No, not ye- if youād like to, Xiansheng. Iām certainly not going to say no to your cooking. But⦠if weāre going to do all that, then maybe we should skate first. I can help you work up an appetite to match mine.
[ holds his hand out for the fork. ] Fine~ youāve twisted my arm. [ not really. he enjoys sweets, so spoiling his appetite, even just a little, is a-ok. ] Letās have a taste!
...sounds about right. I wonder if the cake will taste better than you do, Xiansheng. [ steals another quick kiss and then opens his mouth for the cake bite. ]
I can't help it, Xiansheng. It just comes as a result of people so happy... and I feel most happy around you. [ licks his lips clean of any space frosting once he's eaten the piece of cake. ]
[ childe smirks. ] Oho, so you'd like to fight to spoil me. Do you think I'd turn down a chance to go toe to toe with you, ..? [ captures the wrist that's holding the fork and brings it close so he can kiss it. ]
I have to admit I am curious about what sort of things you have in store for me, but if I have to fight you in some manner to get them, then letās get started-!
[ his eyes follow the cake, since heās a little sad he only got a single bit, but itās not like he canāt have some more later. he smiles when zhongli takes his wrists, gaze dropping to them. ] Going to take me somewhere, Xiansheng?
[ the surprised noise he makes is muffled in the kiss, a bit of resistance to be had as zhongli pins him against the kitchen cabinets. ] A bit presumptuous, eh, Xiansheng. Just what do you think I enjoy, hm~ [ the smile on his face says zhongli is right, but childe is definitely playing coy. ]
[ childe shudders, shifting to and fro and then oh~so~subtly pressing into zhongli. ] Me? Do you think you'll be able to conquer me? Perhaps I'll conquer you.
Z- Zho- [ his face blooms with color as zhongli crowds his space and he can't help but groan into his mouth as they share the kiss. ] No fair. [ murmured against his lips. childe tilts his head to initiate the kiss this time, hands coming to rest on zhongli's hips as he holds him in place to grind more pointedly into him. ]
[ shit. he thought the distraction would be enough to let him get the upper hand, but nope. ]
You are making me feel good. [ still trying to force more contact by twisting his hips at zhongli. ] But Iām listening, Xiansheng, tell me what sort of things you have in mind.
[ Childe's birthday celebration suddenly becomes a weekend adventure because the two of them keep getting "distracted".
Zhongli's eyebrow raises in interest. ]
Oh?
Well. If that's what you want.
[ (As if he didn't want it, too.)
Zhongli slips the tie from around his neck and carefully weaves it around Childe's wrists behind his back. It's too short to do anything but keep his wrists bound (something to think about later), but he seems pleased enough with their lack of mobility.
He glides his fingertips along Childe's palms when he's done. ]
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Might I also cook for you this evening - as part of your gift.
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And he holds it up to Childe's mouth. ]
I do believe I was offered the opportunity to feed it to you.
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Always the endless flattery with you.
[ Though Zhongli's smile indicates it's not unwelcome. ]
But Ajax.
Today is your special day so please allow me to do the spoiling. Even if I have to fight you for it.
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[ childe smirks. ] Oho, so you'd like to fight to spoil me. Do you think I'd turn down a chance to go toe to toe with you, ..? [ captures the wrist that's holding the fork and brings it close so he can kiss it. ]
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Zhongli leans forward to kiss his forehead. ]
You're enthusiasm is endearing.
And quite cute in this situation. But I will allow the challenge if it pleases you so.
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And then reaches to take both of Childe's wrists in his hands. ]
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But before that---
I recall there was something else you enjoyed.
[ And he brings Childe's wrists up above his head to pin against the kitchen cabinets before leaning in close for a rough and messy kiss. ]
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[ And he leans in to nip at one earlobe, breath ghosting over the shell of his ear. ]
Even if you might be said conquest.
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[ And he very unsubtly presses back against Childe, pinning his hips to the counter with his own and sliding one leg between his thighs. ]
Shall we see who is the victor?
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Huh, oh, ah, yeah, of course!
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Zhongli crowds in Childe's space even more until they are flush up against each other from ankle to chest.
And then he dips in himself for a kiss. ]
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And his lips curve up in a smile. ]
No, I suppose I'm not being fair. Please indulge me.
I wish only to make you feel good.
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You are making me feel good. [ still trying to force more contact by twisting his hips at zhongli. ] But Iām listening, Xiansheng, tell me what sort of things you have in mind.
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I want to pleasure you while you keep your hands here.
[ A light squeeze to Childe's wrist. ]
And then we shall have cake and ice skate just as you wish. And after that, I will tend to your needs for the rest of your birthday.
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[ does he expect him to be able to do either of those things competently after zhongliās sucked him off or whatever heās got planned?! ]
Bind them together. Youāre the only one I wouldnāt mind trying that kind of thing with. [ bondage, that is. ]
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Zhongli's eyebrow raises in interest. ]
Oh?
Well. If that's what you want.
[ (As if he didn't want it, too.)
Zhongli slips the tie from around his neck and carefully weaves it around Childe's wrists behind his back. It's too short to do anything but keep his wrists bound (something to think about later), but he seems pleased enough with their lack of mobility.
He glides his fingertips along Childe's palms when he's done. ]
Something like this?
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