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[ Chili one-shots ]

[ Childe's eyes soften at that declaration. It's not that he had thought it would be one sided, of course, but for Zhongli to be so honest about his feelings... Childe is grateful, even if he knows it's probably also because Zhongli can't remember. Would it be too much to convince himself that Zhongli would still feel the same way, though, even if he had his memories and merely would never say it? He wants desperately to not ever feel some sort of doubt that letting this happen is an indirect way of coercing Zhongli into something he normally wouldn't want.

If only there was a way to tell for sure.

(But Zhongli touches him like Childe would think he would only from years of feelings rather than something that developed only over the months they've since been together. Even if it was only realized during that time, that could mean something was there even when Zhongli remembered everything, even if he would have never acted on it or hinted to it. Zhongli seems really happy and Childe is happy, too, so really... it's okay, isn't it? To not have to worry he's taking advantage of the other somehow.)

Despite his thoughts, he doesn't show much in terms of hesitation to react and return the affectionate touches continuing. He will speak quietly though, murmuring his words against the soft skin at the other's neck. ]

I will savor this as it will definitely be nothing short of perfect. [ his fingers move over nipples to pin and tear these them. His last words are heated and wet before he ultimately goes to kiss and lick the length of the consultant's pretty neck. ]

Just like you.

[ It's impossible to say where Zhongli would be right now had the erosion not taken hold. Would he still be in Liyue, quietly reminiscing over the one rascal of Snezhnaya who came as a means to an end but ending up being so much more? Would his own insecurities keep him from reaching out, content with the safety of his memories rather the possibilities of a rejection? Not even as a lover but just for the friendship that the two of them had shared. For Zhongli did fondly think of the Harbinger well after he left Liyue. Enough that those memories were the ones that remained while so many others crumbled away.

So it's easy to touch Childe like he's been wanting to for years. The body remembers what the mind cannot. And Zhongli's hands remember reaching for Childe's to correct how he held his chopsticks. His eyes remember following Childe, a blur of chaos and laughter, as he reveled in all that was Liyue. His mouth remembers struggling to form the words of an apology that was long overdue.

Those same hands fist deeper into the thick fabric of Childe's clothes as Childe touches him in ways he hadn't even dreamed of being touched. His eyes fall half-lidden and his mouth exhales a sound that is somehow shaky and needy and reverent all in one. The touch, the sights, the sounds— everything crystallizing into clear vibrant memories to take the place of that which was lost.

All while Zhongli is unaware just why this feels so so right. Why it feels like a part of him that was gaping open and bleeding is now given a chance to heal. ]

Childe—

Embarrassing.

You're. so. embarrassing.

[ Zhongli tips his head back to give Childe more of his neck to lavish attention on. Fingers fumble with the front of his coat so that he can touch Childe, too, in the same way that he's being touched. That would be fair. Fair. Fair. All things should be fair. ]

If it's you—

If it's you, Childe. It's already perfect.

[ The airy laugh is adoring in crystal clarity, but there is no real point at which it stops and something else begins to take its place. It's all soft and sincere and gentle and realin a way being around Childe and whatnot never usually is—or, at least if Zhongli remembered such things. Not that it matters, for ultimately the one thing that can be taken away from the harbinger's actions is that whatever has been and was between them pales in comparisonp he to what is between them right now. Childe is serious and sincere in a way that is only for Zhongli, and no words are necessary to convey how exclusive this is to Zhongli and Zhongli only. ]

I've always liked your idea of perfect, if I'm honest. [ his voice is sweet as it tickles up against the shell of the consultant's ear even as his hands continue to explore and spoil. He takes time to make this sensual and meaningful, but he's also well aware they are pressed for time accepting to the finger they were trying to assist with earlier.

(It's still plenty enough time to pamper Zhongli, to make him feel pleasure to new heights, and to absolutely demonstrate just how much it means. By the time he gets between the others legs, he's having to exercise some control in continuing the pace he intended. He won't mess this up by jumping the gun.

He can't. )

A gentle hum escapes his lips, tracing along the others's inner thighs where it would be most sensitive to a foreign touch to draw out enticement for the next step without touching anywhere truly capable of producing that pleasure.. ]

I think it's safe to say that only your opinion matters, so if you feel that way... then I'm glad. Do you think you might want to direct me on where to touch you next?

[ A bright flush creeps up Zhongli's cheeks at Childe's words, warmed by the care and attention that he has been so carefully receiving. Perhaps if he was just a funeral parlor consultant, he would have been too embarrassed to ask for something so directly. Or perhaps with his exacting standards, he would have known exactly how he wanted this to play out according to theories he had read or scholars he had listened to.

Zhongli — however — does none of those things as one hand slips between them to catch the hand teasing his inner thighs. He laces their fingers together, holding Childe tight as he moves their joined hands right to his heated core with is already at attention with arousal even through the remaining layers of their clothing. A slightly uncomfortable sensation if not for the wealth of pleasure the rest of him was feeling.

His eyes never look away from Childe's, deep and fond like one willingly drowning in the depths of a merman's song: ]

Here.

I don't want to have to wait for you any longer.

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