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The furtive slow thud of Childe’s knees hitting the floor and the way his pants tightened around his legs told him that he was done for: the point of no return, the black pupil in the brown sea of Zhongli’s eyes.
Submission fell on him like a second skin, like a veil, but the altar was what his blue eyes could see: a tent closed in elegant black slacks. Childe placed his hands on the older man’s thighs.
“This is new.” Zhongli was about to pick up his pack of cigarettes when that happened, it hit him like a slap because usually he was the one initiating. Childe could see the delight within the confusion, because he himself would never initiate. There were days where he didn’t feel like himself in his own skin, where he needed Zhongli’s voice to soothe the raging storm within him.
“Are you sure, Childe?”
He nodded.
“Use your voice, darling boy.”
“I want it.”
Zhongli’s hand reached for his hair, slowly ruffling the red curls and going to lift his chin up, warmth reaching Childe’s face in a shade of pink. The younger man kinda wished that Zhongli would just let him do it, without trying to carve his gaze into his very soul.
“There’s no need to be this careful, Xiansheng.” Childe blinked, getting even closer, feeling the presence of Zhongli’s legs and the scent of someone that must have taken a shower less than an hour ago. He was a fancy man, but different from the ones he took orders from. He had a relaxed way to carry himself, to let you lower your guard before snaking his control around your body, mouth opened for a banquet that others would just dream of.
That could also mean that he was just a picky old man with a passion for antiques and an eye for pretty things.
“Would you dismiss my concern, just like that?”
“I am dismissing it now.”
Zhongli chuckled and let go of his face, allowing Childe to finally get to his prize. Swift hands unbuckled the leather belt, while the sound of a lighter’s flick and the familiar scent of smoke getting under his nose immediately.
He focused, palming Zhongli’s crotch and feeling the heavy length under his hand. He was pleased to always comment to himself how big it was, perfect for him exactly because it was also too much.
His eyes went on Zhongli’s face, catching the moment his lips closed around the cigarette to take a long drag before letting the smoke from his mouth drift up toward the ceiling. Childe’s gaze got pulled in by those lips, even before he could frown from the smoke.
Cigarettes were bad, but Zhongli was also so hot. He bit onto his bottom lip before going back to his work. After all he got on his knees for more than just watching that handsome face focusing on such a deadly vice.
Zhongli grabbed his chin again, blowing the rest of the smoke right into his face. His eyes closed instinctively, nose immediately filled by the foul scent. Yet, despite how terrible it felt, his own traitorous cock throbbed at that. Zhongli’s lips curved into a smirk, while Childe resisted the urge to cough. It felt like a mark, as if the other man wanted for him to have a breath of the only, poisonous air that got through Zhongli’s mouth.
“I really want to suck you off, Xiansheng.” He said as if he was drunk, guided by his brain now filled by nothing if not the urge to please.
Zhongli let go of his face and that was all it took for Childe to pull what he desired out of his man’s pants, mouth already open to lick around the tip, closing his mouth around it to get a proper taste.
Zhongli hummed, stealing puffs from his cigarette and looking down at him. He looked like a lazy businessman waiting for the day to be over, but he was a boss of a criminal organization who held the control of a whole city.
Childe pulled out, tongue busy licking around the entirety of the length, aiming to make Zhongli’s stoic expression crack. He felt his fingers on his hair again, carding through his locks, enjoying himself.
Zhongli’s cock was big and heavy inside his mouth and the desire to choke on it was making him needy, moaning as he hollowed his cheeks to take more of it inside his throat. He hummed, using his free hand to stroke where he was about to take.
A perfect fit nested inside him, the tip touching the back of his throat as he slowly began to pull out, eyes closed because he was scared he would come in his pants if he stared at Zhongli smoking. It was addicting, the way he could feel his warmth against his lips, his taste on his tongue.
“Good boy.” Zhongli’s breath was heavier and Childe opened his eyes, watching how his face was also finally more relaxed, starting to be overtaken by pleasure. Zhongli’s cheeks were pink, his eyes dark like the end of a well. Long fingers were gently stroking his hair, making shivers run down his back. “You can be such a good boy for me.”
And then, Zhongli gripped his hair harder, shoving him down with a harsh push. Childe doesn’t have time to brace himself, but he didn’t fight against it. His own cock throbbed again as he had to quickly control breathing from the nose, letting go of a choked sound that he couldn’t keep in. His mind was filled by Zhongli’s scent, Zhongli’s taste…
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“Shameless pretty thing…” Zhongli’s chest heaved, his iron grip on his hair kept him there, until he was allowed to move again. Once he lifted his head enough, he pushed him back where he belonged once more. He liked the thought of Childe’s warmth enveloping him entirely.
Childe was pushed harder against Zhongli’s groin, so much that his breathing was entirely blocked at that point. He lifted his gaze up, where the cigarette in Zhongli’s hand was almost finished and the younger man’s senses were flaring up. His heart was beating like crazy, mind blank as his lungs were starting to protest. The world disappeared around them, black spots filling his vision until he was finally pulled out.
Childe trusted him entirely or he would have never got on his knees, his eyes were filled with adoration while Zhongli wiped the drool out of his mouth, kissing his face with tenderness.
“Good boy.” He smelled like smoke and cologne, his hands stroked at his curls, his eyes were looking at him like something precious that he just picked from a display of antiques.
A part of Childe’s mint wanted for Zhongli to pout out his cigarette on him, almost feeling envious of the ashtray.
“I love you, Zhongli.” Childe whispered, his hands reaching for his cock because he knew he hadn’t finished his job. Those could have been words of a drunken man, because Tartaglia was a spy that was good with his mouth. If it was honest affection or a farce, who was going to find out? Was a weapon allowed to love?
Good thing he had no thoughts in his mind at that point.
“Of course, come here.” Zhongli pulled him on his lap, fingers fastening up Childe’s belt to get both of their cocks out. He was stunned to receive such a reward this fast, when his mind felt like it was filled with cotton. That space where he didn’t want to wake up, where he felt like he was safe between the clouds’ embrace.
Then, Zhongli grabbed his chin. “Focus on my voice, you’re here with me and I am your master.” He whispered and kissed him.
Childe felt like he was brought back from a quick nap, his arms moving to wrap themselves around the man’s neck. “Zhongli, please, I need to–”
“I’ve got you, doll. Don’t close your eyes.”
Childe moaned when Zhongli’s hand wrapped around their lengths, eyes on that lewd display because he was asked to not close them and he was a good boy, a very very good boy. He whimpered, the squelching sound filling his ears until the heat in his groin became unbearable and he couldn’t keep it anymore.
“Come, Childe, you are so beautiful…”
He couldn’t keep his eyes open when the pleasure overwhelmed him and his climax hit, making him moan Zhongli’s name as he spilled on his hands and that expensive suit. There was something about that man praising him that will always him bring to his knees, or bring him anywhere, truly.
“Wait.”
Childe’s legs were shaking, but he dared to stop Zhongli’s wrist and clumsily get back on his knees, parting his lips in answer to the other man’s confused gaze.
“In my mouth, please, Xiansheng.”
Zhongli’s eyes lit up in a dangerous glint, opening and closing them before grabbing Childe’s head to get him close to his prize. He stroked himself and this time nothing could keep the younger spy from looking. Zhongli’s lips curved down, eyebrows shooting up as he moaned and warm seed was splashed on Childe’s waiting mouth. He licked him clean, proud of how Zhongli’s composure was completely broken now: the man lay on his chair, fingers ready to reach for another cigarette.
This time, Childe picked up the package faster than Zhongli’ hand.
“There…” He placed the evil stick between the Boss’ lips, daring because he knew he could. He took one for himself, surely uncle Zandik will forgive him. Stealing Zhongli’s lighter for a moment, he lit his own cigarette, before getting his face closer to the other man’s, their cigs touching until they were both burning at the tip.
“This is like what we like to do with our dicks, Zhongli.”
“... Childe.”
He chuckled when the older man couldn’t keep a snort, chuckle full of mirth like when Teucer told him an awful joke. There was something human about Zhongli, when he was allowed to be like this. His traitorous heart clenched in his chest, knowing he would need to run back to his own organization, his own people. He had an undying faith toward them, but his pleasure and his heart was truly under Zhongli’s puppeteering hand.
“Xiansheng… I truly love you as much as I fear you.”
Childe pulled himself together, zipping back his pants, fixing his hair. He truly had no idea what his mouth was even saying anymore.
“This is why I will kill you, one day.”
Zhongli’s gaze was relaxed, if those words meant anything for him, it was impossible to grasp or understand. Childe felt like he didn’t want to know.
The older man put his cigarette on the ashtray, walking toward him. Zhongli placed his hand on his chest, grabbing the collar of his shirt to pull him closer and hold him.
And then, Childe’s hands were shaking. Zhongli stole his cigarette, his hug became tighter, his body a solid warm rock. Childe’s eyes were as big as plates, taken by surprise. His body was shaking, his brain and blood cells craving touch.
“Then stay the night and complete your mission… Ajax.”