( it's a deliberate challenge where anyone else would politely recoil and deescalate so as not to feed the flickering spark that spreads to everything like dry rot. but zhongli is a god made mostly human, not bound by pitiful mortal fears, and childe is a rogue wave licking up the shores of a boy, blue-eyed and freckled, all summertime sweetness under an umbrella of black thundercloud. he yields to the solid press of zhongli's body, his hands heavy where they touch him, like it's an inevitability, and chases his own airy laugh into zhongli's soft mouth with a stroke of his tongue.
he could stay here longer, leeching off zhongli's heat. kissing him, slow and exploratory. touching him more, until he's gorged on his skin and tongue and body, until he can taste him in his sleep. )
I'll give you worse when you stop holding back.
( childe steps away, a receding tide of tightly coiled energy. he gives a dismissive twirl of two fingers, and a small wave arcs from the floor, foamy water rolling around the blockade of zhongli's boots, over the edges of the pillar, washing everything left behind away. the polearm still struck in the ground is hauled loose in a single gripping tug, then flipped down, spearpoint gleaming against zhongli's throat.
after a second, he retracts the blade and lifts it again, extended toward zhongli in silent offering. )
Shall we leave before the Millelith come knocking?
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he could stay here longer, leeching off zhongli's heat. kissing him, slow and exploratory. touching him more, until he's gorged on his skin and tongue and body, until he can taste him in his sleep. )
I'll give you worse when you stop holding back.
( childe steps away, a receding tide of tightly coiled energy. he gives a dismissive twirl of two fingers, and a small wave arcs from the floor, foamy water rolling around the blockade of zhongli's boots, over the edges of the pillar, washing everything left behind away. the polearm still struck in the ground is hauled loose in a single gripping tug, then flipped down, spearpoint gleaming against zhongli's throat.
after a second, he retracts the blade and lifts it again, extended toward zhongli in silent offering. )
Shall we leave before the Millelith come knocking?