I agree with your earlier assessment that we can just stay in the dorm until the effect wears off. But until it does, I could also follow your commands as well. For fairness and -- as Alisaie would put it -- spiteful reasons.
[ refrains from saying he's not interested in that kind of power, instead arching to the touch. ] I'm certainly not going to say no if you're offering to warm me.
[ He raises a hand to drag his nails across Childe's scalp. ]
First, to watch you pleasure yourself. Do you think you could get off with just your hands and my voice?
[ His nails continue around the shell of Childe's ear ]
Then I would enjoy watching you prepare yourself for me, so that I then may have complete control over you without the usual need for ropes. Perhaps I might even force you to tell me what it is that you want.
[ He finishes with catching Childe just under the chin, tilting it just so to force him to look at him. ]
[ Zhongli glances down with just the hint of a smile and a quick peck on the lips. ]
I was just waiting for your favorable reaction, Ajax. Now---
[ And he leads him into that bedroom - right into the very center or as close as he can get without being in reach of the bed. He presses up against Childe's back, hands resting on his waist. ]
Hands out and legs spread. Allow me the honor of removing your current attire.
[ it's not like he can disobey... though he probably wouldn't have anyway. he puts his hands out at his sides and spreads his legs, looking over his shoulder at zhongli. ] Try not to take too long, Xiansheng.
I did. What could be more favorable than your smile and excitement?
[ Zhongli strips Childe reverently from behind, but at a pace he hope will not find too slow as hands and lips trace across revealed skin. A kiss is place at the curve of his shoulder as the jacket comes off. Another to his thigh as he remove his pants. And an affectionate scritch to each of his five tails as he tosses the clothes elsewhere ]
Beautiful...
Get on the bed for me. On your knees. But comfortably so.
Not much apparently. [ he dips his shoulder, trying to turn and quickly capture zhongli's lips in a kiss, but he's too quick. his tails lift, twitching about with each of the touches. ]
Of course, Xiansheng. [ since he'll be on the bed he's bound to be comfortable, but he crawls onto the bed, lifting his tails up and tantalizingly shaking his ass at him. ] I hope you'll join me sooner rather than later.
[ He laughs warmly, refraining from calling Childe adorable because he does know if it would be appreciated at the moment.
(But he is adorable.)
Zhongli makes his way to the night stand, pulling out the lube and placing it in front of Childe.
And then he climbs up on the bed himself, bracketing Childe between his legs and piling the pillows comfortably against the headboard so he can get front row seats to this show. One hand reaches out to stroke just the end of one of his tails. ]
[Someone has left a festive wrapped package outside your room. The tag, in Hurricane's sloppy handwriting, is addressed to you by name, and it reads: "Happy holidays, dude!" There is also a jar of dark chocolate rum truffles.]
[Inside the package is a tea kit and matching tea.]
But I… I can. [ he huffs a laugh and tries cracking a smile, but it’s swiftly faltering to zhongli’s fingers. he spreads his legs as far open as he can, shuddering to the contact as zhongli works him open. ] For… Xiansheng, yes. [ childe arches his back, his arm sliding away to reveal his red face, shining eyes, and quivering lip. ] …I’m ready, Zhongli, p- please.
[ childe keeps an eye on him, amused as soon as he sees the lube. he spares it a glance once it’s set down, but focuses more on zhongli as he fits himself into place between himself. he leans over to give him a kiss, that same tail dipping to stroke zhongli’s face as he pets it. ]
[ childe sits back for a moment, taking the tube of lube and squeezing a generous amount into his hands. a few seconds of warming it and he lifts his ass into the air, pressing his face into zhongli’s thighs with a smug ass smile. he traces the rim of his asshole, dipping a single finger in to start, but eventually it’s joined by a second and a third; eyes fluttering closed as he finds an even pace with which to not only work himself open, but also fuck himself to. ]
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