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Zhongli couldn't sleep.

He turned his head to his bedside table, facing his alarm clock.

3:01 am

Zhongli's so fucking horny right now. That he. Couldn't. Sleep.

He's usually a put-together man. Asleep by 10 pm, awake by 6 am, rarely desires sex (before Childe came crashing into his life), top student in his college– classic Zhongli things. But who knew that his boyfriend screwing with him the entire day would make him horny at 3 in the morning?? Shouldn't he be tired???

Childe was a little more daring yesterday. Zhongli was no stranger to his boyfriend wanting to touch him in public, but he really went to town with what Zhongli permitted him to do.

In the morning, just before class, Childe dragged him to the men's washroom and fucked him limp. Zhongli barely made it for attendance, ignoring the weird looks at his messy get-up. Before lunch, he was dragged again to a secluded part of the campus behind the buildings and was taken against the wall by his carrot menace of a boyfriend. And after classes–

Childe had his club to take care of, so whatever debauched things he was going to do to him was (sadly) going to be supposedly put off, or maybe cut short, Zhongli thought.

Except Childe only left him with a short kiss and hug before he rushed off.

How unfair. Letting the anticipation build up within him only to not take responsibility. Zhongli has been fingering himself for the past hour and though it was pleasurable, he needed more– he needed something thick and hot filling him up–

Ah, what he'd do for his boyfriend's cock pounding him into the bed right now. Past Zhongli would've been mortified by present Zhongli's uncouthed thoughts, maybe Childe was a bad influence after all. He didn't really care.

And an idea struck.

He got out of his bed and turned on the lights. It was a Saturday, so Venti probably won't return from the club until morning– safe for him to continue with his plan. Rummaging around his wardrobe, Zhongli found Childe's shirt that he left a couple weeks ago and couldn't be bothered to pick up.

Zhongli gave it a deep sniff and undressed.

Hopefully Childe sees what he's planning first thing in the morning.

Childe couldn't sleep.

He picked up his phone from his bedside table and squinted at the brightness.

3:17 am

Childe sighed.

All he could think about was Zhongli. Zhongli, Zhongli, Zhongli. Zhongli next to him, Zhongli's smile, Zhongli's laughter, Zhongli's tangents, Zhongli's ass, Zhongli next to him but this time to his left, Zhongli leaning against him, Zhongli sucking his d–

It's 3 am shut up Ajax.

He didn't know why but the new student who transferred to one of the classes his boyfriend was in really got onto his nerves. More touches on Zhongli's arm than necessary, asking questions she already knew the answer to, very unsubtle date invitations, and so on.

And how does he know this? Because said student tries to get into his taken boyfriend's pants in front of said boyfriend's boyfriend!

That was why he felt the need to stake his claim. That Zhongli's his and he's Zhongli's. He made sure to leave extra hickeys above his boyfriend's shirt's collar for undisclosed "safety reasons". It was a shame he had to go to his club early because of some scheduling mistake, round two behind the trees would've been fun.

Since he got blueballed by his club, all he could think about was his boyfriend. All. Day.

If only Zhongli didn't need to cover for a colleague's night shift at the library. He could've had a certain amber-eyed beauty in his arms warming his bed right about now.

So Childe decided to finally sleep, hard dick and all, too tired to masturbate. All he wanted was his boyfriend's kisses dammit. Childe hugged his pillow– imagining Zhongli instead of a white rectangle was better for his mental health.

And his phone buzzed.

Broken out of his Zhongli trance, he sat up and glared at his innocent phone, because which dumbass piece of shit dares text him at–

[3:20 a.m.] Zhongli ❤: 2 Unread Messages

Because which lovely, beautiful person would text him at 3 in the morning? His dearest boyfriend of course. All anger was thrown out of the window as he giddily unlocked his phone like a schoolgirl getting a text from her crush.

Zhongli❤
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Come to my room when you wake up?

Childe could cry happy tears.

Zhongli❤
I hope I didn't wake you up, but Indeed I do.
Then I'll be waiting for my big strong boyfriend to arrive at my door and save me from my loneliness.
;)
Did I use that "emoticon" correctly?

Childe was getting out of his bed when he tapped on the image attachment and–

Needless to say, tripping and nearly hitting his head on the floor was justified because holy fuck.

Did Zhongli just send him. Nudes?

He picked up his phone again to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.

Oh Archons that's Zhongli alright. A very naked Zhongli wearing nothing but a shirt.

Wait.

That's–

That's his shirt.

That's His Shirt.

That's His–

His dick that softened at the image of a soft cuddle session quickly hardened faster than the speed of sound.

Childe scrutinized the holy image even more.

Zhongli was sitting on his bedroom floor facing the mirror. Legs crossed as they were lifted up to the side, showing the camera his pink hole with Childe's red shirt slipping from his shoulders.

He pinched himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming and hastily typed a reply.

On the other side, Zhongli was slightly disappointed at the lack of response. He exited his bedroom and opened the front door as per Childe's request.

No one?

Zhongli checked his phone again, about to message Childe when he heard rapid footsteps approaching his room. He looked up from his phone and–

Ah, there he is.

Childe. Running from the other end of the apartment floor to his door.

Zhongli's last rational thoughts were 'I hope he doesn't wake everyone up'.

A couple more moments later and Childe was hunched on his knees, heaving. Zhongli returned from his kitchen with a glass of water that Childe so very gracefully drank in one gulp. After he finished, Zhongli guided him inside and closed the door.

"Are you alright?" Zhongli asked, still wearing nothing but Childe's shirt.

"No." Childe was still catching his breath.

His tone shifted to worry. "Childe, if you're feeling unwell I think you should–"

Childe pinned Zhongli onto the door before he could finish and pressed his lips against the latter's. Zhongli was slightly taken aback but wrapped his arms around Childe's neck and reciprocated the kiss. After a couple more minutes, Childe finally parted and buried his head into the crook of Zhongli's neck.

"I'm the luckiest man alive." Childe left soft kisses on his beloved's collarbone and trailed his hand down to the other man's waist.

Zhongli moved his hand to Childe's hair and smoothed them out, leaving a kiss on the orange mess. "Are you alright? You said you weren't–"

"I'm not alright because my beautiful boyfriend is making my dick harder and harder with each passing second right now." Childe thrusted his hip forward for effect.

Oh. So Childe did react positively. Zhongli smiled and gave his boyfriend another kiss. He trailed his hand down to the huge tent on Childe's boxers and stroked the length through the fabric, whispering into his ear.

"Then allow me to take responsibility."

Not even a beat after he said that Zhongli was hoisted up Childe's shoulder and was carried much like a potato sack into his room. Childe was usually a gentle lover in bed, making sure he wasn't hurting his boyfriend and was only rough by Zhongli's request (or on particularly horny days, though Zhongli loves his boyfriend all the same).

But he really doesn't understand why Childe's been going rough on him in the past week. Not that he doesn't enjoy it.

Childe finally reached Zhongli's bedroom after several wide strides and an almost broken door knob. He slammed the door with his foot and gently placed Zhongli on the bed, getting off of him for a few moments to take off his clothes.

But Zhongli was already ten steps ahead of him. The short seconds he wasn't on the bed Zhongli popped out his lube from under the pillow and was hungrily staring at the hard length just an arm's reach away from him. Childe took the hint, of course. He quickly got on top of Zhongli and pressed their lips together. Their tongues intertwined as both men left lingering touches on their bodies, soft groans filling up the once silent room.

Hooking up one leg on his shoulder, Childe separated from his boyfriend and grabbed the bottle of lube from Zhongli's hand. He squeezed a generous amount on his fingers and was about to loosen his boyfriend up when a pair of hands stopped him.

"I've already... prepared myself..." Zhongli turned to lie on his stomach and spread his pink hole with his fingers, "...so fuck me raw, Ajax~"

Holy shit.

Zhongli's not going to be able to walk right for a few days that's for sure.

He threw the bottle onto the floor and pumped his shaft with the lube. Childe was quiet, but Zhongli could see the pure lust and hunger in his desperate eyes. To add fuel to the fire, Zhongli decided to move his hips in circles, a silent plea for a certain Ajax's thick length to plug up his hole and breed him full of virile seed.

If Childe were a weaker man he would've came right then and there. Their university's nigh untouchable part-time librarian spreading his asshole like a slut? The gap moe could kill him and he'd thank it. The cherry on top was Zhongli's illegally slim waist that spread into his wide child-bearing hips and his plump, and Childe means plump ass that's practically begging to be fucked.

But Childe is still a weak man to his boyfriend so he seized the teasing hips and lined up his already leaking cock on the entrance. Inserting the tip, he leaned down, leaving a kiss on Zhongli's earlobe–

–and fully bottomed out.

"Aja–x!♡"

Childe left him no time to adjust, quickly thrusting deep and hard into Zhongli's tight heat. No matter how many times they've had sex Childe will always love every second of it. How sometimes Zhongli would leave scratches on his back, bite marks on his shoulders, or not let him leave the bed until he gets his cuddle fix– Childe loves them all.

Now, even with what they've done yesterday and Zhongli's "prep", his boyfriend is still as tight as ever–

Zhongli's prep?

Hm.

Childe wrapped his arms around Zhongli's waist and forced them both to sit up as he thrusted up with more force, reaching deeper into his lover.

"AH–!♡ Ha–♡  Aj–ax~♡ Sho de–ep~♡"

"You said you prepared yourself already? Tell me more, dear~" Childe slowed down his thrusts, "What was my insatiable boyfriend doing before this?"

Zhongli whined. His lover is such a tease– all Zhongli wants is dick right now and his only access to it is driving him mad–

"Aj–Ajax–♡ Faster~♡ Mmh–♡" He tried his best to bounce on the girthy length himself but Childe's grip on him was tight, bound to leave bruises for a few days.

Trust Childe when he says that all he wanted to do right now was to rail his boyfriend into the bed until next week, but good lord the sight of Zhongli begging and crying in pleasure would be worth it after this.

He whispered into Zhongli's ear. "I'll stop and go back to my room if you don't tell me, baby," Like hell he's doing that, "–so be a good boy hm?"

And there goes Zhongli's last shred of pride.

"Mmh– I was– pleasuring myself–"

"You're not being very specific~" Childe slowly lifted Zhongli off his dick.

"With my! Fingers–! I like to think of– of you– whenever I– fuck myself–! Ajax~ Fuck me pl– please?" Zhongli turned his head and on his face was a dopey smile and Childe swore be saw hearts in his eyes.

Zhongli really turns into a different person during sex.

He supposes a reward is due.

Zhongli was immediately pushed down onto Childe's awaiting length, the latter leaving several bite marks on his shoulder.

"AHN–♡ Ye–s!♡ Ajax–♡"

"Was yesterday– not enough for you? That you had to touch yourself again? Even sending me nudes– my boyfriend is such a slut~"

"Yes!♡ Yes~! I need–♡ your th-thick cock!♡ To bre~ed me more~♡" What is shame? Dignity? Right now Zhongli only wants his boyfriend's dick.

Childe just chuckled and started trailing his fingers to Zhongli's nipples as he snapped his hips faster. It was only light touches at first, until Childe started to pinch and flick the cute nubs to each of his deep thrusts.

Oh– Zhongli's moans were to die for.

"Ha–hn!♡ Mor– more!♡" With Childe no longer restraining him, Zhongli took leverage on his boyfriend's thighs and pounded his own hole like his life depended on it, his own cock bouncing up and down uselessly.

To Zhongli, it was heaven– pure bliss whenever Childe's cock hit his prostate just right and reach so deep inside of him he moans like he's announcing to the entire building he's getting dick. His eyes were rolled upwards, drool from the side of his mouth, moans fucked out of him with each thrust– the image of a well-mannered student gone, replaced by a cock-hungry slut.

Well to Childe, he really never expected Zhongli to turn out like this– he really had him fooled. The first time he had sex with the brown-haired beauty Childe had thought that he'd be met with pleas to go gentle, to go slow (he'd be more than happy to, of course, anything for his partner), but what a welcomed surprise his current Zhongli is.

He decides that he'll try something tonight.

Childe moved his hand under Zhongli's thighs and lifted them up.

"Aj– Ngh–!♡ Wha–♡"

"Hold on tight, Zhongli~"

After adjusting his grip, he got off the bed, not stopping his abuse on Zhongli's sweet spot with each slow step as he walked. Zhongli's trembling arms were holding onto his neck as tightly as he could with all the stimulation. Lost in pleasure, he hadn't realized that Childe had stopped in front of his standing mirror.

"Ah... This way you can see yourself– Honey, look at your pussy~ So eager to take my cock–"

Zhongli was still dazed but he could still see himself in the mirror– asshole stretching out to accomodate his boyfriend's length, love marks all over his neck, puffy lips and nipples perking out– the pure definition of a debauched whore.

And he loves it. Because it's Childe doing this to him that he loves it.

Meanwhile, Childe who had slowed down his thrusts to let Zhongli take in the view started picking up the pace, hitting deeper and deeper with their current position.

"Ajax–!♡ Cum–cum~ming–!!♡ Ah–n–♡ Mmh!♡"

"Me too– Take my seed, Zhongli– Make sure they take–"

Zhongli was close. He turned his head to face Childe, "Kiss–♡ Ngh– Ajax~♡ Kiss m–♡"

Childe knows it wasn't the time but holy shit did Zhongli look so cute begging like that. He pressed their lips together and sheathed his cock fully into Zhongli– releasing deep inside as the latter came onto his own stomach.

Childe's knees damn near gave up so he sat down in front of the mirror, letting Zhongli lean against him as they both collected themselves.

"Zh– Zhongli– You okay?" He sat up straight and looked at Zhongli through the mirror, a blissfully fucked out expression on him.

Zhongli snuggled closer to Childe. "Mn... Mhm..." 

Childe's heart melted. Is this amount of cuteness contained in one person healthy? He wants to squeeze him so bad it hurts. "I'll clean up. Go to sleep, princess." He patted Zhongli's hair soothingly.

"No... Cuddle– Now..." Zhongli snuggled up closer and pressed his cheeks against Childe's chest.

Childe's brain short-circuited. He better comply now or Zhongli might pass out if he asks for another round after this. He slowly pulled out and carried Zhongli bridal-style back to the bed. Gently laying him down, Childe joined next to him and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's waist, letting Zhongli snuggle into his chest.

"G'night... Ajax..."

"Nighty night, love." And Childe pecks him on the forehead.

They fell asleep peacefully, content in each other's embrace.

Except for Childe. His words said in the heat of passion coming back to hit him like a truck.

By the time the sun was fully out–

The bedroom door was slammed open.

"Zhongliii! D'you have some–"

...

A still hungover Venti stood in silence at the sight.

Childe blearily sat up from the mess of blankets and sheets and rubbed his eyes.

Zhongli was still sleeping.

And the door was slowly closed.

A couple more seconds later, Zhongli slowly rubbed his eyes awake, yet still lying down under the blankets, hiding from the sun. " 'Jax.. Wh's that..."

"Nothing dear, let's go back to sleep." Childe laid back down and tucked Zhongli into his meaty chest, shielding him from the sunlight.

Venti crashed at Aether's place for the day.