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[ Chili one-shots ]

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[vapour]

[ 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?

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[ 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.