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[leaveofabsence]

[ Though he sucks in a breath through his teeth as Childe starts working another mark into his skin.

With just a hint of scolding: ]

Childe.

If you are going to continue that, I request that we move out of the kitchen and back to somewhere more private.

[childeishly]

...ah, sorry. I couldn't help it. [ murmured against his skin as he forcibly makes himself take a step back. ] I hadn't ever completely recovered from the attention given to my tattoo and... seeing you with my mark... [ it nearly sent him over the edge. ] Do you want to see it?

[leaveofabsence]

Yes.

[ He reaches blindly (and yet still gracefully) behind him to turn off the stove, leaving the kettle where it is half-warmed. ]

Let's take this back to your room.

[childeishly]

[ childe guide zhongli back into his room, nudging the door shut as soon as the both of them have stumbled back into the pseudo winter wonderland. he presses him into the door and buries his face into the crook of his neck, soothing the mark with his tongue again. ]

H- Here. Look. [ he takes out his phone and brings up the camera for zhongli to see. ]

[leaveofabsence]

[ They don't even make it past the door? Of course they don't make it past the door.

There is a breathless laugh as Childe re-attaches himself to Zhongli as soon as they're inside his room.

Insatiable.

Yet somehow so endearing. ]

Hmmm?

[ Zhongli makes a sound without even looking as one finger taps against a hip. ]

Ah yes. It seems the attempt made to calm you down has only resulted in riling you up even more.

[childeishly]

[ huffs a laugh against the side of his neck. ] I don't think I could have completely calmed down... this mark, this corruption, it just has that strong of a hold on me. [ or something. honestly he, himself, made it worse. he probably could have found his chill if he didn't mark zhongli, but he basically just hurled himself past the point of no return. ] Don't care though.

[leaveofabsence]

Then might I soothe it with a claim of my own.

[ And that fingertip trails across Childe's waist though Zhongli is very careful to never touch the mark itself. ]

I care whether or not it has power over you.

1/2

[childeishly]

. . .

[childeishly]

Xiansheng... you didn’t have to ask. Go ahead. [ he twists and squirms to the touch, as if trying to force contact, but zhongli is much too careful it seems. ]

[leaveofabsence]

Yes, I did. Too many times has the plan of another been forced upon you.

[ Once by Zhongli himself no less. ]

Did I not promise to keep you informed? To not do things without your consent.

[childeishly]

...you’re making this sound less sexy by the minute. Is this how you planned to make it behave, because bravo. [ he’s half kidding. ]

I know... but this is, nevermind. What is it you wanted to do?

[leaveofabsence]

[ He presses the flat of his palm over Childe's clothes where the mark surely should be. ]

Help you find a little respite.

Though I will not say such a thing is entirely selfless. Perhaps I also want to enjoy the sound of my name on your lips.

[childeishly]

[ he makes a soft keening sound as he feels the heat of zhongli’s palm through his clothes. ]

L- Let me give it. [ smirks. ] A suitable trade, don’t you, d- don’t you think? [ he presses more firmly into zhongli’s hand, kissing the corner of his lips. ]

[leaveofabsence]

Yes. That sounds like a fair exchange.

[ Zhongli says as he presses a kiss back against Childe's grip, his other hand finding the small of Childe's back so he can start walking him back towards the much more comfortable piles of pillows and blankets instead of the more unforgiving surface of the door.

The hand on the mark, meanwhile, starts tracing nonsensical symbols against the fabric. Or maybe they aren't so nonsensical if Childe studied up on ancient Liyuen script. ]

[childeishly]

[ childe lets himself be lead backward, because he's more or less putty in zhongli's capable hands. as soon as he reaches the nest, and he just knows the moment he does, he starts sinking down, reaching backward to brace himself as he nestles among the cacophony of soft things. ]

[ he studied a little bit of it... so depending on just what zhongli is writing it may or may not go over his head. it might be in his favor that he's completely zoned into the touch, squirming beneath him and letting his gaze drop to the hand tracing those symbols. ] Zhongli Xiansheng... Ya skhozhu po tebe s uma. [ babbling or snezhnayan or both, HM. ]

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[ Zhongli pauses at the words - he has not been to Snezhnaya for many many years, and as such the language is rusty in his mind. Surely he didn't hear Childe correctly as occupied with his own ministrations as he is.

And unfortunately, the letters that Zhongli is writing into his skin are from an ancient ballad - characters probably only understood by the most prominent of Liyue poets. But as Zhongli's hands slips underneath the hem of Childe's shirt to touch the skin directly, the characters for 'Rex Lapis' might be distinguishable from the rest.

When Childe is careful laid down among the pillows, that leaves his free hand to start tugging at the collar of his shirt to bear his neck from whatever scarf or other accessory the Harbinger usually has around his neck. ]

How sensitive you are like this.

[childeishly]

[ childe tries to decipher the ancient text being scribbled on his stomach, but it's not making a lick of sense and it's driving him nuts. what could zhongli possibly b- oh. oh. rex lapis. he knows that if nothing else. childe's eyes instantly glaze over and his breath hitches as the mark burns bright. he squirms beneath him and lifts his hips against zhongli's fingers to force some more contact. ] ...s'just you, Xiansheng. It's all you. [ the mark is definitely influencing him to a staggering degree, but zhongli is also having his own effect on him too. ]

[ he grabs for the scarf wrapped around his neck, tugging hastily as he tries to shed it, several sloppy and other seemingly ill practiced movements following as he tries to remove more of his clothing. ] Zhongli Xiansheng. Don't stop touching me. I... I need you.

[leaveofabsence]

[ Zhongli is fairly certain it is not just him that is causing Childe to feel like this, but he graciously accepts the ego boost all the same as he carefully sets aside the clothing that Childe sheds. Fondly: ]

I won't.

[ And he places a kiss behind his ear. Down the curve of his jaw. And finally the side of his neck just where he imagines he can feel Childe's racing pulse. ]

Now. Shall we seal this agreement?

[ Zhongli says without waiting for an answer as he begins worrying a mark against Childe's throat in a very similar location to where his own mark is. ]

[childeishly]

...good, I don’t think I could take it if you decided against it. [ huffs a bit of a laugh as he tilts his head aside, giving zhongli more room to work. his smile widens with each bit of contact, eyes closing as his hand flies to the back of zhongli’s head; raking over his scalp and combing through his hair. ]

Mm, yes, let’s seal the contract, Xianshahn! [ his back bows slightly as he arches against zhongli, lips parting for a moan as zhongli tends to his neck. ] Bite me, you need to- to bite me to make me, ah, h- Hah... yours. Make me yours, Zhongli Xiansheng.

[leaveofabsence]

[ There is a slight pause as Zhongli considers Childe's request, running over the list of pros and cons to that decision in his head almost blatantly. But it seems that the argument ends in Childe's favor as he sinks his teeth into the flesh of his and his nails into the mark of the tattoo.

(Ah, he is certainly weak to the requests of this Harbinger.) ]

[childeishly]

Zhongliaahhh! [ he cries out, loudly, zhongli’s name devolving into no more than a lewd series of moans as childe’s vision blurs into a spiral of a white and black. he swears he nearly comes on the spot, the mix of sensations all calling to his baser instincts, which are already starting to scream for more. ]

[leaveofabsence]

[ There is no reply since Zhongli is still preoccupied with purpling the skin of Childe's neck as requested. Though his better than average memory does allow him to rake his nails along the curves of the tattoo.

And perhaps a little lower. ]

[childeishly]

Zho- Zhongli, I... I’m going to come, I, you’re going to, I’m going... [ he babbles at him, words twisting into Snezhnayan as he bucks against the hand that inevitably dips lower. ] Zhongli Xiansheng!!!

[leaveofabsence]

[ He presses a kiss against the bruised skin. ]

Then find your release, Childe.

[ As his hand drifts just low enough to palm over the fabric between his legs. ]

[childeishly]

[ he worries his lips, making soft and muffled noises as he grinds against zhongli’s palm. ] Not like... n- not like this. [ though he has little choice, since the contact is easily sending him over the edge a few moments later; his pants becoming slick with his own cum as he cries out, zhongli’s name twisted in a lewd moan. ]