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Retiring from the Fatui, Ajax learned, had more benefits than drawbacks.
The drawbacks were as follows:
- He couldn’t make money to support Zhongli’s many exorbitant purchases.
But that wasn’t that much of a problem. His family was (more than rather) well-off, and the sheer amount of money he had stored in Northland Bank collected interest faster than Zhongli could spend it. So as long as Zhongli wasn’t making extreme purchases (anything more a billion at once), they would be more than okay in terms of finances.
- He couldn’t kill things anymore.
At least, not so obviously. But being a househusband also meant he had time for adventuring with the Traveller, which meant fighting all kinds of things. Hypostases, regisvines, vishaps, an actual, literal wolf god … Plus, he could actually pick a fight with the Fatui stationed around Liyue, so that was a bonus. Good to see how badly the other Harbingers were training their recruits.
- his presence no longer violently warned people to stay away from what was his and his alone.
Without his Fatui mask, people no longer backed away in fear, instead seeing him as Zhongli’s emasculated househusband (oh, if only they knew). He’d had to fend off more people for Zhongli’s attentions, from the merchants who made salacious comments when he would forget his Mora, to the young men and women who would approach him with offers they knew he couldn’t refuse. Even as the most attractive married man of Liyue, people were still immodest enough to flirt with him. Shameless, really!
But it also gave him a great excuse to shower Zhongli in kisses and hugs and sneaky grabs in public. If the people would be shameless, he would have to be even more shameless—thus was the thought process. If he wasn’t busy, he would deliver lunch to Zhongli and eat it with him; if he had an extra five minutes, he’d drag him into a steamy makeout session in a back alleyway; if they had an extra thirty minutes or so, maybe a quick fuck or two in said alleyway. And after, he’d leave extra pretty hickies and make sure he couldn’t walk without wincing.
(Hah, and they thought him emasculated. He could please Zhongli much better than any other Liyuen, that was for sure.)
For the most part, Ajax’s own brand of shamelessness meant most people left Zhongli alone, but some never got the memo. The particularly stubborn never seemed to understand that Zhongli belonged to only him for as long as he would live. For those that didn’t, well—a threat at bladepoint usually did the trick.
The benefits were as follows:
- He didn’t have to deal with his ex-colleagues.
No Signora? No Scaramouche? No Dottore? A life like that might as well have been heaven, even if his retirement contract with the Tsaritsa said that they were allowed to visit whenever. Still, seeing them once in a blue moon was an upgrade over constantly receiving vaguely threatening letters (or in Scaramouche’s case, overtly threatening letters) from the other Harbingers.
The only thing colleagues he didn’t mind talking to were the staff of Northland Bank, and they were still employed there. He could talk to them and visit whenever. Ekaterina, he knew, was still in shock that he and Zhongli were somehow together, and Vlad and Nadia were finally making baby steps towards a romantic relationship.
- He was pretty much free to travel as he wished.
As long as he arrived home before Zhongli, he could accompany the Traveller on as many of their adventures as he wanted. Not only did it mean beating up things far beyond what he thought existed, it also meant seeing a lot more sights than his previous job would have allowed. More sights meant more things to talk to his family about, and more souvenirs to send home.
Plus, he could gather fresh, new ingredients while travelling, which meant better food and more compliments from Zhongli. He wasn’t so prideful to admit he didn’t like compliments.
- His parents were overjoyed.
Though his old man was the one who signed him up for the Fatui in the first place, they never liked the role he played as the Eleventh Harbinger. Even if they never voiced the thought, he heard it loud and clear. The fact that he killed for a living made them wary, and he couldn’t blame them. But instead of airing their concerns, they turned towards the next best thing: nagging at him to settle down, find a spouse, and start a family.
The idea, he knew, was that if he settled down, he would be allowed to retire. The Tsaritsa, as cold as she was, still valued love. If he loved someone, she would let him go—this was standard policy in the Fatui.
So when he met Zhongli, fell in love, and got married? Well, to say his parents were sobbing tears of joy at the ceremony would not be an understatement.
- He didn’t have to lie to his younger siblings anymore.
Although Teucer was pretty disappointed that he retired from being a “toy seller,” he could now dedicate time to learning to stitch and sew and actually make toys to send back home. His siblings, for as long as they stayed innocent, wouldn’t have to learn about his bloody work in the Fatui. For now and until forever, he was simply a househusband with perhaps a few suspect ties—nothing more, and nothing less.
- He could spend more time with Zhongli.
His duty as a househusband was to take care of his spouse, of course, so he spent most of his time taking care of the house and helping Zhongli wind down after another day at work. He always timed dinner to be hot and fresh whenever he arrived home, and made sure that the clothes were ironed and dried when morning came. The dishes were stacked perfectly, the glasses sparkled when they caught the light, and the antiques and trinkets were always carefully maintained and methodically cleaned. Cleaning, sweeping, dusting, organizing, and cooking were duties natural to him as the middle brother, and he could see how Zhongli appreciated the work.
“Allow me to take that off of your hands,” he would always say, moving to scrub the dishes or wash the clothes. And if something ever ached, Zhongli was always there to massage his shoulders and kiss it better.
Domesticity really was bliss.
- It gave him the chance to use this line.
“Welcome home!” Ajax said, wrapping his hardworking husband in a warm hug and pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. The frills of his apron pressed uncomfortably into his bare skin, but it was worth it, to feel his dear Zhongli stiffen as he sneaked a hand around to grab his butt.
“A—Ajax,” Zhongli murmured, a slight blush on his face.
“Hard day at work?” Ajax hummed sympathetically. “Would you like dinner? A bath? Or…” He grinned, dipping down and nibbling Zhongli’s neck. When he resurfaced, his voice was low and husky. “...would you prefer me?”
Zhongli had stared at him, uncomprehending, before his face had taken on an adorable pink tint.
“If it would be amenable,” he had said, “perhaps all three?”
If that would be amenable? That would be more than amenable. He grinned and said as such, delighting in the way Zhongli flushed an even brighter red.
Ajax pecked the strawberry cheeks, leading Zhongli into the bedroom they both shared. “I’ll get the bath started,” he said. “You go and unwind. I’ll have dinner finished once you’re finished.”
Zhongli opened his mouth, looking ready to say something. Finally, he sighed, pressing his lips into a thin line.
“You should bathe first,” he said, hand moving to undo the apron tied around Ajax’s waist. “I can take over dinner for today. It is unequal, for one to have so much of the burden, and for the other to do nothing around the house.”
“Aww,” Ajax cooed, cupping Zhongli’s face. “I already took a bath! Besides, I like doing this for you. You wouldn’t deprive me of my joys, would you?”
Those were the words that got Zhongli to hesitate every time.
“Very well,” he finally said, still looking somewhat dissatisfied. “But if you ever tire of your work, I would always be willing to switch places with you. I am not unproficient in most day-to-day household chores.”
“I know.” His husband was so caring. “We do that sometimes anyway. Don’t worry so much.”
“...If you say so.”
With a light push, Ajax ushered Zhongli into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. “Now take a bath,” he said. “You smell like dead bodies.”
“Ah, do I?” He could see Zhongli lifting his sleeve, eyebrows knitting. “I detect no such—”
“It was an exaggeration.”
“Oh.”
Ajax chuckled. “I’ll call you when dinner’s done. Enjoy yourself in the meantime!”
As Zhongli haphazardly dried his hair with a towel and combed out the tangled strands, he couldn't help but think of Ajax. His fingers, combing through his hair, the tips of his nails scratching pleasantly against his scalp, the gentle, almost reverent murmur of his voice as he admired the thin, silky strands, as soft, as light as silt.
As Zhongli pulled on a casual robe and slipped into slippers, he couldn't help but think of Ajax. His hands, undoing buttons with an unmatched fervor. His lips, pressing bruising kisses on his skin. His eyes, bright and needy and ravenous.
As Zhongli made his way down the hall, the scent of delicious food wafting through their home, he didn't need to think of Ajax.
Because the moment his padded footsteps entered the kitchen, Ajax had his arms wrapped around him, nose pressed against his shoulder as he inhaled deeply. “You smell nice,” he said, smiling brightly.
Of course he did, Zhongli thought. He just took a bath.
This he didn’t say. Instead, he asked, teasingly, “Better than dead bodies?”
Ajax positively beamed. “Much better. You look better too. Come on, dinner tonight’s Jewelry Soup and Matsutake Meat Rolls, and it’ll taste better hot than cold.”
He let himself be led to the dinner table and sat down, a bowl of steaming rice and chopsticks placed across from him. Across from him, Ajax had the dragon-and-phoenix chopsticks in hand, clumsily using them to pick up the meat rolls and bring them into the bowl, and finally into his mouth.
His grip had definitely improved since he first came here, Zhongli thought fondly, but he was still obviously unaccustomed. He suppressed a smile as the meat roll dropped out of his loose hold, falling miserably back into the rice.
With an easy finesse, Zhongli fished a delicate piece of tofu from the Jewelry Soup.
“Open your mouth,” he said.
Ajax complied.
Placing a hand under his chopsticks so the soup didn’t drip everywhere, he leaned over and fed Ajax the tofu.
In his youth, as the great god Morax, he had wondered what made humans such empathetic, loving creatures. Was it their short lives? Was it their possible ability to adapt? Or was it something else, something overlooked by the divine, outside of the gods so miniscule, so overlooked, so common as that of dust?
That and so much more, he thought, watching as Ajax’s face lit up. He didn’t quite have an answer for his younger self, but he knew now: it was this easy intimacy that truly made a human life worth living.
With knit eyebrows and the slightest of pouts, Ajax picked up the petals of a Snapdragon, cooked to perfection.
“Say ‘ah,’” he said.
Zhongli complied, eyelids fluttering shut.
After a moment of nothing, he frowned slightly. Before he could open his eyes, however, he felt another mouth on his, working his lips open before insistently pushing the spice into his mouth. His eyes snapped open, surprise coating his features.
“Sorry, darling,” Ajax said, a cheeky grin on his face as they surfaced for air. “Wanted to feed you like what you did before, but I couldn’t quite get it over.”
“It is…” Zhongli coughed lightly into his fist, feeling his face heat up. “It was not… unwelcome.”
He could hear the coo before the coo came.
Ah, Ajax could be so mischievous sometimes…
The rest of dinner passed by without complication, outside of Ajax’s few fumbles with the chopsticks. He could feel him casting sly glances his way every once in a while. It was, much like the kiss earlier, not unwelcome, though he did flush when those glances increased in intensity.
“Allow me to wash the dishes,” Zhongli said, rising from his seat. The dishes had been just about picked clean, and he had long finished his own bowl of rice. “Rest for the while.”
The ends of Ajax’s eyes crinkled upwards. “If it would please my husband, sure.”
They both knew it was an attempt at buying time before the so-called main course after the meal. If it were up to Ajax, the dishes would go unwashed until next morning. He wouldn’t dare mess with him too much, either, considering the careful artistry behind the delicate china they used to eat with.
If something broke, it would be a hassle to fix, and delay later intercourse. So Ajax would keep his hands mostly to himself.
Though, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t touch.
As he finished thoroughly scrubbing the soup bowl, he felt a pair of arms drape over his shoulders, still strong from his occasional adventures with the Traveler. Hot breaths puffed across the nape of his neck, and he shivered when Ajax nosed the sensitive skin.
He rinsed the porcelain with water. Ajax’s hands wandered lower, dipping under the v-collar of his loose, black robe.
When he reached over to place the clean bowl on the drying rack, Ajax pushed his robe aside so one shoulder was exposed. How scandalous, one part of him thought. The other part shuddered, feeling the soft skin of Ajax’s cheek and the coarse, tickly strands of his hair nuzzle lovingly against his skin.
The marks from their last copulation had yet to fade. Ajax tongued at the marks, silently promising to renew their lease on his body.
Zhongli reached for a towel, moving to dry the dishes. Ajax licked a stripe up his ear, nibbling playfully at the shell as he cupped a pectoral. Ajax, he was sure, would have preferred him use language such as breast or boob. It didn’t quite seem fitting, however, seeing as his current form was male. While he had breast tissue, it didn’t quite grow to reach “boob” status. When Ajax heard this, he had, enthusiastic and somewhat breathless, asked if that meant he could turn into a woman.
(The answer was yes, and the answer to the next question, whether or not he, as a woman, had a functioning uterus, was also yes.)
Thoughts of that nature flew out of his head when Ajax’s palm rubbed gently against a sensitive nipple. He bit down a mewl, hands shaking as he carefully placed the final dish back into the cabinet, where it belonged.
“Be careful,” he mumbled, placing a hand over Ajax’s own. The light fabric of his rob separated their skin, but he could still feel his warmth through the material. “I could have dropped something.”
“I would have caught it,” was the daring reply.
“And hit your head against my shoulder?”
The cheek against his skin warmed.
“That was once, husband dearest.”
“One time too many. You were lucky cleanup didn’t take terribly long.”
With a loud whine, Ajax tightened his hold, nuzzling closer as he swayed their bodies together.
“You talk too much, shagua .” The Liyuen pet name flowed off his tongue, the accent light and playful. “You’re really ruining the mood here, you know?”
“Ah.” Twisting his torso around, Zhongli pressed a light kiss to the corner of Ajax’s eye. His voice was husky when he asked, “How will you shut me up then, laogong ?”
A shiver ran up his spine, watching the predatory glint enter Ajax’s eyes.
He leaned forward, lips brushing feather-light kisses against his ear. “I’ll kiss you so silly, your mind’ll go blank,” he murmured, low and dangerous. “Then, I’ll choke you with my cock, tease you with my fingers until you’re begging me to shove it in. And finally, of course, I’ll fuck that cute cunt of yours until you can’t think of anything other than my cock.”
His words were punctuated with a wandering hand slipping under Zhongli’s robe, teasing the waistline of his underwear. He purred, “Is that amenable, dear?”
“More than amenable.” He sighed, melting into the promise interlaced in his words. “Though I think you’ll find that I do not beg .”
Ajax’s strong arms lifted him off of his feet, whisking him to their bedroom.
“Oh?” he asked, smirking. ”I think you’ll find that you indeed do.”
The night did, in fact, start with a lot of kissing.
Ajax dumped him onto the bed, climbing on top of him and immediately capturing his lips in his. He tasted of dinner’s meat rolls and soup, but also of something undeniably Ajax , he, in his thousands of years of living, still had troubling pinning down. It was metallic, like blood, but sweet as well, Slippery like seafood, but rough like a cat’s tongue.
He whimpered, feeling those lips leave him. Blue eyes peered into his amber ones.
“You’re thinking too much,” he whispered, both reverent yet impudent. “Let me fix that for you.”
“Then do it.”
Ajax dove back down with an animalistic hunger, kissing with a bruising force. His lips were soft and wet with saliva, and his mouth was hot with desire. His tongue, talented as always, explored the wet unknowns of Zhongli’s mouth, tickling the roof and tracing the teeth, before dragging strips across his own, stalwart tongue.
“So good,” he panted, rising for air. Zhongli’s chest heaved. “You’re so good for me.”
No sooner had those words left his mouth did he return to his previous task. His lips worked wonders against Zhongli, stirring a pit in his stomach. Wandering hands disrobed them both completely, and fingers began teasing the stiff peaks of his nipples.
Zhongli’s eyes widened, whining as those fingers tugged. Sparks of pain-pleasure ran down his spine.
“You like that?” Ajax asked, smirking. He knew the answer already, judging by the way he dragged a nail over the sensitive nubs. Another hand dipped down, to his lower entrance, slick with lubrication. “So wet for me already. To think I had such a slut for a husband…”
“Not a—mmph!”
Ajax’s mouth closed itself around the other nipple, sucking as if to coax milk out of his lover’s chest. His tongue flicked the nub, teeth grazing the skin before biting.
Zhongli moaned, raising a hand to his face to muffle the sound.
“Don’t cover yourself,” Ajax said, pouting fakely. A pair of strong hands gripped his wrists, pinning them above his head. “Keep them up there for me, okay darling? Or else I won’t touch you anymore, you know?”
He stiffened, rising from his position on the bed.
“You wouldn’t.”
“I would.”
“You would not dare.”
“Look me in the eyes and tell me I’m lying.”
Zhongli complied. His stomach dropped, seeing how serious Ajax looked.
With a huff, he lifted his arms, placing them above his head. “If you do stop,” he threatened, “I will deny you sex for the rest of your mortal days. You know my libido is not so demanding as yours.”
“A harsh punishment,” Ajax hummed, “for someone halfway towards cumming from getting his nipples toyed with.”
“I was no—oh!”
He yelped, Ajax’s teeth digging into the old bruises on his shoulder. As he promised before, he left fresh bites where old ones had faded, sending sparks down Zhongli’s spine every time he felt those sharp teeth graze his skin. In apology, those slim fingers continued to tease his chest, and he bit his lip trying to muffle the little noises coming from his mouth.
Against his neck, nibbling another bruise just below his ear, Ajax sighed. “Why hide it? I’ve heard it all before, you know.”
“It’s embarrassing.”
“Ahh.” He felt Ajax’s lips form a smile. “You’re so cute, qin’ai de. It really makes me want to eat you up.”
To prove his words true, he timed another harsh bite with a sharp pinch of his nipple, digging his nails into the abused skin. Zhongli moaned, back arching. It hurt, it hurt to the point that it felt good, and he didn’t know whether that was a good or bad thing.
Ajax lapped at the bite, palms rubbing soothing circles into the puffy areola. One hand dipped to his lower entrance, tracing a circle about the rim but never digging in.
“You’re so cute,” Ajax repeated. “So wet. So reactive. So sensitive. Hey xiansheng , are you a masochist, or is it just for me that you react this way?”
“I don’t—” Tears beaded into his eyes as Ajax’s mouth returned to his nipples, once again grazing his teeth against them between long licks with his tongue and sucking them dry. His other hand alternated between flicking them and pinching them, relishing in the small noises he let out.
With wet eyes, Zhongli stared down at him. “It’s—mm—beca—ah!—cause of you,” he mumbled through his mewls. “You—oh!—made me th—this way…”
Ajax let go of the nipple, smirking at him.
“And what will you do about it?”
Zhongli flushed, eyes flicking down to Ajax’s neglected cock. Red, large, and engorged, it curved up nicely to his stomach, covered in harsh yet pretty veins.
“Erm… permission to move my hands?”
An indulgent smile. “Freely given.”
Zhongli gently pushed Ajax upwards so he was sitting down, settling down on his knees. Practically prostrating himself, he leaned downwards, lapping at the tip of Ajax’s cock. Trailing saliva, he ran his tongue up and down the length, fingers dancing over the skin.
Hands tugged at his loose hair. He shivered, mouthing at the sides of the cock. Precum leaked onto his cheek. He made no move to clean it up.
Though the taste was nothing to write home about, Zhongli couldn’t say he didn’t enjoy the feel of it under his lips. The veiny, hot skin was pleasant to the touch, and he liked the way it twitched when he licked the underside. The testicles, too, fit nicely into his mouth, filling it enough that he could suck on it no problem.
He returned to the tip, once again lapping at the skin before taking it into his mouth.
Ah , it was big.
The hands in his hair tightened. Despite the saliva coating the way, the slide down his throat still took a long time. In apology, he stroked the remaining length, tracing the veins with his tongue and sucking every-so-often, hollowing out his cheeks so the soft skin brushed against Ajax’s cock.
He appreciated the groans above him. Gaze flicking upwards, he found Ajax’s own staring at him, eyes almost black with desire.
“You’re so good,” Ajax said again, stroking his head and tugging every so often. “Hey, can I fuck your face? Pretty please? You’ll forgive your demanding househusband, right?”
He nodded slowly, bobbing his head as he hummed in affirmation.
With a twitch and a groan of you can’t do that, xiansheng, Ajax gripped the long strands of his hair, tugging his head forward. Zhongli’s eyes widened, feeling the tip of his cock hit the back of his throat. He swallowed around the tip, moaning as he felt the cock twitch once again.
Ajax panted, shoving Zhongli’s face back so only the tip remained, before he shoved it back in, all the way to base. Without letting Zhongli catch a few breaths in between, he continued at a brutal pace, tugging and pulling at Zhongli’s sensitive scalp.
He whined at an especially hard tug. With a labored grin, Ajax tugged harder, not at all worried that he’d rip hair out.
“You—hah—life that, xiansheng ?” he asked, panting. “You like it when I pull hard enough it hurts?”
A tear fell from Zhongli’s eye, but he struggled to nod anyway.
“My perfect little pet,” he said, smiling in a way that didn’t reach his eyes. “Made to service me and only me. You’re mine, you know?”
He pushed Zhongli off of his cock and onto his back, shoving his fingers into his mouth. The command was simple, but silent. Suck.
Zhongli complied.
“You’re so pretty, you know? But only I get to see this expression on your face. This cute, crying, blissed-out face…” Ajax laughed. “To think, Liyue’s most respected consultant, gets off to sucking a foreigner’s dick . What would they say if they saw you like this, xiansheng? Would they still respect you, or would they think you a common whore?”
Zhongli stared up at him, eyes wide.
“Just kidding.” With another fake smile, he removed the fingers, lowering them to Zhongli’s ass. Giving it another appreciative squeeze, he said, “Everyone knows you’re just another common whore anyway. My common whore.”
Without warning, he plunged the first finger into Zhongli’s entrance.
“Ah!” Zhongli yelped, eyes widening. “Don’t do it so su—ah!”
His words turned into a filthy moan as Ajax instinctively sought after Zhongli’s prostate, rubbing circles over the tiny bump. When the second finger joined the first one, he doubted Zhongli even noticed, so caught up in his pleasure. Eyelids fluttering, cheeks flushed red, drool trickling down his face, and expression perfectly bliss out, he looked the definition of debauched.
He scissored his fingers, appreciating the way Zhongli’s thighs twitched. Crooking his knuckles, he stretched out Zhongli’s ass, even though he knew it knew the shape of his cock well enough that he didn’t have to.
But oh, the things he’d do to see Zhongli beg.
Easily slipping in a third finger, Ajax watched in fascination as Zhongli’s walls fluttered, swallowing up the new appendage greedily. “What a slut,” he mumbled to no one in particular, though by the way those walls tightened, he knew Zhongli heard him.
He gave an extra hard nudge against Zhongli’s prostate as a reward for reacting so cutely. Zhongli keened, eyes rolling back.
“Wouldn’t it feel better to have something larger inside you?” he asked, sighing. He twisted his wrist, watching Zhongli writhe. The loud squelch filled the room. “You’re so needy, you know. You know you could take me. Won’t you ask me to put it in you?”
Even in his blissed out state, Zhongli managed to glare at him, looking as threatening as a baby kitten.
“Oopsies.”
Singsonging, Ajax removed one finger, loving the way Zhongli’s expression twisted into one of dawning horror.
“Ahaha. My bad.”
The second finger left the hole, despite its attempts at chasing its departure.
“Woops.”
The third one. Ajax smiled, leaning down and caging Zhongli in with arms, keeping his legs spread and unsatisfied with his own legs. As he whimpered, trying to rut against Ajax’s torso, he pushed him down.
With a loud whine, Zhongli’s hole fluttered. It felt uncomfortable, to go from pleasantly filled to completely empty in the span of just a few seconds. His stomach itched with desire, and his eyes flicked towards Ajax’s engorged cock, throat bobbing in his stubbornness.
He returned his eyes to Ajax, lifting his head for a kiss.
Ajax danced away, smiling one of his fake smiles.
With the same smile, he ducked downwards, over Zhongli’s neglected cock. It oozed precum, dripping down the tip and towards the base, pooling around his stomach. With a playful grin, he blew cold air onto it, watching in delight as Zhongli jumped.
“A—Ajax, don’t…”
He did it again, tracing the path from the underside down to the drooling mess of a hole, already having made a puddle underneath its place on the bed. Leaning in, he puffed a breath of hot air, liking the way Zhongli flinched.
“I could go all day,” he lied through his teeth.
The way Zhongli looked at him, he knew he was willing to call his bluff.
With a dramatic sigh, Ajax looked mournfully at his lover. From underneath the bed, he pulled out a bundle of yellow rope, making a big show of unwinding the cord.
“I didn’t want to do this,” he said, “but I guess I’ll have to tie you up and leave you here, empty except for a vibrator, stuck in your cunt.”
A pair of hazy, skeptical eyes widened in genuine fear when he began tying the knots.
“W—wait! Ajax!” Zhongli rasped. “I…”
He waited.
“C’mon, xiansheng,” he coaxed, a fake pout on his face. “You wouldn’t leave your darling, hardworking, dedicated househusband hanging like this, would you? Just like I taught you, c’mon.”
As always, that did the trick.
“Please…” His voice was tiny, barely a whisper. “P—please put it in me.”
“You have to say it louder xiansheng. Put what in you? The vibrator?”
With an horrified shake of the head, Zhongli said, “Please put your c—cock… in me…”
“Louder.”
“Please…” With a shaky, deep breath, Zhongli squeezed his eyes shut and shouted, “Please put your cock in me, Ajax! Please fu—fuck my c—cunt until all I can think about i—is you!”
Ajax paused.
Zhongli held his breath, hoping that did the trick. His face flushed red in embarrassment.
Before Ajax pounced, slotting his head into Zhongli’s neck.
“You’re so filthy, xiansheng, ” he murmured, lining up his cock with Zhongli’s hole. He teased more slick out of it, pumping it so Zhongli wouldn’t hurt too badly when he pushed in. “Don’t you have any shame, saying such things so loudly?”
Zhongli whimpered. “You made me do—ah! A—jax!”
With a violent thrust and loud squelch, Ajax sheathed himself in one go, groaning at the tight fit. The soft, velvety walls were molded perfectly to his dick, lavishing every vein, every contour of his cock with divine attention. When he pulled back, Zhongli’s hole struggled to pull him back, sucking him up with raw determination.
Zhongli couldn’t help but moan. It hit so deep , kissing every inch of his walls and filling him up completely. His eyelids fluttered, each thrust in punching an aborted squeal from his throat.
“Ahaha,” Ajax laughed, head still buried in Zhongli’s neck. He could feel Zhongli’s arms wrap around his back, nails digging scratch marks into his skin. “You’re really good for me, you know? Fit into me perfectly. Maybe you weren’t made for me, but I’ve definitely fucked you into my perfect little cocksleeve, don’t you think?”
And didn’t he? Without tiring, his arms pushed Zhongli up and down the mattress, fucking into him as if he were a cheap toy and nothing else, as if his soft walls and pliant body were made of plastic instead of skin.
His hands wrapped around Zhongli’s waist, almost large enough, waist almost skinny enough for his fingertips and wrists to touch.
“You’re so fucking lewd,” Ajax groaned, drinking in the sight of Zhongli taking his cock, hot tears dripping from his eyes. His little pucker, once pink and chaste, was now a vibrant, fucked out red, swallowing up his cock as if it knew nothing other than Ajax’s dick. He groaned, watching as his length disappeared into Zhongli, the slick-shined skin vanishing inside.
Zhongli’s lidded eyes followed Ajax’s gaze, suddenly feeling shy.
He was right. It was lewd. But he kept looking until his eyes rolled back, Ajax hitting his prostate with a particularly hard thrust. The weight of his cock inside him, the way his walls tugged reluctantly at each movement, the soft, weightlessness that overcame him, turning his body fuzzy and his brain into mush—
Was he even a person anymore? Or was he just a hole for Ajax, to fuck into whenever he felt the need?
He moaned at the idea, at the idea of abandoning the details of his life to warm Ajax’s cock. It turned into a particularly loud squeal as Ajax thrusted in and ground against his prostate, his walls tightening around the cock, which only seemed to make the cock inside him seem even larger.
Did—did he come yet? There was cum, wasn’t there? How many times had he come without even noticing?
“Twice,” Ajax breathed, grunting as he tightened.
Twice! He whimpered, feeling Ajax’s fingers wander towards his nipples. They were still sensitive, still an inflamed red from Ajax’s teasing earlier that night. He yelped as they were toyed with, back of his mind vaguely aware of him yet again cresting over that impossible peak, vision spotting with white.
He whined, horrified at the emptiness, as Ajax’s fingers wrapped around the base of his dick and prevented his third orgasm.
“I—I’m close, xiansheng,” Ajax whispered. “It’s a little—rude, don’t you think, that you’ve cum twice and your d—iligent househusband hasn’t yet cu—m? Cum with me, xiansheng, and I’ll forgive you.”
Zhongli sobbed.
“A—Ajax…” he cried, tilting his head to brush his lips against Ajax’s mane of orange hair. “Aja—ah! Aj—ahx, I lo—ove you…”
Ajax shoved in, as deep as he could reach.
“Love—you too,” he said.
Warmth spilled inside of Zhongli, unfurling like a flower as it painted his walls white. Ajax’s grip on his dick left, and he saw the very same white, crying out Ajax’s name all the while.
He cried when Ajax’s head popped out, oversensitive as he was.
Ajax thumbed his hole anyway, whistling at the mess he made. Cum spilled freely, cooling down as it streamed from Zhongli’s insides and down his ass, joining the puddle of slick underneath him.
Finally, he turned his attention to Zhongli, who had slowly regained his wits while Ajax was marveling his hole.
“You must feel uncomfortable,” he said. He pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Wait here for a few seconds, okay? You won’t even notice I’m gone.”
Zhongli made a face, but nodded anyway. True to his word, Ajax reappeared after a few seconds, a veritable mountain of towels in his hands.
“Fresh out of the hot wash,” he said, helping Zhongli up. With a tender gaze and a kind smile, he ran the soft cloth down his still twitching skin. When he yelped, feeling the towels run over his tender nipples and ass, Ajax whispered a soft, “Sorry. But this is necessary, so please endure, xingan.”
Zhongli mumbled, “I know. You can keep going.”
“After this, how does a shower sound?” Ajax asked, to distract him. “Then, we can cuddle on the couch and eat some of the cookies I baked today. Or do you just wanna go to bed?”
“First one.”
“Good. Cookies are best eaten the day they’re baked, after all.” Pressing a gentle kiss to Zhongli forehead, he hauled him to his feet, steadying him as he led him to the bathroom.
“I’m sorry,” Zhongli whispered, after a particularly bad stumble.
Ajax tilted his head. “What for?”
“Not a good… husband. Always the one taking care of me.”
“Aww.” He kissed Zhongli’s cheek. “Don’t be silly, shagua. I like taking care of you. And besides, marrying you was the best thing that’s ever happened to me—it’s one of the few things with more benefits than drawbacks, after all.”
At that, Zhongli could only smile.
He didn’t need to think anymore. Ajax was here, by his side, and that was all he needed to feel alright.
fin.