Mafia AU

[misfittoys]

[ A tale of two people leading double-lives and the inevitable misunderstandings that follow ]

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[misfittoys]

[ The look that Childe returns is one of a deer caught in the headlights. One, because that wasn't the problem here at all. Not in the slightest. And two, if he even indulged in any stray thoughts about how Zhongli could tempt him even more, the Vanguard might melt away on the spot — vanquished by his own desire and embarrassment. ]

Oh no. No no no. You can't think like that, xiansheng. You've been very tempting. Unbearably tempting. You're so smart and hot and fun and clever and—

[ (Did he mention hot?)

Childe's voice trails off then, cheeks pink on how he sounds like a teenager with their first crush babbling nonsense as soon as they had overcome their nerves. Because while all the compliments were true, there should be a certain charm in how they are given. A charm that Childe thought he was capable of until just that small hint of a smile from Zhongli caused his whole everything to short-circuit.

Archons, he wants to kiss him again.

And so he does. Sort of. Childe's free hand finds the nape of Zhongli's neck and holds him there, a little too unforgiving to be just a supportive touch as he presses his lips against Zhongli. He wants to press deeper, teases at it with a press of teeth that is not quite a nip to Zhongli's bottom lip. Wasn't this just another escalation in their game of attraction? Just another challenge for Childe to meet, or no— surpass.

But Tartgalia is disciplined (somewhat) and the majority of Childe's knowledge about romantic endeavors came from Tonia, which always boiled down to treating one's partner right.

So the words that spill out are messy, rushed, and almost entirely unused to falling from his lips: ]

You have to tell me when to stop, mmmkay? S'not my strong point.