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Diluc sighs.
Tonight was a busy night at Angel’s Share with the many patrons that walked in. Many walked in with smiles and left staggering on their feet, having to be walked out by one or two people. Diluc would cut them off if he knows that they’ve had enough to drink for the night – having to deal with the protests of them before eventually, they were gone and soon more people came in to fill their spots.
Intoxicated customers were obnoxious; holding their glasses high in the air as they let out boisterous laughs and cheers. Diluc fights to keep himself stood behind the counter and do his job instead of worrying about their volume.
His only tolerable customer was sat in front of him. Zhongli had his eyes locked on his own glass of wine, twirling the glass to watch the wine red liquid swirl inside of the glass. Diluc feels very relaxed with him here tonight.
“As expected, your wine is always tasteful each time I visit. It’s no wonder your name is famous across many nations.” Zhongli spoke up. His voice was nice to listen to – the soft vibration in his chest and how he chose to use his words. Taking another sip of his wine, his fingers holding the glass delicately.
The corner of his lips quirk up, a small smile grazing his face. “What kind of bartender would I be if it wasn’t?” He scoffs, picking up a glass to start his polishing.
Zhongli hums, tipping his head back to finish off the last of his glass. The bartender holds his breath, watching the bob of his adam’s apple as he swallows. He immediately tears his gaze away before the brunet could see, his eyes glued to the cup in hand. He silently prays that he didn’t glow red with how hot his face feels.
“Would you like a refill or are you through for the night?”
“I’m satisfied with one glass for tonight. Thank you.”
Red eyes finally look back at the golden ones that were already pinned onto him. He deliberately ignores the way his heart jumps. “Did you bring mora to cover for tonight’s serving?”
The brunet pats at his pockets, his features falling after a while and a soft exhale escaping his parted lips. Sometimes Diluc wonders when the day will come, the older man bringing his money, that is. And as much as he wants to be ticked off at him, he can’t help the way his chest warms when a small frown displays onto his features. Archons above he was in love with this man.
“Ah, it seems I’ve forgotten it. My apologies, Diluc.” He rests his cheek in his palm, elbow rested onto the bar counter as he gazes up at the red head. The bartender places the polished glass back into the cabinet with a sigh.
“I figured as much. You should really have someone remind you to keep a bag of mora on you when you go out, you know.” He replies, reaching under the cabinet to grab at a cloth, laying it over his arm before knocking it shut with a soft tap of his foot.
“Do not worry. I intend to remunerate you fairly for the glass of wine tonight. Such work shouldn’t go unappreciated.”
The way he says it sends a shiver up his spine, goosebumps beginning to form on his arms. He looks back over at him, schooling his expression when he catches the way his lips upturn into a smile. But this one was different from his kind expression – Diluc can’t quite think of the right word that comes to mind.
All he knows is that it had a meaning behind it.
Slowly, he nods his head and goes back to polishing the other glasses as closing time nears. Zhongli staying by his side the entire time.
When closing time comes, Diluc immediately starts to brush out the patrons. Most were flat out drunk and unable to use their own two legs while some were able to manage, small wobbles in their step but other than that they were fine.
He praises Charles for his work that night as well, sending him home after confirming that he’d stay back to clean up what was left.
It was quiet as Diluc had begun to work, making his way upstairs to clean the top floor first. A bucket full of water with him as he begun to wipe down tables in peace. He finished rather quickly considering there wasn’t that many people up here to begin with (they usually crowded at the first floor), standing up from where he was crouched and making his way downstairs to finish up there too. To his surprise, the tables were clean. Not a single stain in sight.
“I figured you could use a bit of help to speed up the process.”
He yelps – curse his voice for producing such a sound – and turns around to where he was met with Zhongli’s honey colored eyes. The chuckle that he releases at the red head has him reddening with embarrassment, a hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Apologies if I scared you.”
“I was only startled. I didn’t think you’d still be here.” He exhales, his shoulders dropping with relaxation. Turning on his heels to make his way to the storage room to rid the bucket of the water. He takes note of how Zhongli just follows him with no intention of leaving after offering him help. Not that he needed it but he was silently grateful that he could head home faster.
He was stopped when he felt a firm hand on his waist, his breath hitching as warmth traveled up his back. Diluc’s grip on the handle tightens when he feels his hand move to wrap his whole arm around his middle. Zhongli closing their proximity with his front pressed against Diluc’s back.
“I still haven’t repaid you for my drink this evening.” Diluc can hear his heart beat in his ears when his voice travels to his ear. The way he said it.. Zhongli made it sound provocative. His voice calm but humid against the shell of his ear, it doesn’t help that he was pressed onto him either. It felt intimate. Extremely.
Diluc licks at his lips that had gone dry. “But you told me you didn’t have mora on you.” Why are you so close! This isn’t good for me!
Zhongli chuckles and it takes every muscle in Diluc’s body to not clench his thighs together, his cheeks heating when his other hand comes to tip his chin up. Turning his head for the red head to stare directly at him, a smirk on his face.
“I never said I’d pay you back with mora.”
Oh fuck.
Diluc clamps a hand over his mouth to stifle a moan, his eyes brimming with tears and his face flushed as he stands with his back to the wall, hips jutted out. He whimpers at the brunet squatted down to the floor, his serpent-like tongue plunging into his hole, his lips wrapped around his throbbing clit.
His other hand grips at chestnut strands, grinding his hips down onto his tongue with a mewl. His thighs shake under his weight when he laps at the sensitivity, his head leaning back onto the wall he was against. Zhongli was a man that lived many years, of course he would have more experience than him so he shouldn’t have been surprised by how good he was with his tongue. But he can’t help it, his knees wobbling as his tongue flicks inside of him.
“Z-Zhongli–!!” Diluc gasps into his fist, more of his wetness trickling down his leg, the brunet holding him tight on his hips.
The man in question hums, the vibration traveling to his arousal and up his spine. His back arching as he moves his hand from his head and over to his shoulder, gripping hard at his coat, the tips of his fingers scorched into the fabric.
He looks down at the man, whining when he’s met with golden eyes that mimicked a smile with the way they curved. And then he’s choking on a moan when he feels the tongue press hard against his bundle of nerves.
Diluc wonders how they got to this point. He hadn’t thought it would escalate this far but he feels pretty dumb now that he realizes that it would’ve obviously gotten this far when Zhongli’s hands were all over him when they reached the room, his tongue long past his lips and invading his wet cavern.
Barbatos bless his foolish thoughts.
When Zhongli pulls away, he makes a show of lapping up the juices around his mouth, the tip of his split tongue flicking with the movement. Diluc fucking groans into his palm, legs quivering and slipping under him as he struggles to keep himself up.
“You taste so divine.” He spoke, leaning forward again to press the flat of his tongue onto his folds with a groan. His fingers digging into Diluc’s hip bones.
“Oh fuck– don’t just say stuff like that.” His chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath; heart hammering against his chest so loud he could hear it in his ears. Diluc squeezes his eyes shut, small trickles of tears rolling down his burning cheeks, when Zhongli’s lips close around his clit and sucks. Hard.
A moan is ripped out of his throat, more of his wet arousal coating the brunet’s tongue. Celestia above he might actually cum from being eaten out.
“I’m only saying the truth, love.” He laughs.
Fuck him and that stupid fucking pet name that drives him crazy. And Gods his laugh.
“Zhongli please,” Diluc wishes they were near an area he could stabilize himself on. With every press of his tongue onto his clit, he feels he might collapse onto the floor with a cry. “My legs, I can’t..”
“I’ve got you. Just focus on me.. there you go.” Diluc whimpers as he opens his eyes, his world swaying and spotty before he gains his vision back, staring down at the brunet. Zhongli smiles up at him and kisses at his thigh. “Good boy.”
He can feel heat pool in his navel from the praise, clenching around nothing as he moves his hands away from his mouth now knowing that his attempts at keeping quiet were futile. “Please.. I’m so close, please.” He pleads, his scarlet eyes twinkling with tears as he gazes down at the other.
Zhongli purrs from where he’s situated, moving one of his hands to hook under the knee of his left leg, lifting the limb to gain more access to plunge his tongue further into his sopping wet hole. Diluc immediately grips at his hair, hips twitching and walls fluttering when the older groans, digging his face deeper between his legs. His eyes roll back to his skull, drool dripping from the corners of his mouth.
The salacious sounds of the wet squelch from his cunt has his brain melting with each press against his g-spot. It was harder trying to keep himself stood up now that he was using one leg, but the simple thought that Zhongli was tongue deep into him has Diluc forgetting about that. He thinks his heart might pop out of his chest with how rapid it was beating. His shirt suddenly felt so tight on him, clinging to his skin.
The brunet bats his eyes open, looking up at the red head that quivered and moaned above him. His perverted mind couldn’t help but wonder what he would look like under him, writhing and crying onto the sheets with his cock buried deep into his pulsing cunt. It was enough to make his cock jump in his pants, groaning as he drags his tongue up from his labia and up to his sensitive clit.
“–!! Zho!” He cries out. Zhongli hums and leans away, the hand on his hip coming down to push his fingers into his dripping wet opening. “Oh Gods..”
“You going to cum?”
“Yes.” He groans, fingers gripping onto his hair, rolling his hips down onto his fingers. When the pad of his fingers press at his cluster of nerves, he knows he might just cum any second.
Zhongli smiles up at him, already closing his lips around the obscene mess of his clit, flicking the tip of his tongue onto the throbbing meat while he continues to fuck him open with his fingers.
A shaky moan exhales from the red head, releasing higher notes from his throat with every suck to his clit and drag of his fingers against his walls. He didn’t think this was supposed to feel incredibly good — getting his cunt eaten and fingers fucking him into oblivion. In truth, he thought most people exaggerated about how it felt. But he wasn’t a stranger to fingering since he needed a bit of relief himself.
But now he gets what they mean. It feels like fucking heaven and Diluc might just get addicted to it. And Zhongli’s fingers were slightly longer than his, they reached deeper than his own could travel without cramping his wrist. The added stimulation to his sensitive bud was enough to have him convulsing.
“Cumming–!!” His eyes squeeze shut as his juices gush into the older’s mouth, sobbing as his fingers continue to pump into him, his toes curling as his orgasm continues to wash over him.
Zhongli was quick to plant his mouth onto his cunt, swallowing down everything he released earnestly. His fingers coming to a slow stop before they retreated from his opening, a string of his slick clinging to them until it broke from the far distance. He pulls back with a satisfied grin, gathering any that slipped down his chin and cleaning the mess off his fingers with his tongue.
“Archons, you are dirty..” Diluc wheezes, having seen the whole thing. Zhongli looks up at the red head with a triumph smile, moving to stand up, letting Diluc finally drop his leg to the floor.
“You loved it.” He laughed, placing his hand onto his hips and pressing a kiss onto his lips. Diluc accepts it with a sigh before leaning his forward onto his chest.
“You kissed me with the same mouth that just ate me out.”
He’s laughing again. “I think you’ll be fine.” He hums, tilting his head back up to kiss down his jaw and his jugular, the flat of his – now normal – tongue pressing onto his flesh. He pulls him closer to his front, groaning when his erection brushes against his thigh.
Diluc feels his throat go dry, his hand gripping at the older’s biceps. Zhongli got hard from eating him out. From having his tongue up his goddamn cunt. Archons forgive him for how turned on that made him; reaching down to palm at his crotch to add to the stimulation, whimpering when he bites down onto his skin. Not enough to bleed but enough to leave his teeth indented into the flesh.
“Let me help you with this. It’s only fair that I do.” He cards his fingers through chestnut hair, biting at the lobe of his ear. Zhongli hums, his hands moving to his thighs and hoisting him up, walking them over to a crate.
He lays him down onto the hard crate, holding both of legs in one arm — his other hand working to free his leaking erection. Diluc’s heart jumps in his chest, his mind wandering to places they shouldn’t but no one could blame him at a time like this. Was he about to get fucked in his own tavern? He prays to celestia and above.
His thighs clench when he feels something slide in between, looking down to see the head of his cock peeking from the front. He fucking moans, his shaft adding stimulation to his sensitive clit.
Zhongli looks down at him with a sharp smile. “I’ll properly fuck you exactly like this in the comfort of your own home another time. So please, wait for me.”
Jesus fuck he will. He nods his head enthusiastically, his head falling back as he begins to fuck into his thighs like his life depended on it. If he has to wait weeks upon weeks for that time to come where he’s fucked just like this, he’ll absolutely wait for him. He doesn’t care if impatience has him at a chokehold, he’ll endure it.
Zhongli throws his head back as he snaps his hips forward, the wetness of Diluc’s thighs acting as lubricant for his cock, the slide becoming a hell lot easier for him. His hand grips hard at his thigh, red blemishing in the areas his fingers were pressed into.
“Fuck, Diluc..” He moans out, tipping his head back down to stare down at the scarlet red man under him. This was as close as he could get to his imagination coming true: Diluc trembling under him as he still hadn’t come down from his own high. He looks so breathtaking like this. He was already aroused from when he had him cum on his tongue so it was no surprise that he felt the warmth in his navel come a lot quicker to him than he wanted.
He has no doubt that he was equally red in the face with how hot he felt, slamming his hips into the back of his thighs, his orgasm approaching fast. Diluc bit at his knuckles as he feels his wetness start to drip down, his muscles flexing as he cums again. Holy fuck this felt a lot better than he thought.
The sight alone was enough to have Zhongli surge forward one more time before he was tainting his thighs and blouse with his cum, shuddering above him and giving small thrusts to milk the rest out of him.
The room was filled with heavy breathing and small moans from the aftermath of it all. Diluc throws a hand over his eyes as his chest heaves, desperately inhaling for oxygen and exhaling just as fast.
After this, he knows that his own fingers won’t be enough to wring out an orgasm like this when he’s alone.
He was already beginning to get impatient for that day to come.