he snorts, though, shifting to roll over and lay on his back, instead. lifting his hand, he counts off on his fingers. ]
Win handily at things. Get someone to worship you. Be the most important person in the room. [ these are all things he's good at! ] Though, I've got something for 'in public', too.
It was a lot of the same, though far less lewd. I guess that's to be expected of Lust, though. [ a beat. ] Pride's a prickly one. It's unlikely they'll talk to you much, if you try - I had the in.
[ it goes unsaid, but, he'll take care of talking to pride. not that he'll stop childe from doing it, if he wants to, but... ]
[Wow, that's so unfair? He wants "win at things"? He's going to talk to the manager.
--But no, he doesn't seem all that fazed about his, uh, assignment. There's a blank look on his face as he stares off to the side, clearly deep in thought.]
why the privacy, why the hoods, why the aliases. ] I'm sure there's someone, or something, above them. I just don't know what, and I couldn't get anything down that road.
[ also sucks to suck etc ] I think we'll find out who they are eventually - but I think it's going to take time.
They're unsuitable as well. [The names. It was something he noticed with Lust, and if Gu Yun says Pride is prickly...] It wouldn't surprise me if they were given by someone else.
[Says """Tartaglia""".
Maybe he shouldn't be making a snap judgment, but he's willing to change his mind if he's proven wrong. For now, though--]
Doesn't it always? [It's fine. He can be patient. For now, he's still just waiting for the other shoe to drop.
That said.
He knows they both agree the walls have ears--even this conversation could very well be overheard, though it's a risk Childe's willing to take for the sake of having... something of an ally. Still, his eyes are sharp as he glances at Gu Yun, unmatched to his light tone.] Then I suppose there's nothing for it but to take advantage of their suggestions.
[A.k.a., time to play along, and at least pretend to buy what they're selling, until the time is right.]
[ a beat, and then, with that same, conscious change of language: ] If there's anything particularly sensitive, let's speak it like this.
There are at least two others who speak it as well, though.
[ use it sparingly, of course, goes unsaid. ] Pride seems to believe things will become dangerous quickly. I think there may be a limit on how many desires will be granted.
[ he's just as light, but toe to toe with childe's keen eyes. they really are the same sort of person.
gu yun gives a wave of his hand after that, seemingly brushing away the rest of the conversation. it does tie in to his easier, jamjar translated language, which comes easily. ] The more we indulge, the faster we get those wishes granted, hm? May as well not bite the hand that feeds you.
[He presses his lips together, looking--not displeased, exactly, but distracted, despite the nod he gives in return. He spent long enough in Liyue (and their languages are close enough) that he has an idea of what he wants to say, but he lacks the words, even metaphorical, to convey it outside of his own language.
So instead, he just says--]
Who?
[Let's be real he can probably guess by the names but he doesn't want to make assumptions.
Also, he snorts but he is. Tragically. Smiling. Awful.]
[ wow. gu yun looks bored, though his eyes are still very twinkly and mischievous. ]
Have you ever slept with someone before? If this is your pillow talk, you ought to write them an apology letter. [ says gu yun who you and i both know is a virgin
anyway ] And this is a situation of mutual beneficience, is it not? You can worship me, if you like. Might kill two birds with one stone.
[Childe gives him a look that very clearly reads don't play stupid. Please. After the conversation they just had? Gu Yun wouldn't buy it for a second, and even if did--]
I told you I don't like deception.
[But.
You know what? That's not a half-bad idea.
Childe pulls the other glove off, tucking it neatly into his pocket, stopping at the bedside. That done, he reaches out--if Gu Yun will let him, he'll reach down, gently knocking Gu Yun's hands out of the way so he can take hold of his chin.
This is definitely not something he would've done normally, even though he's not a virgin, but it's happened to him here at least twice, so. He's a quick learner.]
Then again, you never did get to see what I look like when I lie. I suppose singing your praises would be a good demonstration.
[Childe you met like four days ago stop acting like you've known each other for twenty years]
sure, he will let him, though. gu yun doesn't back off of anything - he's just easily reactionary, letting his hands drop without being knocked away to let childe take his chin if he really wants. internally, he's screaming a little, but externally, he is cool as a cucumber, mouth pulled up in a terrible little smirk, looking like he's quite enjoying himself. ]
How are you planning on singing my praises when you barely know who I am? [ gu yun hums, that mischief clear as day in his dark eyes. ] I suppose bullshitting is a natural talent, but I do so like to be impressed.
[ says gu yun, king of bullshit, as he is doing right now. he's going to make this so hard on you, childe. ]
[This would be so much easier on me if Childe hated this as much as I do instead of being so "/shrugs" about it. Alas. At least the tables will turn when he finds out Gu Yun's all talk.
He's certainly not a master of seduction, that is not his wheelhouse--but he knows enough, and more importantly, he knows people. And Gu Yun reminds him enough of himself that this won't even be that hard.]
I know enough.
[He lifts one leg to rest his knee on the bed, next to Gu Yun. How funny it is that he's been so close to so many people lately, and not a single one has tried to knife him in the gut yet. Is this what it's like to not be a villain? Amazing.
And if Gu Yun isn't going to put up a fight, then he's not going to tiptoe around doing his, ah, job. Asking for permission? Hah. Gu Yun's a grown man, he can shove him off if Childe does something he doesn't like. So he leans even closer, nipping at Gu Yun's jaw.]
You're strong. You're smart. You're capable. You already know you're attractive. [It costs him nothing to admit objective facts, so. This is no blow to his own pride.]
honestly it just comes down to necessity - it comes down to playing along. the rules of this place seem so cleanly laid out, but gu yun deeply doubts that they are, and the mysteries of it have only just begun to unravel. all they can really do right now is hurry up and wait.
gu yun's a good actor. whether he knows his way through a situation or not, you will never see him sweat. that, and he's got the upper hand here, so, if childe wants to achieve his indulgence points like this, gu yun won't be the one to stop him. he tips his chin up and out of the way with the attention, never quite unguarded, but more like allowing. indulging. ]
I could've told you that. [ there's an easy tease to the way he talks, though his voice drops a little lower, quieter now, picking up on this unfortunate business UST that we're going to be stuck with for the next several weeks. ]
[The problem with Gu Yun acting for all the world like he's experienced is that it means Childe is going to assume that he's, well, experienced. (Not that he'd be treating Gu Yun like a shy maiden regardless, but still.) It means he has no problem with climbing onto Gu Yun's lap, letting go of his chin to place his hand onto his chest and push him down. Know your place, O Marquis of Bottoming.
Honestly, it's debatable how good of a job he'd try to do at this, if not for the fact that Gu Yun can already make fun of him for his language and his archery skills. He'd rather not add to the ammunition because of his disinterest.
And besides, Gu Yun isn't the only one who's a good actor, when necessity calls for it. The time for his actual favorite type of lust will come later, he's certain of that. He can be patient. Following the rules suits him, for now.]
So impatient... I've barely started. [He raises an eyebrow, amused.] But I can wax poetic about your looks, if you'd prefer.
[Like. If he's going to go over-the-top with his flattery, he'd rather pick something he actually respects? But he can ramble about Gu Yun's most useless feature too, sure.]
he's not dumb! actually, he just knows that he and childe are cut from the same cloth, and the first moment of respect found between them wasn't because gu yun is pretty. (besides, he already knows he's gorgeous, thanks!)
if he's inwardly yelling about childe clambering into his lap, he will never know it. gu yun just shifts back a bit on the bed to make sure there's enough space, freely letting himself be pushed and dropping back on his forearms, long hair spilling out over the covers. the whole point of this indulgence of pride is to be worshipped, so he'll eat the attention right up, tilting his head back to look down his nose at childe.
he raises his eyebrows, still very amused. well? ]
[It's not that Gu Yun's wrong, exactly. But Gu Yun doesn't, and will never, truly know what his life is like, back in Liyue. It's true that Childe wouldn't be particularly interested in compliments about his looks, but that's because the only real praise he gets is the sound of his enemies screaming in fear at the sight of him on the battlefield. And that's not something Childe's about to share with anyone, even to someone that reminds him so strongly of himself.
In fact, depending on the situation, his looks might actually be the only truly appealing thing about him to a partner anyway. Nobody in Teyvat's sleeping with him out of love, that's for sure.
And as much as I hate it, he has no problem leaning down for a kiss as he searches for the ties on Gu Yun's robes. It's actually a bit of a relief, as far as he's concerned--he doesn't have to feign any sweetness or gentleness here, firm and just on this side of rough. No matter his overall preferences, he's a physical person; physical desire is easy enough to dredge up. It's a nice break, before he has to slap on even more of a persona than he's wearing now.]
yaywon we made it through weekend 0 that was the best we could do
That you would rather not wax poetic about how pretty I am? I've got a pretty good idea.
[ gu yun's wit is lightning quick- always has been, always will be - and talking to childe is no exception. he can't glean childe's background or his life, but the pieces come together. gu yun himself could go on and bullshit for hours and hours and hours about how pretty someone was, but that's only because he can spin a yarn like a pro. he likes pretty people, pretty things.
but he respects a lot more than that.
there's a beat. ] Thought you didn't like deception.
[ that's got a little taunt to it, a challenge. being praised isn't really a new thing for gu yun, but it's not really something he applies a lot of value to, either. he's enjoying lording the fact that this is how they're going to do this over childe's head, but his ego's not so massive that it's something that really is going to get him going. so much of his personality is put upon... much like his capabilities in the bedroom.
aka! it's not his first kiss (me sighing in relief and also crying), but it is one of them. gu yun can bullshit with the best of them, though, and he's a quick learner; his hand comes back up to find the back of childe's neck and hold him there, opening his mouth into the kiss easily. he's receptive, at first, letting the languid concept of being worshipped easily hide his own observations before he's pushing his tongue into his mouth to kiss him back properly.
at least the ties will be easy to find! something something fake china. gu yun's robes are of a high quality silk, but they loosen easily when tugged, opening up the expanse of his chest. looking down will find him covered in scars - the injuries of a man who has lived his entire life on a battlefield. ]
sighs. sighs again and slaps a nsfw on this for unlocks
[Gu Yun can probably feel the curve of his mouth, at that, but he doesn't say anything in favor of focusing on the kiss. He keeps his mouth open and pliant just long enough before he pushes back--not so different from a spar, really. It's all a dance in the end. Childe goes back on the offensive, and the pressure of his kiss reflects that.
He doesn't like deception, no. But what he likes doesn't mean a damn thing when he's got a job to do.
He saw enough of the scars the day of their arrival that he doesn't pull back to look, instead letting his hands move across them, mapping them out more with his nails than his fingers. He's operating under the assumption that Gu Yun is used to this, and not particularly sensitive, so he doesn't bother playing at being the gentle, curious lover. He immediately focuses on what seem like the worst scars, when he finds them. They abandoned their game quickly, but that means his thirst for stories of conquest was never sated, and he wants to know more about them. Wants to add more with his own hands, and this isn't fierce combat, but it can be close enough if he tries. Childe isn't particularly sadistic by nature, but it's something he can lean into if he wants, and he does that now. There's no point to this if it brings no benefit to himself too, after all.
He breaks away, jerking his head slightly out of Gu Yun's grip on his neck, a wordless indication to loosen it. It's not to go far, though, just to let him mouth his way down Gu Yun's throat.
Hn. For all his flirting...]
You're a loyal one, aren't you. [It's not a question; just an observation, murmured into his pulse point. This time, though, there is (what sounds like, at least) true appreciation in his voice, low as it is. I won't be mean enough to make you retcon but please know that henceforth hickies will be a constant thing because Childe is a biter.
One hand moves to rest over Gu Yun's heart, fingers pressing down, hard--as if he could sink his hand straight into Gu Yun's chest, if he tried hard enough. The other will move down to his pants, searching for the ties on those too. Chop chop, they're on a schedule.] Someone waiting for you at home for this?
[ writing about hickies in my first strip check will absolutely make me want to die. i swear it.
his assumption about gu yun is incorrect, but not for the reason that he's just a virgin maiden. rather, its that he's been compensating for his lack of senses his entire life - even when he's medicated - which means a few things. not just his nose (doglike) and his palate (picky), but touch, too. when he can't rely on his eyes or his hearing, gu yun relies on the way the world feels to survive. the way the wind feels on his bare skin, the way iron armor hits the breaking point of its heat before cooldown; he has taught himself to pick up on every sensation over the years, and this is the first time that he's realizing that maybe it's going to be to his benefit in the bedroom. each touch is amplified because of it, and the rough nature is giving and wanting, something to his taste.
the worst scar he'll find is blatant. it starts at the base of his neck and stretches all the way down under his chest, like he'd been cleaved in two and sewn back together, the skin white and dead, and when childe traces it, his back rises with it, easy, following the sensitivity f his own skin with the marks he knows are there. it sticks out among the rest, scattered marks from bullets, from the sharp edge of a wind slasher, from shrapnel, from swords, from arrows. he's more scar, than person, at this rate - gu yun, the cockroach, the survivor.
the hand on the back of his neck loosens, picking up on the cue, and and he brings it up to curl in his hair, instead, grip loose at first, though tightening at the sharp sensation of teeth. at the way that statement rankles something, laid bare more so than anything else.
(because childe isn't wrong.)
letting his eyes flutter shut, tilting his head back, gu yun is lazily enjoying the heady warmth of the wet pressure of his mouth; however, childe's statement makes him snort. ]
My heart only belongs to Great Liang. [ he says this loftily, a low hint of dark humor even like this - but that's true, too. what other attachments could he have? there's not enough room in his heart for more than his nation, and everything it embodies. it speaks to his loyalty, and to his core, perhaps more than anything.
it is, however, a no. he doesn't exactly have a partner of any kind, if that's what childe's implying.
gu yun lifts his hips to make it easier for him, unafraid of the pressure at his chest; his heartbeat flutters under childe's palm, though there's nothing romantic about it. under his silks, gu yun's teeny waist is even more obvious, his figure surprisingly delicate despite the layer of muscle and scars on top. by all means, do all the work, he's supposed to be getting worshipped here! ]
They'll be plenty of them, too; that scar attracts him like a moth to a flame, and he sinks his teeth into it as soon as he gets that far--not hard enough to break skin, but definitely enough that even he could've felt it. He follows it like a trail, like he can bite and suck the memory of such a fight straight out of Gu Yun's skin. It's a confirmation of what he already knew, the moment they spoke--that Gu Yun would (will?) make a fine opponent someday.
Maybe if they're lucky, they'll get to fight at full strength. His own breath hitches at the idea of that.]
Mm. No one's at your level of dedication, are they.
[It shows a fervent devotion. He thinks, just for a moment, of Zhongli--of the people of Liyue--and the hand on Gu Yun's heart clenches for a moment, nails digging into the skin before he pulls away.]
Turn over.
[He says that but he scoots back, turning to climb off the bed. He's leaving apparently. Wow.]
it makes the top of his scalp tingle, to have that much attention paid to the gnarled, half dead skin of his largest scar - an odd sensation, but not a bad one, necessarily. gu yun, like anyone you might expect to be aligned with the sin of pride, can't stand feeling particularly vulnerable, so... despite the fact that childe's bitey, almost fightlike treatment should be off-putting, he likes it more than the praise, too.
the hand in his hair curls tighter, fiercer, holding him there - childe'll feel the way his breath catches at the nails that dig into his skin, because he feels it, like a spark underneath the too pale pallor of his skin. it's starting to get good, get his blood pumping.
and then, as childe pulls away, his expression sours a bit, immediately, and he pulls his hair. petty. ] What exactly do you think is happening here?
that's it - he just lunges up and grabs childe by the front of the shirt to throw him back on the bed. if this was sexy, he'd be pouncing on him, but it's really more like a football tackle. gu yun rolls them over with it, though, throwing a leg over his waist to pin him back down. ]
If you think I'm about to start eating meat you have another thing coming.
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he snorts, though, shifting to roll over and lay on his back, instead. lifting his hand, he counts off on his fingers. ]
Win handily at things. Get someone to worship you. Be the most important person in the room. [ these are all things he's good at! ] Though, I've got something for 'in public', too.
It was a lot of the same, though far less lewd. I guess that's to be expected of Lust, though. [ a beat. ] Pride's a prickly one. It's unlikely they'll talk to you much, if you try - I had the in.
[ it goes unsaid, but, he'll take care of talking to pride. not that he'll stop childe from doing it, if he wants to, but... ]
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--But no, he doesn't seem all that fazed about his, uh, assignment. There's a blank look on his face as he stares off to the side, clearly deep in thought.]
...What do you make of these names of theirs?
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why the privacy, why the hoods, why the aliases. ] I'm sure there's someone, or something, above them. I just don't know what, and I couldn't get anything down that road.
[ also sucks to suck etc ] I think we'll find out who they are eventually - but I think it's going to take time.
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[Says """Tartaglia""".
Maybe he shouldn't be making a snap judgment, but he's willing to change his mind if he's proven wrong. For now, though--]
Doesn't it always? [It's fine. He can be patient. For now, he's still just waiting for the other shoe to drop.
That said.
He knows they both agree the walls have ears--even this conversation could very well be overheard, though it's a risk Childe's willing to take for the sake of having... something of an ally. Still, his eyes are sharp as he glances at Gu Yun, unmatched to his light tone.] Then I suppose there's nothing for it but to take advantage of their suggestions.
[A.k.a., time to play along, and at least pretend to buy what they're selling, until the time is right.]
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[ a beat, and then, with that same, conscious change of language: ] If there's anything particularly sensitive, let's speak it like this.
There are at least two others who speak it as well, though.
[ use it sparingly, of course, goes unsaid. ] Pride seems to believe things will become dangerous quickly. I think there may be a limit on how many desires will be granted.
[ he's just as light, but toe to toe with childe's keen eyes. they really are the same sort of person.
gu yun gives a wave of his hand after that, seemingly brushing away the rest of the conversation. it does tie in to his easier, jamjar translated language, which comes easily. ] The more we indulge, the faster we get those wishes granted, hm? May as well not bite the hand that feeds you.
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So instead, he just says--]
Who?
[Let's be real he can probably guess by the names but he doesn't want to make assumptions.
Also, he snorts but he is. Tragically. Smiling. Awful.]
I suppose you did ask for dinner.
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Shovel. Fan. Can't believe I have to dumb this down for you.
[ that's good enough. just in case someone is listening - he'll figure it out. (also, he knows he doesn't have to dumb it down, but it's still funny.
so! with that, gu yun rolls back over, propping his chin in both of his hands now and putting on his most utterly terrible cheshire cat smile. ]
Are you propositioning me, Childe? [ bad ]
this icon is representative of me and will be for the rest of this godawful cr henceforth
He finally stands up from the couch, starting to tug one of his gloves off as he moves closer.]
Well, we certainly can't let the--what was it? Flower of the Northwest wither away, now can we.
[I want to die.]
You'd be more useful to me if you'd already "indulged", but I guess I can make do.
[Romantic.]
i woke up first thing and tagged this just to make up for leaving you to suffer
Have you ever slept with someone before? If this is your pillow talk, you ought to write them an apology letter. [ says gu yun who you and i both know is a virgin
anyway ] And this is a situation of mutual beneficience, is it not? You can worship me, if you like. Might kill two birds with one stone.
[ wink! ]
Is this not simply a new form of suffering
I told you I don't like deception.
[But.
You know what? That's not a half-bad idea.
Childe pulls the other glove off, tucking it neatly into his pocket, stopping at the bedside. That done, he reaches out--if Gu Yun will let him, he'll reach down, gently knocking Gu Yun's hands out of the way so he can take hold of his chin.
This is definitely not something he would've done normally, even though he's not a virgin, but it's happened to him here at least twice, so. He's a quick learner.]
Then again, you never did get to see what I look like when I lie. I suppose singing your praises would be a good demonstration.
[Childe you met like four days ago stop acting like you've known each other for twenty years]
our sin is despair
sure, he will let him, though. gu yun doesn't back off of anything - he's just easily reactionary, letting his hands drop without being knocked away to let childe take his chin if he really wants. internally, he's screaming a little, but externally, he is cool as a cucumber, mouth pulled up in a terrible little smirk, looking like he's quite enjoying himself. ]
How are you planning on singing my praises when you barely know who I am? [ gu yun hums, that mischief clear as day in his dark eyes. ] I suppose bullshitting is a natural talent, but I do so like to be impressed.
[ says gu yun, king of bullshit, as he is doing right now. he's going to make this so hard on you, childe. ]
It truly is
He's certainly not a master of seduction, that is not his wheelhouse--but he knows enough, and more importantly, he knows people. And Gu Yun reminds him enough of himself that this won't even be that hard.]
I know enough.
[He lifts one leg to rest his knee on the bed, next to Gu Yun. How funny it is that he's been so close to so many people lately, and not a single one has tried to knife him in the gut yet. Is this what it's like to not be a villain? Amazing.
And if Gu Yun isn't going to put up a fight, then he's not going to tiptoe around doing his, ah, job. Asking for permission? Hah. Gu Yun's a grown man, he can shove him off if Childe does something he doesn't like. So he leans even closer, nipping at Gu Yun's jaw.]
You're strong. You're smart. You're capable. You already know you're attractive. [It costs him nothing to admit objective facts, so. This is no blow to his own pride.]
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honestly it just comes down to necessity - it comes down to playing along. the rules of this place seem so cleanly laid out, but gu yun deeply doubts that they are, and the mysteries of it have only just begun to unravel. all they can really do right now is hurry up and wait.
gu yun's a good actor. whether he knows his way through a situation or not, you will never see him sweat. that, and he's got the upper hand here, so, if childe wants to achieve his indulgence points like this, gu yun won't be the one to stop him. he tips his chin up and out of the way with the attention, never quite unguarded, but more like allowing. indulging. ]
I could've told you that. [ there's an easy tease to the way he talks, though his voice drops a little lower, quieter now, picking up on this unfortunate business UST that we're going to be stuck with for the next several weeks. ]
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Honestly, it's debatable how good of a job he'd try to do at this, if not for the fact that Gu Yun can already make fun of him for his language and his archery skills. He'd rather not add to the ammunition because of his disinterest.
And besides, Gu Yun isn't the only one who's a good actor, when necessity calls for it. The time for his actual favorite type of lust will come later, he's certain of that. He can be patient. Following the rules suits him, for now.]
So impatient... I've barely started. [He raises an eyebrow, amused.] But I can wax poetic about your looks, if you'd prefer.
[Like. If he's going to go over-the-top with his flattery, he'd rather pick something he actually respects? But he can ramble about Gu Yun's most useless feature too, sure.]
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he's not dumb! actually, he just knows that he and childe are cut from the same cloth, and the first moment of respect found between them wasn't because gu yun is pretty. (besides, he already knows he's gorgeous, thanks!)
if he's inwardly yelling about childe clambering into his lap, he will never know it. gu yun just shifts back a bit on the bed to make sure there's enough space, freely letting himself be pushed and dropping back on his forearms, long hair spilling out over the covers. the whole point of this indulgence of pride is to be worshipped, so he'll eat the attention right up, tilting his head back to look down his nose at childe.
he raises his eyebrows, still very amused. well? ]
yaywon is going to lose her marbles at unlocks
[It's not that Gu Yun's wrong, exactly. But Gu Yun doesn't, and will never, truly know what his life is like, back in Liyue. It's true that Childe wouldn't be particularly interested in compliments about his looks, but that's because the only real praise he gets is the sound of his enemies screaming in fear at the sight of him on the battlefield. And that's not something Childe's about to share with anyone, even to someone that reminds him so strongly of himself.
In fact, depending on the situation, his looks might actually be the only truly appealing thing about him to a partner anyway. Nobody in Teyvat's sleeping with him out of love, that's for sure.
And as much as I hate it, he has no problem leaning down for a kiss as he searches for the ties on Gu Yun's robes. It's actually a bit of a relief, as far as he's concerned--he doesn't have to feign any sweetness or gentleness here, firm and just on this side of rough. No matter his overall preferences, he's a physical person; physical desire is easy enough to dredge up. It's a nice break, before he has to slap on even more of a persona than he's wearing now.]
yaywon we made it through weekend 0 that was the best we could do
[ gu yun's wit is lightning quick- always has been, always will be - and talking to childe is no exception. he can't glean childe's background or his life, but the pieces come together. gu yun himself could go on and bullshit for hours and hours and hours about how pretty someone was, but that's only because he can spin a yarn like a pro. he likes pretty people, pretty things.
but he respects a lot more than that.
there's a beat. ] Thought you didn't like deception.
[ that's got a little taunt to it, a challenge. being praised isn't really a new thing for gu yun, but it's not really something he applies a lot of value to, either. he's enjoying lording the fact that this is how they're going to do this over childe's head, but his ego's not so massive that it's something that really is going to get him going. so much of his personality is put upon... much like his capabilities in the bedroom.
aka! it's not his first kiss (me sighing in relief and also crying), but it is one of them. gu yun can bullshit with the best of them, though, and he's a quick learner; his hand comes back up to find the back of childe's neck and hold him there, opening his mouth into the kiss easily. he's receptive, at first, letting the languid concept of being worshipped easily hide his own observations before he's pushing his tongue into his mouth to kiss him back properly.
at least the ties will be easy to find! something something fake china. gu yun's robes are of a high quality silk, but they loosen easily when tugged, opening up the expanse of his chest. looking down will find him covered in scars - the injuries of a man who has lived his entire life on a battlefield. ]
sighs. sighs again and slaps a nsfw on this for unlocks
He doesn't like deception, no. But what he likes doesn't mean a damn thing when he's got a job to do.
He saw enough of the scars the day of their arrival that he doesn't pull back to look, instead letting his hands move across them, mapping them out more with his nails than his fingers. He's operating under the assumption that Gu Yun is used to this, and not particularly sensitive, so he doesn't bother playing at being the gentle, curious lover. He immediately focuses on what seem like the worst scars, when he finds them. They abandoned their game quickly, but that means his thirst for stories of conquest was never sated, and he wants to know more about them. Wants to add more with his own hands, and this isn't fierce combat, but it can be close enough if he tries. Childe isn't particularly sadistic by nature, but it's something he can lean into if he wants, and he does that now. There's no point to this if it brings no benefit to himself too, after all.
He breaks away, jerking his head slightly out of Gu Yun's grip on his neck, a wordless indication to loosen it. It's not to go far, though, just to let him mouth his way down Gu Yun's throat.
Hn. For all his flirting...]
You're a loyal one, aren't you. [It's not a question; just an observation, murmured into his pulse point. This time, though, there is (what sounds like, at least) true appreciation in his voice, low as it is. I won't be mean enough to make you retcon but please know that henceforth hickies will be a constant thing because Childe is a biter.
One hand moves to rest over Gu Yun's heart, fingers pressing down, hard--as if he could sink his hand straight into Gu Yun's chest, if he tried hard enough. The other will move down to his pants, searching for the ties on those too. Chop chop, they're on a schedule.] Someone waiting for you at home for this?
they be banging. unfortunate.
his assumption about gu yun is incorrect, but not for the reason that he's just a virgin maiden. rather, its that he's been compensating for his lack of senses his entire life - even when he's medicated - which means a few things. not just his nose (doglike) and his palate (picky), but touch, too. when he can't rely on his eyes or his hearing, gu yun relies on the way the world feels to survive. the way the wind feels on his bare skin, the way iron armor hits the breaking point of its heat before cooldown; he has taught himself to pick up on every sensation over the years, and this is the first time that he's realizing that maybe it's going to be to his benefit in the bedroom. each touch is amplified because of it, and the rough nature is giving and wanting, something to his taste.
the worst scar he'll find is blatant. it starts at the base of his neck and stretches all the way down under his chest, like he'd been cleaved in two and sewn back together, the skin white and dead, and when childe traces it, his back rises with it, easy, following the sensitivity f his own skin with the marks he knows are there. it sticks out among the rest, scattered marks from bullets, from the sharp edge of a wind slasher, from shrapnel, from swords, from arrows. he's more scar, than person, at this rate - gu yun, the cockroach, the survivor.
the hand on the back of his neck loosens, picking up on the cue, and and he brings it up to curl in his hair, instead, grip loose at first, though tightening at the sharp sensation of teeth. at the way that statement rankles something, laid bare more so than anything else.
(because childe isn't wrong.)
letting his eyes flutter shut, tilting his head back, gu yun is lazily enjoying the heady warmth of the wet pressure of his mouth; however, childe's statement makes him snort. ]
My heart only belongs to Great Liang. [ he says this loftily, a low hint of dark humor even like this - but that's true, too. what other attachments could he have? there's not enough room in his heart for more than his nation, and everything it embodies. it speaks to his loyalty, and to his core, perhaps more than anything.
it is, however, a no. he doesn't exactly have a partner of any kind, if that's what childe's implying.
gu yun lifts his hips to make it easier for him, unafraid of the pressure at his chest; his heartbeat flutters under childe's palm, though there's nothing romantic about it. under his silks, gu yun's teeny waist is even more obvious, his figure surprisingly delicate despite the layer of muscle and scars on top. by all means, do all the work, he's supposed to be getting worshipped here! ]
the most businesslike bang in the world
They'll be plenty of them, too; that scar attracts him like a moth to a flame, and he sinks his teeth into it as soon as he gets that far--not hard enough to break skin, but definitely enough that even he could've felt it. He follows it like a trail, like he can bite and suck the memory of such a fight straight out of Gu Yun's skin. It's a confirmation of what he already knew, the moment they spoke--that Gu Yun would (will?) make a fine opponent someday.
Maybe if they're lucky, they'll get to fight at full strength. His own breath hitches at the idea of that.]
Mm. No one's at your level of dedication, are they.
[It shows a fervent devotion. He thinks, just for a moment, of Zhongli--of the people of Liyue--and the hand on Gu Yun's heart clenches for a moment, nails digging into the skin before he pulls away.]
Turn over.
[He says that but he scoots back, turning to climb off the bed. He's leaving apparently. Wow.]
lie back and think of great liang,
it makes the top of his scalp tingle, to have that much attention paid to the gnarled, half dead skin of his largest scar - an odd sensation, but not a bad one, necessarily. gu yun, like anyone you might expect to be aligned with the sin of pride, can't stand feeling particularly vulnerable, so... despite the fact that childe's bitey, almost fightlike treatment should be off-putting, he likes it more than the praise, too.
the hand in his hair curls tighter, fiercer, holding him there - childe'll feel the way his breath catches at the nails that dig into his skin, because he feels it, like a spark underneath the too pale pallor of his skin. it's starting to get good, get his blood pumping.
and then, as childe pulls away, his expression sours a bit, immediately, and he pulls his hair. petty. ] What exactly do you think is happening here?
[ absolutely the hell not ]
and then we got derailed
Don't tell me you need written instructions.
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What are you assuming!
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Uh, that you want to get this over with?
[Tell him you want to top, Gu Yun. Go on. Say it with your words.]
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that's it - he just lunges up and grabs childe by the front of the shirt to throw him back on the bed. if this was sexy, he'd be pouncing on him, but it's really more like a football tackle. gu yun rolls them over with it, though, throwing a leg over his waist to pin him back down. ]
If you think I'm about to start eating meat you have another thing coming.
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we now resume your tragically regularly-scheduled nsfw
fucking for business purposes