Zhongli pushed childe against the wall roughly, his hands planted firmly on his chest. He looked down into his bright azure eyes with his own glowing amber ones, a provocative smile on his lips as he leaned down closer to him. "You really think you can take me? You are but a mere mortal, Childe." He whispered lowly, his hot breath fanning across Childe's face. It smelled like mint.

They were in Childe's bedroom, the atmosphere tense with an unspoken desire. The window was open, the strong wind blowing the curtains like a wild horse. However, the coolness of the wind did not extinguish the flame burning bright between the two men.

"Ah, Childe... you really are as irresistible as ever." Zhongli growled as he bit down gently on the flesh between his thumb and index finger, drawing blood. Then, with one swift movement, he pressed their lips together roughly. His tongue slid easily into Childe's mouth, dueling for dominance against Childe's own, more than eager to taste him fully.

As their tongues entwined in a hungry dance, Zhongli's hands slid down Childe's chest, over his abdomen and to his belt. With gentle yet insistent fingers, he began to undo the clasps. Once it was loose enough, he tugged at the fabric of his trousers, pulling them and Childe's undergarment down in one swift motion, revealing the erection that had been growing steadily since they met eyes across the room.

A groan escaped Childe as he felt himself freed from confinement, allowing him to thrust his hips forward. "Zhongli... please..." He arched into the touch, needy and desperate for release.

The feel of Childe's flesh beneath his fingertips was enough to drive Zhongli wild with desire. He wrapped his hand around the warm length of him, gripping firmly as he began to stroke. The moans and pleas from Childe spurred him on, filling him with a possessive lust that made it impossible for him to hold back any longer.

With a growl, he bent down and took one of Childe's nipples between his teeth, sucking hard while still pumping his fist up and down the younger man's shaft in an unrelenting rhythm. "You want this?" He husked roughly against his skin. "You want my touch?"

Childe cried out, arching further into Zhongli's grasp as the pleasure consumed him. His hips bucked wildly against the strong hand gripping him, desperate

Childe's release was met with a hoarse laugh as he spurted his seed over their joined hands and up Childe's chest, leaving streaks of thick fluid across the pale expanse of skin. Zhongli felt a shudder run through his own body as he came too, the pleasure washing over him like a tidal wave. His grip on Childe never wavered, not even as they both panted heavily against one another's lips.

When at last they pulled away, their chests rose and fell in tandem as they struggled to catch their breath. Zhongli looked down at the handprint he had left on Childe's chest, a mix of lust and satisfaction coursing through him. "You really do make me lose my mind every time." He whispered, his fingers tracing lazy circles around each nipple before he reluctantly moved away.

The feel of Childe's warm, soft flesh beneath his fingers was intoxicating, and Zhongli found it difficult to resist the urge to touch him once more. His hand traveled up over Childe's chest and stomach, stopping just shy of cupping the younger man's cheek. "I will never tire of this," he murmured, his thumb tracing a slow circle around Childe's eye before moving to stroke the arch of his brow. There was something undeniably sweet about their connection; it made him feel both needed and wanted in ways he had never experienced with anyone else. "Rest now, my love. Tomorrow will be another day of battle."

As if echoing those words, a gentle breeze rustled through the open window, carrying with it the scent of earth and sea. It was as though nature itself acknowledged their bond and blessed them for daring

Childe smiled up at him, his expression a mix of contentment and desire. "I know," he whispered, reaching out to lazily stroke Zhongli's cheek. "But not tonight. Tonight... we rest." And with that, he pressed their bodies together once more, seeking comfort in the warmth and strength that was Childe. He let himself relax into the embrace, allowing his mind and body to finally surrender to the blissful exhaustion that threatened to claim him.

The world outside of the bedroom faded away, leaving only the two men and their connection. The wind continued to blow, rustling the curtains as if attempting to chase away the darkness, but it never stood a chance against the light they created together when they were like this - entwined and inseparable.

As sleep claimed them both, Zhongli found himself grateful for Childe's presence in his life

The sensation of Childe's lips against his skin sent shivers down his spine, each suck eliciting a moan of pleasure from deep within him. Zhongli arched into the touch, eager for more as their bodies writhed together on the bed. The scent of sweat and desire filled the air, heightening the intensity of the moment as they lost themselves in this forbidden yet exhilarating dance.

As Childe nipped at his chest, Zhongli gripped his hair, pulling him closer still. His hips bucked up off the mattress, seeking friction against the cool skin of Childe's stomach as he felt himself grow harder in response to the attention. The need was building inside him, growing more urgent with each passing second.

"Chi-Childe..." he panted, their faces mere inches apart. "I can't take

Childe groaned as he felt the hot rush of Zhongli's seed against his chest, but didn't let up for even a moment. He continued to suck and nip at Zhongli's flesh, wanting to leave marks that would serve as reminders of this night each time they were apart. The feel of Zhongli trembling beneath him was enough to send his own desire spiraling out of control, and with one final thrust of his hips, he let go, arching back in pleasure as he came too.

When at last their bodies relaxed into the mattress, breath ragged and hearts pounding wildly in their chests, Zhongli pressed a soft kiss to Childe's lips. "Rest now," he murmured, brushing away a stray lock of hair from his lover's forehead. "We have fought our battles for today."

Childe gave him a teasing smile as he lazily trailed his fingers over Zhongli's chest, tracing the lines of the scars that marred his otherwise perfect skin. "Even though you know I can take it?" He asked, arching an eyebrow playfully. His touch was both tender and possessive, as if he were marking Zhongli as his own, even in their moments of rest.

Zhongli chuckled softly, reaching up to cup Childe's cheek. "Perhaps I am simply selfish," he admitted with a crooked smile. "I know how much you enjoy it when we fight this way."