Class S for Suspected Hazards

by tkettIe

Summary:

Logistics boys finally get laid. They are awkward and have a normal relationship and Zhongli uses BDSM elements to keep Childe's ADHD in check... it goes really well. That's it. That's the plot.

Comes directly after Class N for Non Hazardous.

Notes:

Literally posted as I walked out the door.

Expect Typos.
Edit: not too bad so I'm leaving it as is. I typed 8.4 words on my phone. Let this be proof.

Chapter 1

Zhongli's apartment was fairly humble compared to the car they drove. The Azhadaha Model E was a luxury off roader that basically resembled a tank with military grade metal and doors but seats that felt like a well used recliner. The drive was smooth as butter on normal roads and a roller coaster when taken into trails and mountains.

The apartment, however, was modest. Two bedrooms, a small kitchenette attached a decent kitchen with enough cabinets for one or two, and a well decorated if not a bit cluttered living room with several bookshelves stocked to the brim. Zhongli liked to collect small things and had a penchant for rocks of all things. The man liked his crystals and fossils- chunks of petrified wood behind used as bookends. Several sections of books were dedicated to the subject, thick tomes on geology and the sediment of the world.

Childe reached up and thumbed the spine of some thicker letters to calm himself as he tried to find something salacious in the mix. Something less Zhongli. Something to calm his nerves.

The brunette went about their usual routines, taking shoes off, flipping the collar of their shirt up to remove a tie properly and set it aside on a little stand by the door. Childe had kicked his shoes off like a heathen and simply walked in, but he knew that was fine. The contractor had their little rituals and OCD ticks and he had his. Once everything came off, the man maneuvered into the kitchen and set up an electric kettle- something Childe found odd but charming as it was European brand and had to be hooked up three times and ways to work but made the other happy so why not. Zhongli insisted it made the tea taste better. The redhead knew better than to argue.

"Make yourself comfortable," they told him.. "Did you want to shower?"

Shower. Uh. "Sure," he murmured.

"Go ahead then, you know where it is." Zhongli's voice was more casual than he expected. "There should be a clean bathrobe for you on the back of the door."

He did. He'd been here enough times, even stayed the night once when they were still platonic. He shuffled away and into the bathroom, closing the door carefully without a sound as if he was sneaking around. Flipping the lock, he relaxed a little as he looked at himself in the mirror.

His shirt was a crumpled mess, his hair a mess, face a mess- no wonder Zhongli was treating him like glass the entire drive here. It's not like they'd got off in the back of their car (again) and we're about to have their first time. The real first time. He'd already chickened out once.

Moving to the shower, he turned the water on as hot as it could go to summon it to the pipes and glanced over to the bathrobe draped over a hook on the door. Grey and white with a red collar and tie with a shiny clip. Zhongli insisted he didn't buy it for him, but it was fairly obvious that they had. There was no way it was in the refined contractors taste of earthy tones and crisp edges. This was the opposite. It was made of an indulgent fluffy material and patterned in asymmetric swirls and wispy lines. The fabric wasn't luxury but incredibly soft to the touch. Pushing it to the side revealed one that was more obviously theirs, a long silky thing with no fluff and trimmed edges.

Zhongli was like this, he'd noted. While they had never discussed it over the few weeks, the more time Childe spent with him, the more filtered into the brunette's life he became. They'd accommodated him in little ways. In the bedroom was an entire drawer of extra clothes, so if he stayed over or needed them, they were ready. Even a pair of pajama bottoms. They'd added his favorite snacks to the fridge. His drink of choice to the liquor cabinet. Little things. Yet when asked, Zhongli never had a clear answer why they'd done such a thing. It was fairly obvious if he applied the heavy promises in the car.

There was a clear intention to be far more than platonic with the redhead.

As steam filled the room, he reached out and turned it down. Stripping off whatever remained of his outfit, he stepped into the spray and let it help clear his thoughts for a moment.

This was it.
He was going to fuck Zhongli.

It wasn't as nerve wracking as before. Maybe he was still a bit high from orgasming once today already, but his "stomach bug" left him rather pliant to the idea of making good on the man's word. The brunette was very vocal about what they wanted from him in this regard at least. He could still feel their fingers in his ass and no doubt he wouldn't need much prep because of it. He became more acutely aware as the lubricant on his thighs was washed away, chased by a soap later that smelled like sage and citrus.

Testing his mental limit, he tried to find any reason he wouldn't want this. Chickening out once was already bad enough, he didn't need a rap sheet. While the brunette god-in-mortal-form didn't seem to mind, that shit was just rude. Blueballing your crush is a sure fire way to make yourself remembered, but not in a good way. Child was blissfully blank of mind and while the weird anxiety was present, it wasn't the same. This is what they'd originally wanted. A bed. Four walls. A roof. Safe, clean, and comfortable. Time. Lots of time. Zhongli did love that sort of insane attention to detail, running hands and lips over him and praising. His cock throbbed in interest and he frowned at the thing. Not yet you monster. Soon.

Soon.

Cutting the water off, he gave himself a look over. Did he look okay? Checking himself out in the anti-fog-mirror wizardry, he did a precursory glance for anything… unsexy. His skin was clear, his hair was neat and tidy even though it was left natural, and his ass perky. Pulling a cheek to the side, he made sure everything was… well. Ready to roll. Only a last few tasks to take care of and he'd be good for the night.

Easy.

Done and taken care of, he did one more check that everything was free and clear before snagging the bathrobe. It slid into his shoulders perfectly and enveloped him in a sensation that was just as good as sex. The door opened and the smell of fresh tea hit his senses like a natural potpourri. "Showers clear," he told the unseen brunette before shuffling towards the living room and snuggling into the soft fluff. He cast a wary glance at the bedroom and wondered if he should grab pj bottoms but… that was kind of against the point wasn't it?

The way amber eyes found his legs was exactly as he'd hoped. They blatantly stared at the exposed skin, licking lips and humming before disappearing as well. Childe didn't bother turning on the television. They wouldn't take long. Instead, he settled back against the arm rest and spent the record speed-shower time adjusting himself to look as saucy as possible. One shoulder brushed off just a bit, the front of the robe draped to reveal his collarbone, his legs slipped just so go make it look shorter than it really was… he draped one arm across the back of the couch and did his best 'I've been waiting for you Mr. Lapis' sexy look.

He probably looked stupid.

Before he got the chance to really shift back into a comfortable, inviting but natural position that didn't make him look like a hussy, Zhongli was standing in the hallway and blatantly staring at him.

Robe open, a pair of clean boxers the only thing hiding the half hard erection from just /seeing/ him. It was shamelessly attractive and took absolutely no effort. A drop of water still slid down their chest and suddenly Childe was thirsty as fuck and that was the only drop of water in the world as he honed in on it with laser precision.

Way to one up a man.

"Childe…"

"Uh," he blurted out, eyes drifting away from the embodiment of hotness. "I uhm…"

The brunette came closer, slipping onto the couch with a calm but tense air. It was obvious how his little display had affected them, and just seeing the strained fabric of the clean boxers was enough to make his own dick throb. Still, Zhongli didn't move, taking low and careful breaths as they stared directly in front of themselves as if debating whether to turn on the television or not. Childe made little attempt not to stare, meeting the amber eyes when they tried to sneak a peek.

For a moment they just awkwardly stared at each other. It was ridiculous. They'd already crossed the 'i want that' threshold but for whatever reason, each second that passed made it harder to break the silence. Neither of them could think of what to say, oogling whatever was visible until Zhongli apparently got too much and looked away.

"How are you feeling?"

Feeling?
Horny. Thirsty. Ravenous. He was dying and cock was the only cure.
"Pretty good," he murmured. "You?"

A soft hum came in response.

"Didn't take you for the nervous type," he chuckled honestly.

"I'm not. You are simply… ," Zhongli admitted. "You have no idea how frustratingly attractive you are to me."

"I do have a nice ass," he chirped playfully, trying to break the tension without ending it.

"Far more than your ass. You are the type of thing a man could write poetry over," Zhongli mumbled. "Mind and body match in that regard."

"Don't tell me you want my big throbbing heart."

"No." There was a slight flush in the refined gentleman's features. Like this, they almost seemed like a shy monster, looking at a meal for the first time but too considerate and polite to admit their starvation. It reminded him of vampire novels. The hunger in Zhongli's eyes as they found him were almost inhuman as the pupils reacted to lust and want, the color of amber tucked behind the desire. "I want all of you."

That was a confession wasn't it?
That was a confession.
From a half naked man on a couch to another. That were scheduled to fuck.
Maybe not the best timing, Zhongli.
"Wh-... What?"

The brunette's eyes lowered, a hand drifting to his calf as the man shifted closer to slip the touch to his thigh. He blinked and swallowed. "I want you Childe. Body and soul."

"Ah-?" He said. Stupidly.

"You don't have to answer now, I will take what I am allowed and no more. Be that friendship with benefits, so be it."

"I mean we are dating-" he stated, reflexively slipping his legs to accommodate the man that was progressively advancing on him. "Aren't we already sort of a thing?"

"No," Zhongli responded, fingers dusting the edge of the fluffy bathrobe and the expanse of his skin available to the touch just beneath it. "But we can discuss it later."

"Oh.. Oh-kay-" his breath hitched. In all his excitement and mental prep, he hadn't really noticed the temperature difference until the warm fingers casted a stark contrast to the cooled muscle.

"I believe you would agree we have a pressing matter to attend to."

Childe hummed, "is it an ECP?"
Enjoyable Cock Proposal. May the bad jokes reign.

Zhongli smiled, "Emphasis on the E, I hope."

The redhead met the man's smile with his own, gentle and sweet at first as they both tested waters and resolve. The hand at his thigh squeezed slightly, brushing a thumb over the curve. Childe responded by parting his knees just as gingerly, giving quiet permission to explore. The too-soft fabric brushed against his body, petting the clean skin in a way that cast such a comparison to the long fingers of an officer worker that were a bit too dry from the shower, a bit too hot and slightly damp. Reaching up, he thread his own info brown silk strands of hair at the back of their neck, licking dusty rose lips for entry.

Zhongli hummed in response, meeting him in earnest as his welcome was taken. The pad of a thumb traced the curve of his hip, pressing to the crease of his thigh and hold completely enveloping the frame of it a bit too easily. Childe keened, the tip of his cock peeking from the warm comforts of the fabric as the touches slid it upward. The ghost of a palm drifted over it, making him shudder.

"May I?"

"I swear to all that's holy Zhongli, if you don't fuck me I'm going to kill you."

"Making sure," they chuckled, lifting their other hand to let weight fall into his own carding the long fingers into his hair. "I promise to be gentle with you. It is our first time."

"Make sure you don't," he bitched softly in retort, tipping his head back and into the warm palm that cradled his hand. "You promised."

"Mmn. That I did," a tongue traced up his throat to be punctuated in a kiss at his jaw. "Tell me if I need to stop. I can be a bit… much."

Oh Gods above he hoped it was much. A lot. Plenty. More than enough. "Fill me up, Mr. Lapis."

"I do quite like that," they purred in pleasure. "But first. We should relocate."

"Huh?" The sound of question bled out of his throat as a man's arm tucked under his knees. He had known Zhongli was stronger than they seemed, but being hoisted off the couch like he was a kid did strange things to his brain in the foreign sensation of it all. Childe barely had time to process the fact Zhongli had picked him up almost effortlessly before he was thrown back down, shoulders bouncing once on the surface of a mattress. Springs. There was springs and foam. The telltale creak of them was unmistakable.

Zhongli stood between his knees, looking down at him with a devious smirk. "Much better."

The redhead blinked in shocked confusion, feeling oddly concussed as his mind reeled against the pillows and soft sheets. He was guided to sit pretty in the center, surrounded in luxury and finer fabrics. Hands on his skin left burning trails, thighs coaxed to part slightly as he felt his knees curl against something hard and hot. Looking down, he met a molten gaze as his legs framed their shoulders, lips pressing to his skin. As the head of earthy brown dipped lower, his mind seized.

They weren't going to- were they? That's so- he jolted thumbs spread him open, a tongue pressing to his rim and wetting it.

Oh God they were-
Oh holy fuck- thank fuck he took a shower.
He flushed scarlet as Zhongli's tongue lapped at him, spit turning cold as their breath ghosted the space before burying their nose into the soft skin, kissing his entrance in earnest. Fingers moved to hold him there and open, the hot muscle slipping inside and writhing.

Childe had no idea what to think.
On one hand, it was hot as hell, terribly considerate, and felt rather nice. On the other, a man making out with his ass was insanely embarrassing and just felt strange. He shuddered as they fucked their tongue in, overly grateful he'd taken the time to clean himself properly, but overwhelming anxious it wasn't a good enough job. His thighs shook in mixed sensations, brows knitting as his face burned. "Zhongli- don't-"

A finger filled him instead, coated in saliva as the tongue slid up his perineum to the seam of his balls.

"Zhongli-"

They licked again, going further and dragging the spade of the muscle up the underside of his cock. His dick twitched in greeting, jolts of please thrumming through his system as he let out a strangled sound. Lips tugged at the skin of his shaft, nipping at the sensitive area where his sac met the erection and nosing into it with a content sigh. Able to see them clearly now, Zhongli was the picture of sin itself. The man looked entranced, eyes of fallen stars meeting his as the single finger in him curled perfectly to find his prostate.

Childe went prone, half collapsing with a flustered sound of surprise. There was some mild burn from the dryness that really set off the sensation, making him hyper aware of it as the pad of the one digit pressed against his walls. "L-lube?"

Zhongli hummed, "Reach behind the headboard."

His hand shot up behind him to the place in question, a small shelf lined the space apparently and tucked inside was a bottle that was hard to miss. Fumbling for traction, he pulled it out to reveal a scentless, water based lube. Good quality. Off brand but known. Curious and distracted, he turned it over in his hands a couple of times. What was in this one again?

"Childe-"

Right right. He passed Zhongli the bottle, a second later feeling the cool, slippery sensation against his ass as it slid against the long digits and into his hole. He was still fairly loose from before, and that thought was apparently shared. Lubricated properly, the one finger tripled instantly. With a hard thrust of their hand, Childe's entire body jerked in response with a squeak. One of his legs slipped, knee hooking into Zhongli's elbow and resting there as he shook slightly.

"You are so…" a heavy voice purred, trailing off into noting.

Oh fuck. His mind melted slightly. How did this man have the voice of a fallen angel? Gemlike eyes flicked over his body, taking in the state of him as his flush deepened and spread across his skin. The fluffy robe had fallen open, sash failing to keep it shut on all the movement and soft fabric. It laid in a puddle of color around his skin, making every scar and freckle stand out against the plush grey canvas. Everywhere the brunette looked seemed to burn, scalding gaze almost tangible.

"Childe," they called him. "I.."

He'd never seen Zhongli fluster like this before. The golden eyes fluttered as fingers spread him open, taking in the sight of his inner flesh and licking lips.

"Fuck, you're…"

"Zhongli?" He asked.

"Give me a moment to collect myself," they pleaded.

"What's wrong?" Anxiety shot through his system and if not for the man between his legs, he would have snapped them shut. He managed to shift back a bit, their fingers leaving him.

"Nothing. Nothing, dearest," a bit of panic laced the brunette's voice. "It just…"

Childe frowned, brows knitting as then discomfort in his gut curled and twisted. It choked him off air as he felt trapped suddenly. "Did I do something wrong? Do we need to stop?"

He'd definitely never seen Zhongli become embarrassed like this. The brunette's eyes flew open and met his, fingers clutching one of his knees, "No! No. Absolutely not."

There was a deep inhale, Zhongli lifting their other hand to pinch the bridge of their nose. "You're overwhelmingly beautiful. I need a moment so I don't lose my mind."

Oh.
His eyes dropped, taking in the strained fabric of the only pair of boxers in the room, struggling to hold anything back at this point. A dampness gleaned in the air. "Wow."

"Forgive me," they pleaded. "I haven't been with anyone in earnest in quite some time and…"

"Already?" he shakily asked, licking his lips as he caught on. They'd already came once today, also quicker than expected. "Are you… that excited?"

"Childe," they huffed, tone a bit incredulous. "You have no idea. You have absolutely no awareness of what you do to me. The sight you become."

There were times that Zhongli's vocabulary was hotter than it was frustrating. This was one of those times. "Ah… I uh…. I'm sorry?"

Something feral flicked into the brunette's expression. "Are you?"

"I- I mean…"

"Are you truly apologetic?" They asked again, turning to face him fully. The tone of their voice became languid, deeper and thicker. "Do you have any remorse for the sins you've committed on my mind?"

Childe's breath hitched as Zhongli slipped between his knees fully and took residence there. Thighs framed toned hips, shaking slightly against every labored breath.

"How dare you lie to me," they hissed in a tone that made the redhead sink back. "Know your place, brat."

The confidence in the man turned to mush at the baritone melody of being called out. He shuddered and stared up at them, eyes blown wide. The shift in demeanor was almost terrifying, but he didn't hate it. "I'm… I'm sorry-"

"If you keep lying to me, I will have to punish you."

Oh. Oh fuck. Maybe all those times where Zhongli had gotten a little kinky weren't just for show. Was he a Dom? Childe never pinned himself as a true sub, but the way Zhongli looked at him made him question himself. "Are we… is this a…?"

"Shut up."

Childe inhaled a gasp and instantly went still. Amber eyes traced his expression. He licked his lips and waited, sitting very patiently in the brunette's hold.

"There you go," the same tenor hummed, lifting a hand to trace his skin. "Now."

He gasped as he felt fingers press to his chest, splaying across the muscle and flesh firmly and pinning him down gently.

"Answer me, honestly this time," Zhongli's voice made all his attention hone in. "Are you going to behave?"

He shuddered, dual sensations warring curiosity of punishment and reward. He'd never done a scene like this. There was that one time in college, but it had just been someone choking him while riding his dick. They didn't have a strong grip and it had just been more annoying than anything.

Did he want to be punished? Did he want to be rewarded? Did he even want to do this? This was a strange first time. Wasn't this supposed to be lovey dovey and romantic? Not, 'get on your knees bitch'? Maybe some people were into that but he wasn't sure if he was one of-

A click of the tongue, a darkened rolling timbre,"Pay attention."

Oh. Oh he was into that.
"I'm sorry," he muttered.

"What?" A hand took his chin, forcing him from his weird daydreams and back into the moment as amber eyes poured into his. "What did you say?"

His breath trembled, mind hazing slightly as he somehow found the words. "I'm sorry, sir. I'll behave."

The hand at his jaw released, knuckles stroking his cheek gently. "There you are," a dulcet voice crooned. "Now be a good boy."

Childe immediately hated and loved what that phrase was doing to him. His breath hitched against his will, as if Zhongli suddenly had a leash around his neck and pulled it taut. That was a thought.

"Such a pretty thing," Zhongli cooed, pulling him back mentally. "Look at you."

A hand smoothed across his skin again, flesh rising in greeting as the natural chill chased the heat of their fingers. The soothing touches were met with ghostly cold and he didn't want them to stop. A soft sound escaped his throat as he huddled instinctively into the fabric still pooled around his elbows.

"You're going to behave, aren't you? You're going to be my good little boy."

He blinked rapidly as a strange urgency crept into him to respond, "Yessir."

"Ah, but do you even know how?" Zhongli's tongue clicked.

"I do," he automatically responded. "I can be-" The words died on his tongue.

"Be what?"

He didn't know suddenly. "Good?"

"Repeat after me," a honeyed tone instructed. "I… Ajax Childe Dell'arte-"

It was so strange hearing his full name on Zhongli's tongue, the syllables rolling off it perfectly. Still, he managed to repeat the words before getting distracted.

"Am."

"Am-"

"An"

Wow this was tedious.
"An-"

"Insufferable little brat."

Oh.
"I'm not-"

"Childe-" a tone warned, a cruel upturn in the voice told him they were enjoying this. "You said you'd behave."

He whined a bit, melting into the warm fluff and sheets under the man's touch. "But-"

He jumped when a spike of dull pain shot through his thigh, jerking his attention to the fact Zhongli had pinched him. Not hard. But enough to feel. He shook with confusion as he lifted his eyes again to meet theirs and was more upset suddenly by the look of soft disappointment. It raged something in his brain, tucked away deep in the depths of his mind. He hated it. He HATED the very concept that they were upset with him.

"I- I can be good. Zhongli- sir- I can be good."

They tutted softly, pulling away. The brunette made a soft sound of annoyance, but really it was just a sigh. Childe's mind flared into a mild panic, reaching for them and grasping the silky fabric that still hung on their shoulders. He sat up slightly, catching them before they got too far.

"No- I can. I can. I swear- I'm just-"

"Just?" Zhongli's interest hung in the word, tone dipped to give him a chance to complete the sentence.

"I'm scared," he blurted out. "I don't want to… I don't want to disappoint you."

Where did that come from? As soon as the words left him, he blinked owlishly at the contractor and felt his face burning with embarrassment. He wanted to be their good boy. He wanted to behave but-

"I'm just a brat-" he confessed, still unable to say the full thing. He couldn't. His mind reeled at the very thought of being insufferable to the contractor. "I'm a brat but I'll be good… I'll behave."

A warm kiss pressed to his forehead. "There's my good boy."

His attention snapped to the heat of their lips, locked on and whimpering the second it fled. The little praise made him happy in ways he didn't understand, sending him reeling slightly and desperate to hear it again.

"Let me go," a hand wrapped around his wrist. "Sit back, baby."

He didn't want to. He didn't want to let go. He didn't want to misbehave even more, fingers uncurling from the fabric mechanically and slipping away. One by one. Zhongli was patient with this, chasing him as he slid down.

"Very good," they cooed and little flutters of pleasure set off in his chest. "You did good."

He wanted to hide. The strange way the words curled in his brain turned his sanity into mush. He was stronger than this. He could probably take Zhongli in a fight. So why-?

Hands slid up his thighs again, bringing him back to the reason this has all started. Sex. Zhongli and Childe. Fucking like animals instead of going back to work. The lie of food poisoning over lunch was fabricated solely for this purpose. He came out of the haze a little- just enough to realize they'd barely even started.

"Childe," a sultry tone called.

"Y-yeah?"

"Do you want to stop?"

He blinked blatantly at the question, "No, why would you even ask-?"

Eyes lowered and following the line of their gaze he realized he wasn't hard. When did- probably when he panicked. Probably the least sexy thing that had happened all day. Again. Panicked again. He didn't go soft last time so why now-?

"Fuck this is embarrassing."

Zhongli hummed, leaning over him fully and bringing them together. The brunette still had the cursed boxers on. Why hadn't those come off yet? Though he admitted the texture felt nice as they were brought flush to his skin. Lips pressed to his temple, his hair, his lashes. "I'm sorry sweetheart, I didn't mean to overwhelm you."

"I-" he failed to find the words, still somehow stuck a bit on wanting to be Zhongli's good little boy. "You didn't? I uh…"

There was a soft pause. "Do you want to continue?"

"Uhm…" how did he say yes without sounding like he was into being a bitch? He wasn't a bitch. He wasn't some docile little sub. He wasn't going to keen and priss himself up for another man like this.

"Childe?"

He met their gaze and instantly wanted to reconsider all his previous thoughts. Zhongli was too good to be true. He didn't want to be a bitch but goddamn did he want to he Zhongli's good boy. He didn't want to be docile but he didn't want to misbehave or be a brat. He didn't want to priss and be gayer than normal but he'd probably murder a man to hear Zhongli call him a pretty little thing again. The mental haze was at war with his rational mind, flooding him with mixed signals he couldn't make sense of. "I… I don't know?"

Zhongli tipped their head and pressed a kiss to his lips. "We'll play by ear, then. I'll try to control myself."

He chuckled a bit lightly, appreciating the compliment hidden in the wording. "You're sexy when you lose control."

A deep hum of affection came in response, "I'm glad you think so. Now… lay back baby. Let me take care of you."

"A dom and a service top, goddamn," he voiced. "How do you keep the people off you?"

Zhongli didn't answer, smoothing a soft hand up his sides and into the layers of fluff to hold his shoulder. The brunette mouthed at his shoulders, pressing what kisses to the space and Childe relaxed at the sensation, lifting a hand and resting it on theirs. Under his palm, he could feel the movement of the man- dipping and shifting to chase tangible affection across his skin.

"So gentle," he murmured, pointing out the obvious.

They shushed him, nipping the skin of his neck. "May I?"

"Below the collar," he whispered in automatic response.

Zhongli mouthed at his pulse, chasing it down with his tongue to the arc of muscle at the base of his neck. A warm kiss came first, lips parting a moment after and taking a bit of flesh between teeth. He mewled as the spike of pain shot through him in pleasure, voice crackling as the brunette suckled at the bite and made sure it bruised. A tongue lapped at it after in apology, but the words didn't sound sorry, "Mine."

"Yours-?" He half questioned, half declared.

"My sweet thing," Zhongli cooed, nosing another unblemished patch of skin that begged to be otherwise. "My good boy."

Childe still hated what that did to him. He could feel his dick twitching to life again, rising to attention at the compliments he was oddly suspicious of. As teeth dipped into his skin again, he made another wanton noise that sounded out of character to his own head. The brunette was just as attentive to the second, kissing down a bit lower and below his clavicle.

Fingers slipped to the head of brown hair, breath shaking against their lips as a tongue pressed to one of his nipples. He barely registered the heat enveloping over the bud before fingers curled around his pec and suckled at it too. The spare hand tweaked the neglected twin, Childe tugging at the silky hair as it dipped to lavish the other in a kiss as well.

He sighed with pleasure and dipped his shoulders back, letting his head fall and eyes close as little waves of pleasure coasted through his spine and settled in his lap. He was hard again- dick bobbing for attention under Zhongli's abs somewhere and pressing against the patterns of the muscle. The brunette's teeth ghosted his skin, "Hold still for me baby."

There wasn't any time to ask why before the bite sank in, circling over his nipple as a tongue spread across it firmly. He cried out, fingers tugging at their hair as they flexed their jaw around his flesh. Childe gasped, knees shaking as he fought the urge to break free, clawing at their scalp pathetically with a whimper. The cold snapped to his skin upon release, his nipple hardening pitifully as it was peppered with kisses.

"Good boy."

Fuck.
"Zhongli-" he practically whined, lifting his other hand to his face and scowling into his fingers. Frustrating. How did two words set him off so much? "You're so… fuck."

"Perfect," they hummed. "You're so perfect, baby. Look at you."

A tongue spread over the fresh bite, a wave of little tingles spreading and settling in his fingertips. His cock throbbed in the same, breath heaving as the adrenaline settled across his tongue.

"So pretty," the brunette cooed lovingly, kissing a bit lower.

Every touch of their lips made him jump slightly, the scrape of teeth making him shudder as they nipped his hip. A deep and guttural purr of adoration came from the back of the man's throat. The sound alone made Childe melt again, slowly relaxing.

"You'll look so good covered in my marks," they praised as a nose nuzzled into his inner thigh. Fingers curled around the meat of it. His chest heaved in anticipation as lips touched the soft flesh, trembling in a mix of excitement and fear. "Childe-"

He opened his eyes and pushed himself up on his elbows. Meeting the molten gold color of their eyes was a mistake, and he almost forgot how to breathe.

"Watch."

He couldn't stop if he tried, fixed on the soft parting in Zhongli's lips that mouthed his skin. He saw it. He felt it. Pleasure jolted straight through him as he took in the flushed cheeks and heavy gaze of the man, running a tongue up the vein of his inner thigh. Nestled up against his balls, lips pressed to him where he couldn't see, he met the heated gaze from the corner of their eyes under russet lashes as teeth found him again. A shock of pain snapped through him, cascading down his spine and ping-ponged through his limbs as they sucked at him. He couldn't help the sound he made, raw and unfiltered.

The pop of release was followed by his exhale, shuddering and trembling. Zhongli's tongue flicked over dusty lips with a content smile and hum of amusement. "My perfect," they found another spot to defile, "pretty little boy."

The next spike of pain and it felt like he was blacking out. His mind hazed to nothing but Zhongli, the brunette taking over his entire thought as he struggled to breathe and his eyes watered. Childe could barely control the way his lips fell open, sounds flowing from his throat as the second mark found a twin on his other thigh. "Zh-Zhong-hah-"

"You'll look so good sweetheart," they cooed, nuzzling his cock deliberately and licking at the cowper fluid that dribbled from the tip as it twitched against a soft kiss. "Spread out on my cock."

"Fuck- Zhongli-"

Fingers spread his cheeks again, the pad of a thumb rubbing the swollen ring of muscle and testing how wet it was. Zhongli hummed with delight at the lack of resistance as the digit popped in roughly. "Lovely… look how you swallow up my fingers. So hungry for my cum."

"Yes- yes please…" he pressed his shoulders back, arching slightly as the brunette teased him, toying with the abused hole a bit. They fucked their thumb in, licking the rim gently before stopping and pressing a kiss to his balls instead. "Please-"

"Ask me nicely, you little brat."

"PLEASE," he bit out, voice a bit harsher. "Fuck. Please."

"Beg for it properly," Zhongli preened. "Beg for me like a good boy."

He mewled, panting as his brain filled with nothing but cock. He never wanted dick so bad in his life. He'd never wanted to be filled so badly- his guts practically ached for it, ass throbbing in want as his cock dripped. A wet moan left his lips as he tried to move and the small bruises all lit up in unison from being abused so recently.

"Poor baby," they cooed. "You can't even speak."

Embarrassment flooded him, just enough to feel his cheeks more clearly. His ruddy expression was clearly a mess, cheeks damp from tears and lashes clumping. "Fuck you… I- I…"

"Don't be a brat," Zhongli tutted, drawing their hand back, slipping back just enough to be felt but no heat or actual touch.

The emptiness made every ounce of his being lurch in response. He wanted it BACK. He needed it! He needed to feel them! "No- no please… I'm sorry! I'm sorry- Zhongli please-"

The sinful voice hummed in sad regard, a hand reached out to his face and thumbed one of his tears. "Shhh, it's okay sweetness. I have what you need."

"Please," he canted again, tears streaking down his cheek.

A kiss pressed to his hair, "Ask me to fuck you, Childe. Like a proper good boy."

He whined, what did that mean? He didn't want to disappoint- he wanted to be praised. He wanted to be his pretty thing. Behaved. His voice was a pitiful whimper, "H-how?"

"Shhh… shh…" Zhongli's other hand disappeared for a moment, returning to his hip with something scratchy, "repeat after me."

The sound he made wasn't human but he didn't care, completely petulant and upset. The brunette grinned but gave him a soft look of warning. Don't be a brat. Be a good boy. Childe almost pitched a fit.

"May I please-"
He hiccuped, "M-may I please-"

A hand ghosted up his thigh, teasing his skin and pressing one of the deeper bites. "Have."
"Have-"

"Your cock-"
"Your… your cock…"

"Sir."
"S-sir," he slurred. That was it. That was what he was missing. How could he be so stupid? He wasn't... he needed to address them properly. Stupid.

"There you go- now be a good boy and ask me nicely." A hand stroked his hair, petting him gently. Despite how bad he'd been. How much of a dumb little slut he was. Mr. Zhongli was always so kind.

"Mr. Lapis, may I please have your cock?"

The brunette looked truly delighted with him, eyes crinkling with mirth against the toothy smile. "Very good," a kiss pressed to his cheek, cooler than his cheeks for a change. "Such a good boy. You did well."

Childe felt something shift out of view, the cursed boxers finally coming off and the heady length of the man coming into the air. Zhongli twisted a hand over the cock head quickly, a wrapper found the brunette's teeth, tearing open the little packet of a condom.

He watched with morbid fascination and hatred as it slid on, eyes following the long fingers as they slid down the length of the cock and coated it in latex and lubricant. A hand pressed him down to the bed a second later.

The touch of plastic wasn't as nice as their cock and Childe almost wanted to tear it off. He'd already swallowed their cum, and he wanted to do it again. "Sir-"

"Shhh," they hushed, knowing what he was going to complain about.

"It's not fair- I've been good-"

"Hush baby," Zhongli's voice quivered slightly.

He stopped but still whimpered, head tipping back as they ground the gloved cock against his entrance, tip kissing his entrance and sliding the full length against it instead of pressing forward. Childe gasped at how big it was, daring to look down and see the full girth pressed to his groin and against his own. The distance from his navel with every roll of hips was driving him inside.

Hands pressed his thighs apart before a thumb did similar to his hole. The pink ring was eager to please, accepting the thick cock head a bit too easily and popping the crown inside. Zhongli paused, exhaling deeply as Childe moaned.

"So fucking perfect," they panted. "Gods above Childe… you're so tight."

"Th-thank you sir…" he slurred.

The contractor clearly didn't expect that, "Fuck."

Their hips snapped in, the full length of the man finding placement as hips met with a dull smack. The redhead twitched violently, moan turning to a sharp bark of pleasure. Finally. Finally finally finally. Zhongli was inside him! Zhongli was fucking him! Finally! He had made them happy- he made his... his Zhongli happy. His Zhongli. He was theirs. He was making them so happy.

His heart fluttered with emotion and pride, gasping for air as if his lungs were full of cock. His stomach twisted as his muscle spasmed around the welcomed invader. The curses went straight to his dick, bobbing pitifully as another glob of pre slid down the length.

"Fuck…" the brunette panted again, lost in some feeling shared between them. "Childe. My sweetheart."

"Fuck me, mister," he begged. "Please…"

There was a growled curse as Zhongli grasped his hips, tugging him into the thrust. He melted, he reformed. Their cock took him apart and filled him in ways he didn't know he could be. His hole burned at the stretch, the gloved crown still catching on the rim slightly as each pass drove the entire length into him. His breath turned to sounds and broken chirps for more.

"Zhongli-" he slurred the name slightly, reaching up to find the silky bathroom that somehow stayed on the whole time. It felt nice in his fingers, clawing at the man's back and smearing into the taut muscle as they fucked into him.

"Childe- Childe I-"

He remembered somehow. They couldn't last. They wouldn't. He was so good. He was such a good boy for them. He was too perfect. They would cum too soon. "Please…"

A frustrated grunt prefaced the jack of their hips, pace quickening and turning feral as they plowed new depths into his body. Zhongli was relentless, every slap of their skin against his lighting up the bites and bruising, the shake of his body making the abused nipple ache as he took every thrust completely. He lost the ability to think, to breathe.

A grunt above him brought him back to the world for a moment. The dull throb of his own cock leaving him stupid and pliant as his knees curled upwards as he lifted his hips to meet them. Zhongli's features seared into his brain, a wave of happiness flooding him that he'd done this. He was the reason they looked this way. Child was the cause of the ruddy features and glazed eyes, half lidded under long lashes beneath an almost annoyed knit of brows in concentration as they tried not to cum. He was too much. Too good.

"Fuck," Zhongli bit out again, a strange word on their tongue. "Fuck I'm- take it Childe. I'm going to cum, fucking take it."

"Yes-" he canted. "Please, god yes."

Hips slammed into him, balls crammed against his rim as the brunette filled the condom with spend. Their features contorted, pinching with pleasure and overstimulation as Childe squeezed around them. The redhead swelled with pride. His. He did that. "Thank you… thank you sir.."

They found his lips in a messy kiss, licking at his tongue as sharing the flavor as they both shook slightly. "So good. So perfect… perfect." Zhongli murmured somewhat stupidly into his mouth between waves of affection and breath. "Do you want to cum for me?"

He shook his head, "Not yet…"

There was a somewhat haughty smirk that came in response, "Good."

"No condom…" he huffed.

"We have to get tested before we can do that baby," they panted.

"I already drank your cum," he pointed out, words a bit heavy and slurred as he dumbly nuzzled into the brunette. "And we've cum all over each other before. If we're screwed, we're screwed together."

"You make a compelling argument," Zhongli sighed into the words, breath labored and still balls deep. "But I want to be thorough. We aren't even a couple. It's only right."

"Fuck," Childe bitched, cock threatening to go soft again but aching for release. "You wanna talk about this now?"

"No, I want a second condom but you are protesting," the brunette pressed a kiss to his cheek and ignored his blatant pout. "Come now. Behave."

"It's stupid," he insisted, still trying to breathe properly. "I wouldn't mind being exclusive and we've already fluid bonded anyway-"

Zhongli's advance to the box on the nightstand paused."What did you say?"

"That we're fluid bonded?" He growled, reaching out and pushing the box further away.

"You want to be exclusive?" There was a softness to the man's tone.

"We are not having his discussion with your cock in my ass," he outright fussed, successful in knocking the corner away just a tad, but their arms were longer.

The brunette took the box, the squelch of the condom in the movement to reach made their lip curl in disgust. "Okay…"

The box was secured and a long finger tapped against it in thought. Childe took calming deep breaths but still couldn't fully prepare for the feeling of Zhongli's cock slipping out.

"You're right," the man mumbled. "You're one hundred percent correct."

"Huh?" He asked.

The box got thrown over a shoulder. It bounced off the foot of the bed before clattering to the floor. Childe's heart skipped a beat as he watched Zhongli's cock become revealed again at last. The offending latex was tied off and tossed into a nearby bin that had probably been positioned there just for that purpose. "You're correct, so utterly and perfectly correct. Like everything else about you."

He tried not to flounder as Zhongli came back between his legs and kissed him. The words sparked happy little jolts of pleasure again, his dick throbbing for attention. The brunette hummed against his lips and brought their hips together with a soft roll. Childe tried to make sense of it, but the kisses were nice. His arms wrapped around their neck like a wreath, framing the handsome man in nothing but his body as his legs curled behind theirs.

A thick heat pressed against him and he jerked to look down and watch Zhongli slide back into him. His eyes rolled, lashes fluttering at the difference. It was good before but raw was divine. Every acute detail of their shape and size etched into his brain as the crown scraped against his prostate and tugged his rim as they thrust into him slow and deep.

Zhongli's soft moans in his ear were something of pure sin. A velvety soft tenor that vibrated against his eardrums. "Gods…" he mumbled, head falling back and closing his eyes. A kiss pressed to his jaw in soft compliance with his wants.

He twitched almost violently as the pace picked up. Still slow, still deep, but quick enough it was harder to track. Every thrust fucked into his prostate perfectly now, the friction of the cock head pressing against his walls more accurate and correct. Zhongli fucked into him languidly, wrapping his legs around their waist and tugging them into every roll of their hips.

"That's it… that's it baby," they cooed. "Be a good boy and cum for me."

He almost choked on his tongue, babbling something stupid that he couldn't even understand.

Zhongli mouthed over one of the bites, nibbling it and sending a shock of pain into his system. His dick jumped and leaked with his soft sound of pain and pleasure.

"Cum for your daddy."

He made a face, frowning.

"No?" A brow lifted with a worried smile.

"No." Firm.

Zhongli chuckled, kissing his skin and nuzzling in as he crammed into the hilt to beg for forgiveness. His mind hazed.

"I'm waiting," Zhongli told him, making the coil of pleasure in his gut pull tighter. "Cum for me baby. Show me how good you can be."

He wriggled, rocking his hips down on the next thrust and feeling his cock scrape against their abs. He moaned softly, so close but not there. He needed a bit more. A touch. What was it?

As Zhongli fucked into him a bit harder je was pushed more and more to that limit, an invisible bubble he couldn't get through
It hurt, it ached. His balls tucked against his body in sheer need, contracting and firm with his desire to cum. "Zhongli- please… Mister.. I- I need..."

The man somehow understood, pressing him down and driving into him harder as if chasing the same thing. A heady voice flooded his senses, his nails clawing at the man's chest as they spoke- "Disobedient little brat."

He mewled, desperate. Shame tweaked against his senses, embarrassment in tone.

"I said-"

Something pinched across his cock, gently crushing the head against a broad palm.

"Cum."

The pain made him break, spilling so hard and fast that his entire being trembled ok the shockwaves. Zhongli held him firm as he felt like he was falling apart at the seem. Ever pulse of his body dragged more spend out of him, the drag of a cock in him just pushing more out. He was wrung dry and made pliant.

Zhongli kissed his cheeks. "Good. Good boy. Such a beautiful thing you are. I'm proud of you."

His heart swelled with joy, entire frame shaking in tow as he came down from the orgasm and just felt tired and sensitive. Suddenly he weighed three or four times his normal. He was heavy. He was stupid. Smearing his face into their shoulders his eyelids became hot and leaden. Fingers carded through his hair as he went limp.

"I've got you…"

He felt himself falling. The tension was the only thing that has kept him up, it seemed. He was falling. Sinking. Warm hands held him steady, pressing over his eyes and a kiss to his lips. Zhongli. Zhonglizhonglizhongli…

"Take a nap, sweetheart. I've got you."

The full weight of the day caught up. The bad morning. The caffeine crash. The car. The escaping to get laid. It all crashed down on him at once and he just couldn't open his eyes.

"Be a good boy and rest."

He did love being a good boy, it seemed.

Chapter 2

Notes:

Half written on my phone and half a PC. Blasphemy. Also off schedule.

Childe hummed at the warm touch of something, fingers carding through his hair. It took him back to simpler times, waking up from a nap with cocoa and a fun snack as a kid. Only this wasn’t a nap from running around in the yard or building a snowman. Not even close. This was a nap from getting dicked down into actual oblivion. There was no cocoa, but there was a chocolatey rich sweetness. There was no snack, unless you counted the man giving him the attention as one. As he came to, he realized he was half pressed to the person in question.

Opening his eyes slowly, they focused to find the edge of a pillow and the rise and fall of a bare chest with red lines from his nails creating pretty patterns on the tan skin. “Zhongli?”

There was a shift in movement, the hand in his hair pausing and the whole man’s attention turning to see him. “Hello sweetheart, how do you feel?”

“W’time is it?” he slurred, tongue thick.

“About six or seven,” the dulcet tone informed in a loving manner

He tried to shift up but slipped immediately, his arms and legs feeling like jelly. A good jelly. But jelly. A split second later, pain lit up in multiple places like landmarks on a map of his body. His thighs, his kness, his shoulders, neck, and fucking hell- his ass. A deep seated ache told him they probably could have afforded more prepwork, but a small amount of pleased pride swelled in his chest that he’d done it all. “Fuck-”

“I cleaned you up, but you could probably use a shower or a bath,” Zhongli told him, smoothing a thumb over his scalp gently.

“I don’t think I can-”

“I’ll help you, love. You don’t even need to ask,” the brunette interjected with a soft insistence. “Just tell me when you’re ready.”

“Are you going to carry me again?” he asked, lifting his eyes to the loving gaze of amber and molten gold.

“If you would like me to,” they smiled sweetly.

“Please?”

There was a nod, Zhongli setting aside a book and shifting into motion all at once. Childe’s hands slid down the man’s bicep finding traction and arranging himself to be easily scooped into their arms. When he didn’t feel anything… suspicious in his nether regions he turned the question to the party that had remained conscious.

“Did you cum in me?”

“No,” they informed. “But you may have some lube in you if there’s discomfort. I wiped most of it off you.”

There was still a slight stickiness, he noted. Difficult to get off unless completely scrubbed and cleaned. Humming slightly, he looped his arm behind their shoulders as he was hoisted up like a plaything.

“How much can you deadlift?” he asked, teasingly.

“Close to five hundred, why? Ah- about two hundred thirty kilos if you prefer metric.”

He sputtered, not expecting the answer. Much left the amount of his own body weight twice over. No wonder the man could toss him around like a ragdoll. It made him feel a little small, and a little better about the whole experience. “You just make it seem like I’m light.”

“You are,” Zhongli told him, casual about it as they stepped into the bathroom. The brunette moved sideways through the door. “Did you want a bath or a shower?”

“Bath, since I know there’s nothing in me.”

Still, Zhongli sat him down on the toilet. Redness swept his entire face, licking his lips as the man turned away from him and began running water. “Take your time,” they said.

Kill him now. “This is so awkward- I’m sorry.”

“A bit, but it’s normal. I played a part in this, I should see you cleaned up and back to yourself.”

“Gotta make sure I can rejoin the human populace for work tomorrow?”

“We could call out again,” they suggested. “We just have to do it together as to not raise suspicion.”

“My car-”

“Will be fine,” Zhongli assured. “Or we can go get it after hours.”

Dusting their hands together, Zhongli turned to him again. There was an awkward exchange of stares for a moment, blue eyes pleading.

“I’ll leave the room for a moment. Don’t hurt yourself.”

“I’m not a kid,” he huffed.

“But you go by the name Childe,” the brunette teased, stepping out of the room and half closing the door behind them.

He wanted to punch the man but sadly his knees were more gooey and cartilage than normal. He glared at the door, shaking off the awkwardness and tending to his own self care in the form of bathroom use now that he didn’t have an audience. Many kinks had been discovered today, but that was not one he was ready to explore or try any time soon. A little extra touching confirmed the swelling of his sphincter, but he didn’t feel any tears at least. He’d be back to normal by morning with a little rest and some water. Good.

Looking over at the tub, he’d never really bothered to notice how nice it was. Not huge or super lavish, it was still large enough for a man as tall as two of them to stretch out their legs and soak comfortably in. The brunette had a small assortment of different bath oils and scents to play with- and one foaming bath bomb with pink sparkles. A gift probably. No way Zhongli bought it.

If there wasn’t a small chance of getting glitter up his ass, he would have tossed it in.
Next time. Next time he would.

Stubborn as he was, he tried to push himself up to a stand and braced himself on the wall. As he moved, he heard the door press open and cursed internally that he wouldn’t be able to show off properly. A warm hand pressed to his skin as the other turned the water down- allowing him the chance to adjust the temperature if need be. Using the brunette for support, he found it comfortably hot, making his skin tingle happily as his pores opened and his muscles relaxed. Sinking in, a wash towel was draped behind his shoulders as a soft cushion and he gave a lopsided smile at the gentleness of the man who had bit the ever living shit out of his nipple like a ravenous dog or something.

Said bite had just barely not broken the skin, he noted, looking down at the ring of marks around it. Zhongli was unapologetic about the whole thing, just watching his soft examination of the numerous bruises and marks on the creamy skin. “Practicing for the zombie apocalypse Zhongli?”

He received a soft chuckle, “You look good enough to eat, my dear.”

Childe huffed at the lame joke, watching the brunette settle against the side of the tub, hip resting on a folded towel. Arms folded over the edge, fingers tracing the edge of the water before it was turned off completely. The redhead sighed with relief at his poor muscles, sinking in completely and ignoring the stink in places that did break skin or were just overly sensitive in general.

“If I became a zombie, would you still like me?”

“I’d likely let you consume me or succumb to the same, tethered to you so we could travel the world together as shambling husks.”

He knit his brows, unsure why the fuck that sounded romantic in any way shape or form. Disgusting. That was disgusting. “Or we can get stuck on a tree. Or try to go opposite directions and wind up dragging each other around.”

Zhongli shrugged a bit, “Sacrifices made for those we care about.”

Childe shook his head, “Corny ass.”

The smile he got in response was picturesque of a honeymooner, pure love and affection dripping from every pore as the redhead went to muse over different soaps. Popping the lid, he gave it a sniff and paused. Another sniff followed. He liked this one, turning it over to read the label and scent notes. It was well used, he noted, all at once. This was the one Zhongli probably used- the same earthy perfume that clung to their skin. He sat that one down and reached for another, ignoring the way the brunette watched.

“Would you like some assistance with your hair?” Zhongli offered, fingers still toying with the edges of the water. They made slow, languid passes over it and rippling the surface somewhat playfully.

A mental debate occurred. He could probably do it himself. He could. It would ache a bit and be generally uncomfortable, but nothing unmanageable. The question didn’t ask if he could, however, it asked what he wanted. That was another matter entirely. Long, elegant digits sliding across his scalp and massaging into his brain? “Sure, if you don’t mind.”

The brunette shifted upward and came to rest on the side of the tub with a bent knee, leaning over his shoulders and reaching for a worn bottle of shampoo. The cap popped off and the familiar scent filled the air. He dipped back and got his hair wet, wincing at the protest of his shoulders in the simple movement. Yeah. Maybe it would be better to accept help. Simping aside.

"Come here," the brunette cooed, guiding him to turn around a bit in the tub. The elegant digits slid into his hair just as he'd hoped, the pads of fingers massaging into his scalp and scrubbing at it gently.

Childe melted against them, tipping his head back into the ready and waiting hands for more manipulation. "You are way too good with your hands."

"I am glad you think so."

The redhead hummed, closing his eyes and completely enjoying the feeling. Zhongli's long digits raked through his hair, coiling the follicles around the pads of soft fingertips. The brunette seemed to take some delight in the exchange too, massaging the suds info his scalp arduously slow and careful.

"Pretty," the man sighed. "You truly are lovely like this."

"Tired and well fucked?" He opened his eyes a bit to look up.

"Compliant," Zhongli clarified on a loving tenor, stroking his face with a knuckle.

"I never expected you were… like that," Childe squeaked a bit. "Have you always been a dom?"

The man sighed, "No. With past partners I did very little of it. While it's always been an interest of mine, I've never truly submersed myself in it."

"Oh?" Could have fooled him. Zhongli took to it like a duck to water. The commanded attention and respect was fantastic.

"I apologize if I am not what you expected," there was a soft dip in tone. "I understand if you don't wish to do anything more than this."

"I will admit I'm curious," Childe stated. "I'm kind of the same. I've subbed before but… not like that. No one has ever got me there before."

"I could see that. You are difficult to keep in the moment at times. I thought to give it a try to combat your wandering attention," the fingers stilled, gently pressing to his shoulder to tell him to move. "Tip back sweetheart."

The soapy redhead blinked, thinking on what he'd just been told. Had his undiagnosed attention issues caused an issue of some sort? It was a strange response to the problem, but he'd be a damned liar to say it didn't work. Lost in thought, he followed the guidance and slowly slid under the water. A warm palm greeted the back of his neck, cupping against the weight of his head. It was practically telling as he looked up at the man who was holding him so carefully.

"Good boy," they praised softly.

His thighs clenched just heading the words. "I like that a little too much I think."

"Apologies," Zhongli mused with a soft smirk. "It is difficult not to tell you how captivating you are. The sight of you can drive me mad."

He felt his cheeks tint and inhaled the scent of soap and shampoo as it swirled into the water around them. The sound of water echoed against the tile and material of the tub itself, creating a cacophony of noise as he sank below the surface a bit to drown out his embarrassment for just a moment before popping up again. "Can… can you tell me?"

"Tell you what?" There was a clipped way the sentence ended that told him that there was some pet name that was restrained.

"Uhm…" he bit his lip, flushing deeper and tucking his knees together. "Uh… how to put this."

"You want me to praise you?"

He hated how selfish and strange that sounded. But yes. Childe made a soft noise of embarrassment, looking away. Zhongli chuckled softly.

"Greedy little thing."

Fuck he liked that. The sound of thought that followed was equally nice.

"You have been very good, though," the brunette purred, combing conditioner through the wet strands. "I suppose you have earned a treat."

A… treat? What was he- a dog?
A pet of some sort?

The more he thought about it, the more he found himself okay with it. Especially as those same long fingers coaxed him clean. Being a pet. Being cared for. Becoming Zhongli's pretty little thing.

God that sounded weird in his head.
But good?

"What would you like, dearest? Should I tell you how you make me feel or should I compliment you?"

He blinked, suddenly having a choice seemed strange. "I… surprise me?"

Zhongli clicked their tongue, lips parting on an inhale. The dulcet tone dipped slowly and darkened. "That won't do. I asked you to choose."

Oh. Oh fuck.
Which made him sound like less of a little bitch? He struggled internally for a moment, floundering over the two options and lack of a coin to flip. He licked his lip in thought as Zhongli finished up his hair but lingered. Blinking up at the towering presence and feeling small, Childe wondered if they'd judge his choice. "Both?"

"You really are greedy, aren't you?"

His lashes fluttered as he immediately wanted to defend himself, "I-I mean they could be the same thing. Sometimes."

Zhongli hummed deeply at that, a rumbling purr of thought. "You are correct," they said on the same depth of tone. "But it's not what I asked you to do."

Fuck.
He flinched a bit, mostly to his own inability to just… pick one. He'd always been indecisive but having it in real time and affecting someone else made him slightly embarrassed. As much as he wanted to know how Zhongli felt, and what he did to them, it was equally tired by just being… greedy. He wanted the praise deep in his core. To know what the brunette even liked in the first place.

A greedy little thing.

"C… compliment… me…" he managed out, resisting the urge to drown himself.

"See that wasn't so hard," they cooed, adoration dripping from their eyes and tongue. A touch drifted over his forehead. "A compliment… where do I even begin? How do I choose just one? Perhaps two, since you're being so good for me."

He felt his cheeks burning. Sniffling in a breath, he tried to look away from the handsome features. He could sit up and return to the back of the tub, but the selfish goblin in his brain loved the fact he was settled in their hand, fingers spread to hold him afloat.

"Two. I will give you two."

Childe's heart did a flip. The words they chose to use were outright sinful. Suggestive at the very least.

"You have the most beautiful eyes," the man purred sweetly. "You have this little look about you when you're about to misbehave. It's adorable really. I would love watching your defiance drown in tears."

Oh fuck. Why did that sound hot? The compliment has seemed almost normal at first, only to shove into something truly deprved that made his head spin a bit. "Ah.. thank you?"

"Don't thank me yet," they crooned softly. "That was one. The second will be your body. Those long legs, your sculpted form, the curve of your hip… you fit so nicely against me."

He was smoldering. His cheeks threatened to burn him as he smeared some water on his face in a desperate attempt to try and cool off.

"You take my cock well. Perfectly even."

He buried his face in his fingers and still felt like his face was on fire. The skin actively prickled at the heat difference.

"It's as if you were designed with me in mind," Zhongli tapped his scalp to signal him to sit up.

He shook his head and resisted for a moment before inhaling the fresh scent of soaps and such before doing as requested.

"I could spend hours taking you apart and putting you back together. You're a divine being in my eyes and I resist the urge to show you proper reverence every time I see you."

"How long have you been a simp?" He whined.

"I could ask the same, I have seen the way you look at me."

"I knew you were showing off… I knew it."

"I thought you'd never catch on, as brilliant as you are, you can be fairly dense in these matters."

He swallowed, sitting back against the tub again. "So… about the whole exclusive thing."

Zhongli waited, settling on the edge of the tub near his shoulder. Picture perfect as always.

"I… do you?"

The brunette raised a brow as if to mock him. He was learning quickly that watching him flounder and die on his words was apparently a pastime the contractor enjoyed.

"Do you want to be like… I don't know boyfriends or something? Is that what they call it now days?"

"Boyfriend is fine," Zhongli chuckled. "Partner works as well."

"So do you?" He asked again, face prickling at the intensity of the heat in his cheeks.

"I would prefer you ask me these things over dinner rather than naked in my bathroom," the man said cooly.

Childe thought about drowning. He sank below the surface just a touch, bubbling dramatically.

"I'll order us something, you are probably hungry anyway."

He hasn't thought about it, but just the mention of food made his stomach protest. They'd pretty much skipped lunch and l he'd snoozed through normal dinnertime. "That sounds great."

"Li again or did you want something else?" A hand brushed his bangs from his again.

"Pizza."

"Pizza it is," Zhongli smiled.

The man left him to his own devices for a while, Childe cleaning himself properly and feeling the tension of his muscles relaxing as he floundered back to his favorite spot on the couch with the grace of a newborn giraffe with bad knees. Zhongli returned to him not long after, pressing a kiss to his hair.

The brunette would ask him blatantly over a slice of pizza right as he went to take a bite. "Childe, would you like to be my exclusive, official romantic partner?"

Leave it to Zhongli to ask the question in a complicated way. "I thought I was asking you."

"I became impatient."

"I already asked you!"

"I'm asking you properly," they huffed.

He scowled and chewed on his pizza, stuffing his mouth full of cheese and sauce with a minimal amount of toppings that hadn't slid off. He watched as the refined redhead followed suit, marveling at how even with this they looked gentlemanly.

"I asked first, you answer first," he insisted.

"As you wish, yes. I would greatly enjoy becoming your boyfriend."

He almost choked. Meeting amber eyes, he was prodded for an answer in kind though it was obvious. "Yeah, I will be your… whatever."

"Excellent," they chirped happily. "We will need to inform the security office tomorrow."

Right. That.
"Do we have to?"

"Yes," they said firmly. "Unless one of us intends to quit."

"No," another grumble of annoyance.

"But that is tomorrow or the day after, for now… I would like to enjoy your company and this pizza."

Childe couldn't help but laugh, lifting the slice into the air. "Cheers?"

They giggled, a bit boyishly as they tapped the tip of a slice to his. "Cheers."

Notes:

Hope you enjoyed the food.

Notes:

I'm leaving
I dont get paid overtime

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 5 of For Dummies! (Modern AUs)
• Part 7 of Sinful Intent: Smut Collection