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.
[Second of all, give him about three seconds of silence before he just. Starts cracking up. There are actual tears of laughter in his eyes. What the fuck is this.]
second of all his ass is unfortunately, really nice. teeny waist nice butt. he finally decides to stop beating childe with the pillow, giving him a deeply unamused look. the top of his ears are a little red, but that could also just be from the wrestling. ]
Your idea of worship could use some work. Have you considered reading visiting the Buddha? Saying a couple amitahbas? [ SAYS GU YUN, KNOWN TEMPLE HATER ]
[I can't believe Gu Yun is Wei Wuxian. Fortunately for my sanity, Childe is way more into the scars, but unfortunately for my sanity, he's still groping. And also grinning, because this is so fucking funny.
Sure, it's from wrestling. Okay. Whatever you say, Sir Marquis.]
A little more sacrilegious than I'd planning for, but if that's what you'd prefer when we-- when we eat meat-- [oh, he's. He can't even get the words out without snickering. This is even funnier than cocogoat.] --then it can be arranged--
[ it is really unfortunate how many things he has in common with wwx but at least he has less weird kinks
the minute he starts laughing, gu yun smacks him with the pillow again. this is being nice, because he'd rather just punch him, but they're supposed to be getting indulgent business done here. business. gu yun slips into the rougher, slang filled speech of the military camps, and tells childe, not so nicely - ] Just because you speak this language all wrong doesn't mean you can't understand a metaphor, foreigner.
[ white boy.
he grabs his chin, this time, between his thumb and forefinger. little shit. ] If we're going to fuck, then it's not going to be like that.
[Should've just punched him tbh, he would've been into it. But this is good enough; the spark of challenge brings a little light to his eyes, and his grin widens. He doesn't even try to break out of the hold on his chin, he's having too much fun with the upper hand here. He will remember this forever.]
It will. [Gu Yun's position makes it so incredibly easy to shift and press his thigh up between his already-spread legs and rub, leisurely, as if they've got all day. The grip Childe has on his ass means he can pull him forward, too, so he can't wiggle back and escape.] Your assets [haha, assets] are much nicer than mine. Anything else would be a waste.
[He says it so calmly, like any other option is unthinkable. How's that for flattery?]
that does feel good, admittedly. he squeezes his grip on childe's face much tighter this time in response, but he'll let him get away with it, loosening that grip in exchange for thighs squeezing against where he's still pinning and bracketing his hips. ] Is it difficult, not having any finesse? I'm just curious.
The tighter the grip on his chin, the more fun he looks like he's having, eyes dark as he leisurely moves his thigh back and forth just enough to keep up the friction. He moves one hand back to that scar he's so intrigued by, scratching down it with his nails again.
They've... gotten along???... well enough up until this point, but there's a whole new level to this now that he's gotten a strong reaction out of him. Childe is a thousand times more interested in chasing the danger rabbit.
He glances pointedly down at his lap, too, as much as the grip on his face will allow. Looks like it's working for you, he does not say, but he's thinking it loudly enough that he might as well have.
Instead, though--]
Three feet of ice won't freeze in a day.
[Patience, patience... honestly, as much as he'd figured he wanted to get this over with, he's having way more fun slowing down whenever Gu Yun tries to rush him.]
anyway. he seems slightly less irritated now that childe isn't trying to roll him over like a dog, wow, and releases his grip, instead sliding his hands back into his hair again, fingers curling tight. at the moment, he's not sure if childe's still just into annoying him or if he's into the fight of it all (probably both?) but he's got no interest in treating him gently either way, so.
settling back into the actual experience comes fairly easily, at first. he hums to the proverb, letting it pass by without response, because, sure. if childe thinks him impatient, he can continue to think that. he's the one that doesn't apparently believe in foreplay.
his hips roll easy into childe's touch, though, the motion fluid and instinctual, back arching a bit into the scratch. it's fine; if he's enjoying it, it has nothing to do with the attitude and everything to do with the friction, the simple carnal desire that comes from these situations. gu yun is going to say something about how the feeling's mutual, clearly, but. something's off?
one hand snakes loose from his hair, and trails his hand down the front of his chest, now, clever, long fingers, skirting over fabric, down to his fucking stupid bermuda triangle i hate so much ]
You would think with lust, you'd be an expert. [ gu yun's voice, even with the insult, lowers a bit, something huskier, something coaxing. taunting, almost. he pushes forward against the hand on his scar, daring. ] Unless you're lusting after something else? A fight, maybe?
...A conquest? [ his hips roll forward, pressing back into his hands, then forward again. ]
I don't think you want me to roll over at all. [ because where would the fun be in that? ] And if you think I'll bend the knee so easily, then you've sorely underestimated me, and the point of this endeavor.
[ there's a moment where he lifts, as his hand comes down further, past his waist, rising up as he puts his weight on his shins - ]
[It is definitely both, yeah. It's the fight of it all, but more than that, it's the little victory of getting under the skin of someone so like himself, so difficult to rile up.
The thing is, Childe truly doesn't care. Fucking or getting fucked is all the same to him, when it comes to personal enjoyment--it's a trivial concern, and he has experience with both. But it's a game, now, a challenge, something to--well, yes, conquer, in a way. Gu Yun's trying to turn the tables on him, but it's not working this time, because words roll off his back like water, and he has a goal to pursue now. One that he's got absolute confidence in reaching.
Or at least, it wasn't working. He can feel Gu Yun's hand moving towards his pocket, and he's just a second too late in grabbing his wrist.
To compensate, he uses the grip and his position to flip them back over while Gu Yun's busy teasing, pinning his hand against the mattress. It's not full strength, but it's enough to tease at how much he holds back.
He doesn't try to grab them back, but at least the cocky smile is gone for now, his eyes dark for a whole different reason.]
That was a gift from someone who could grind you into dust with a pinky, were you worth the effort. I would appreciate it if you treated it carefully.
he tenses, but gu yun has already struck to grab the chopsticks, so, childe won't have a hard time flipping him over. his back hits the bed, all loose silks and long hair as he's pinned down into the mattress itself by a hand. recovering from the quickness of that motion just gets gu yun to smirk, now, the twinkle in his eye less playful and far more cunning. ]
Now who's the devoted one?
[ he could say something else. he could fight back or flip him back over, cognizant of the amount of strength from that move.
but gu yun doesn't have to, does he? he's all about leveling the playing field. strike for him and he'll strike back - the same sort of recognition they've made of each other from that very first day. this destruction is mutually assured, in every manner possible, and gu yun has no intentions of letting childe forget that, either.
his grip loosens easy on the chopsticks, still holding them lightly between his fingers, and gu yun gives them a little wiggle, as if offering childe the chance to take them back and put them somewhere safe. ]
My apologies. [ he replies, and the way gu yun tips his head back into the pillows and lifts his chin, smirk still on his face, says more than any fake apology really could. ]
[Devoted to getting out of here so he can stab Zhongli in the eye with these stupid chopsticks for making a fool out of him in yet another way, more like.
(Or was it foolishness? He can't say for sure, and that is particularly vexing.)
But he'll take that offer and let go of his wrist to take the chopsticks away, leaning over to put them carefully on the bedside table. Field: appropriately leveled once again.
(It won't last that long because we both know Gu Yun is going to lose this fight in the end, but at least the cackling has stopped for now.)]
Let me be frank. The way you're acting tells me that you've either got no experience being bedded, or whatever experience you did have was terrible. [Which is just sad. Wow. Just because he was going to get the lube doesn't mean he was about to skip over all the foreplay? He just wanted to get their shit together first before really getting into it, and he was fully planning on just spending some time """worshiping""" (hah) his back anyway. But SOMEONE had to lose their mind!! God!!!] Give me some time to change your mind, without your constant quips, and if you're still unsatisfied, we can do it your way.
[He wasn't going to throw in any bells and whistles here, but congrats, Gu Yun, your maidenly virtue has earned you some head and probably some edging. I cannot believe how unsexy this is.
But also, he's not even making it a game--not even exuding smugness and taunt anymore. The confidence he has is matter-of-fact, because nothing here is truly a loss to him.]
anyway. gu yun will file that information away for later in his expansive blackmail rolodex, to prod at when he's feeling particularly feisty. for now, he doesn't even protest, clever eyes watching him remove the chopsticks before he lolls his head back to the forefront and the situation itself.
this time, as he's being frank (you cant be frank you're childe), gu yun just gives him a look, not nearly so reactionary. there's no point in arguing with him, because he's aware childe's just going to think whatever he wants, and he doesn't really have any intention of giving him any more ammunition. (especially because he's right, but that's besides the point.) gu yun does, ultimately, fit his sin, because he is pretty prideful, and the idea of -- well, of that particular position of choice rankled his pride pretty much immediately. that, and the assumption. he's not a bottom! (hm)
but, aside from the look, he listens over this proposition, propping himself on one of his elbows. a deal, hm. ]
My mouth is a package part of my deal. [ aka, 'without your quips' will probably never happen, because gu yun doesn't know when to shut up literally ever, and that will not be changing today! you will have to try to shut him up.
but, eventually, he gestures with his free hand, lazily. it's awfully luxurious, considering the state of him, robes still mostly open to his waist, hair loose and wild. ] Alright. Get on with it, then. [ and because truly, he is sticking to his brand of being Gu Yun, he quips - ] Give me the satisfaction.
[ so, so unsexy. ]
we now resume your tragically regularly-scheduled nsfw
Childe just rolls his eyes at that, climbing back off the bed again. Yes yes, you're so smart and funny all the time, whatever. Shut up.
At least he'll also start undoing his scarf and his jacket as he gets up, since he doesn't particularly want Gu Yun messing with his clothes. The mask comes out of his hair, too, leaving him in his button-down and pants. Are his clothes tailor-made to show off the bermuda triangle? I have no idea but yeah probably. Fucking rich white boy.
All of that gets neatly folded and placed on the sofa, because Childe is not a slob and doesn't leave his shit lying all over the place. Downstairs he goes to fetch the lube and a couple of condoms because he is not running up and down the stairs naked later, also don't ask me how he knows what those are because I don't fucking know but I'm sure fake China invented something close enough. GENSHIN IS PG DON'T LOOK AT ME.
When he comes back upstairs, his socks are gone too, having been placed with his shoes because I personally refuse to write any banging involving socks on. He'll toss their supplies on the bed and nudge Gu Yun's legs apart with his knee to settle between them before he bends down to kiss him again. If you try to talk while he's got his tongue in your mouth he will bite you again and not in a sexy way.
He'll spend some more time on that scar in a second--if there's to be any honesty in this "worship" nonsense at all, then that's where it'll come from. First, though, he's reaching down to tug Gu Yun's pants and underwear over his hips (not all the way off, just low enough for his purposes), reaching for the lube. He keeps one hand on Gu Yun's chest as he does, keeping him in place in a wait gesture. DON'T FREAK OUT YOU WEIRDO. All he's doing is getting his hand slick; he'll even be nice and make sure it's warm before he reaches between them to wrap a hand around him, since he knows his own touch generally runs cool.
And even though he has a point to prove, Gu Yun wants to play at being experienced, so that's how he's getting treated! That is, Childe doesn't give him even a moment to get used to it before he starts to stroke, although his grip is firm and his movements are slow. Worshiping, if you will, though again, he's just getting started. If it wasn't already clear enough by his attitude, the ease with which he does this probably makes it starkly clear that this isn't his first time.]
[ he is so smart and so funny all the time, he knows! uwu its hard being so great
now that childe isnt asking him to ROLL OVER LIKE A DOG, gu yun is completely cooperative. he even keeps his commentary to himself, though it is so blatantly clear he has something to say about childe's stupid ass outfit. that's okay, he can make fun of him for it any time!
by the time childe returns, he's lounging, completely looking like a king on his throne, having shed his top layer all the way and pulled the loose tie holding his hair together near the bottom free. without any sort of covering, the scars on his body are even more obvious, widely varied in their sizes and shapes, though none so massive as the one on his chest. he doesn't have protests to be kissed, and gives as good as he gets, keeping up this non maidenly illusion perfectly fine. gu yun's a quick learner - his touches aren't too sweet, and the bite of nails at the back of his neck, the tug of his hair when childe does something he likes both come with a fighty edge.
it seems the being bossed into turning around and possibly banging that way was the issue here?! terrible. pride, indeed. his eyes are dark as he watches childe, gaze a little hungry, though maybe it's not so much for the situation as it is to learn it, to pick up on every action, every touch. maybe he's just enjoying being worshiped, or maybe he's learning. either way, gu yun's certainly not freaking out.
the slick touch of his hand is - something. gu yun's lashes flutter, and he tips his head back, propping himself up with his other hand so he can watch. a pink flush blooms on his cheeks pretty much immediately, because firm and slow sends a jolt of warm sensation down his spine and to his toes. he rolls his hips into the touch, easily, but lets childe set the pace, exhaling sharply through his nose. if there's anything gu yun is good at, it is self control - he will maintain this illusion of experienced and in charge every step of the way. ]
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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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Did you just say eating meat? Are you a virgin?
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he just grabs a pillow and shoves it in his face. die ] 滚蛋.
No, I'm not a virgin, but I'm not letting you roll me over like some kind of brothel maiden, what the hell is wrong with you!
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[YOU'RE SO FULL OF SHIT HE'S DYING. THE SMOTHERING IS ONLY MAKING HIM LAUGH HARDER.]
Of course, of course! I'm so sorry, Sir Marquis. I didn't realize you were such a romantic, but I'll let you gaze into my eyes if you want.
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Don't just assume I'm the one rolling over! [ DIE ]
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[HE DOESN'T EVEN PRETEND TO ASK IT. He's now convinced Gu Yun is a virgin precisely because he said he wasn't.
His grin is knife-sharp as he just. Reaches over and grabs Gu Yun's ass. Terrible.]
Aren't I supposed to be "worshiping" you?
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second of all his ass is unfortunately, really nice. teeny waist nice butt. he finally decides to stop beating childe with the pillow, giving him a deeply unamused look. the top of his ears are a little red, but that could also just be from the wrestling. ]
Your idea of worship could use some work. Have you considered reading visiting the Buddha? Saying a couple amitahbas? [ SAYS GU YUN, KNOWN TEMPLE HATER ]
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Sure, it's from wrestling. Okay. Whatever you say, Sir Marquis.]
A little more sacrilegious than I'd planning for, but if that's what you'd prefer when we-- when we eat meat-- [oh, he's. He can't even get the words out without snickering. This is even funnier than cocogoat.] --then it can be arranged--
[His sides hurt from laughing so much. Please.]
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the minute he starts laughing, gu yun smacks him with the pillow again. this is being nice, because he'd rather just punch him, but they're supposed to be getting indulgent business done here. business. gu yun slips into the rougher, slang filled speech of the military camps, and tells childe, not so nicely - ] Just because you speak this language all wrong doesn't mean you can't understand a metaphor, foreigner.
[ white boy.
he grabs his chin, this time, between his thumb and forefinger. little shit. ] If we're going to fuck, then it's not going to be like that.
[ are you happy now? GOD ]
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It will. [Gu Yun's position makes it so incredibly easy to shift and press his thigh up between his already-spread legs and rub, leisurely, as if they've got all day. The grip Childe has on his ass means he can pull him forward, too, so he can't wiggle back and escape.] Your assets [haha, assets] are much nicer than mine. Anything else would be a waste.
[He says it so calmly, like any other option is unthinkable. How's that for flattery?]
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[ :unamused:
that does feel good, admittedly. he squeezes his grip on childe's face much tighter this time in response, but he'll let him get away with it, loosening that grip in exchange for thighs squeezing against where he's still pinning and bracketing his hips. ] Is it difficult, not having any finesse? I'm just curious.
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[Por que no los dos.
The tighter the grip on his chin, the more fun he looks like he's having, eyes dark as he leisurely moves his thigh back and forth just enough to keep up the friction. He moves one hand back to that scar he's so intrigued by, scratching down it with his nails again.
They've... gotten along???... well enough up until this point, but there's a whole new level to this now that he's gotten a strong reaction out of him. Childe is a thousand times more interested in chasing the danger rabbit.
He glances pointedly down at his lap, too, as much as the grip on his face will allow. Looks like it's working for you, he does not say, but he's thinking it loudly enough that he might as well have.
Instead, though--]
Three feet of ice won't freeze in a day.
[Patience, patience... honestly, as much as he'd figured he wanted to get this over with, he's having way more fun slowing down whenever Gu Yun tries to rush him.]
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[ stupid
anyway. he seems slightly less irritated now that childe isn't trying to roll him over like a dog, wow, and releases his grip, instead sliding his hands back into his hair again, fingers curling tight. at the moment, he's not sure if childe's still just into annoying him or if he's into the fight of it all (probably both?) but he's got no interest in treating him gently either way, so.
settling back into the actual experience comes fairly easily, at first. he hums to the proverb, letting it pass by without response, because, sure. if childe thinks him impatient, he can continue to think that. he's the one that doesn't apparently believe in foreplay.
his hips roll easy into childe's touch, though, the motion fluid and instinctual, back arching a bit into the scratch. it's fine; if he's enjoying it, it has nothing to do with the attitude and everything to do with the friction, the simple carnal desire that comes from these situations. gu yun is going to say something about how the feeling's mutual, clearly, but. something's off?
one hand snakes loose from his hair, and trails his hand down the front of his chest, now, clever, long fingers, skirting over fabric, down to his fucking stupid bermuda triangle i hate so much ]
You would think with lust, you'd be an expert. [ gu yun's voice, even with the insult, lowers a bit, something huskier, something coaxing. taunting, almost. he pushes forward against the hand on his scar, daring. ] Unless you're lusting after something else? A fight, maybe?
...A conquest? [ his hips roll forward, pressing back into his hands, then forward again. ]
I don't think you want me to roll over at all. [ because where would the fun be in that? ] And if you think I'll bend the knee so easily, then you've sorely underestimated me, and the point of this endeavor.
[ there's a moment where he lifts, as his hand comes down further, past his waist, rising up as he puts his weight on his shins - ]
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But, really, if you wanted my hand in marriage, then you couldn't dream to afford my dowry.
[ and then starts cracking up laughing as he clicks them together. lolol ]
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The thing is, Childe truly doesn't care. Fucking or getting fucked is all the same to him, when it comes to personal enjoyment--it's a trivial concern, and he has experience with both. But it's a game, now, a challenge, something to--well, yes, conquer, in a way. Gu Yun's trying to turn the tables on him, but it's not working this time, because words roll off his back like water, and he has a goal to pursue now. One that he's got absolute confidence in reaching.
Or at least, it wasn't working. He can feel Gu Yun's hand moving towards his pocket, and he's just a second too late in grabbing his wrist.
To compensate, he uses the grip and his position to flip them back over while Gu Yun's busy teasing, pinning his hand against the mattress. It's not full strength, but it's enough to tease at how much he holds back.
He doesn't try to grab them back, but at least the cocky smile is gone for now, his eyes dark for a whole different reason.]
That was a gift from someone who could grind you into dust with a pinky, were you worth the effort. I would appreciate it if you treated it carefully.
[Hm. Touchy!]
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he tenses, but gu yun has already struck to grab the chopsticks, so, childe won't have a hard time flipping him over. his back hits the bed, all loose silks and long hair as he's pinned down into the mattress itself by a hand. recovering from the quickness of that motion just gets gu yun to smirk, now, the twinkle in his eye less playful and far more cunning. ]
Now who's the devoted one?
[ he could say something else. he could fight back or flip him back over, cognizant of the amount of strength from that move.
but gu yun doesn't have to, does he? he's all about leveling the playing field. strike for him and he'll strike back - the same sort of recognition they've made of each other from that very first day. this destruction is mutually assured, in every manner possible, and gu yun has no intentions of letting childe forget that, either.
his grip loosens easy on the chopsticks, still holding them lightly between his fingers, and gu yun gives them a little wiggle, as if offering childe the chance to take them back and put them somewhere safe. ]
My apologies. [ he replies, and the way gu yun tips his head back into the pillows and lifts his chin, smirk still on his face, says more than any fake apology really could. ]
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"Devotion" isn't quite the word for it.
[Devoted to getting out of here so he can stab Zhongli in the eye with these stupid chopsticks for making a fool out of him in yet another way, more like.
(Or was it foolishness? He can't say for sure, and that is particularly vexing.)
But he'll take that offer and let go of his wrist to take the chopsticks away, leaning over to put them carefully on the bedside table. Field: appropriately leveled once again.
(It won't last that long because we both know Gu Yun is going to lose this fight in the end, but at least the cackling has stopped for now.)]
Let me be frank. The way you're acting tells me that you've either got no experience being bedded, or whatever experience you did have was terrible. [Which is just sad. Wow. Just because he was going to get the lube doesn't mean he was about to skip over all the foreplay? He just wanted to get their shit together first before really getting into it, and he was fully planning on just spending some time """worshiping""" (hah) his back anyway. But SOMEONE had to lose their mind!! God!!!] Give me some time to change your mind, without your constant quips, and if you're still unsatisfied, we can do it your way.
[He wasn't going to throw in any bells and whistles here, but congrats, Gu Yun, your maidenly virtue has earned you some head and probably some edging. I cannot believe how unsexy this is.
But also, he's not even making it a game--not even exuding smugness and taunt anymore. The confidence he has is matter-of-fact, because nothing here is truly a loss to him.]
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anyway. gu yun will file that information away for later in his expansive blackmail rolodex, to prod at when he's feeling particularly feisty. for now, he doesn't even protest, clever eyes watching him remove the chopsticks before he lolls his head back to the forefront and the situation itself.
this time, as he's being frank (you cant be frank you're childe), gu yun just gives him a look, not nearly so reactionary. there's no point in arguing with him, because he's aware childe's just going to think whatever he wants, and he doesn't really have any intention of giving him any more ammunition. (especially because he's right, but that's besides the point.) gu yun does, ultimately, fit his sin, because he is pretty prideful, and the idea of -- well, of that particular position of choice rankled his pride pretty much immediately. that, and the assumption. he's not a bottom! (hm)
but, aside from the look, he listens over this proposition, propping himself on one of his elbows.
a deal, hm. ]
My mouth is a package part of my deal. [ aka, 'without your quips' will probably never happen, because gu yun doesn't know when to shut up literally ever, and that will not be changing today! you will have to try to shut him up.
but, eventually, he gestures with his free hand, lazily. it's awfully luxurious, considering the state of him, robes still mostly open to his waist, hair loose and wild. ] Alright. Get on with it, then. [ and because truly, he is sticking to his brand of being Gu Yun, he quips - ] Give me the satisfaction.
[ so, so unsexy. ]
we now resume your tragically regularly-scheduled nsfw
Childe just rolls his eyes at that, climbing back off the bed again. Yes yes, you're so smart and funny all the time, whatever. Shut up.
At least he'll also start undoing his scarf and his jacket as he gets up, since he doesn't particularly want Gu Yun messing with his clothes. The mask comes out of his hair, too, leaving him in his button-down and pants. Are his clothes tailor-made to show off the bermuda triangle? I have no idea but yeah probably. Fucking rich white boy.
All of that gets neatly folded and placed on the sofa, because Childe is not a slob and doesn't leave his shit lying all over the place. Downstairs he goes to fetch the lube and a couple of condoms because he is not running up and down the stairs naked later, also don't ask me how he knows what those are because I don't fucking know but I'm sure fake China invented something close enough. GENSHIN IS PG DON'T LOOK AT ME.
When he comes back upstairs, his socks are gone too, having been placed with his shoes because I personally refuse to write any banging involving socks on. He'll toss their supplies on the bed and nudge Gu Yun's legs apart with his knee to settle between them before he bends down to kiss him again. If you try to talk while he's got his tongue in your mouth he will bite you again and not in a sexy way.
He'll spend some more time on that scar in a second--if there's to be any honesty in this "worship" nonsense at all, then that's where it'll come from. First, though, he's reaching down to tug Gu Yun's pants and underwear over his hips (not all the way off, just low enough for his purposes), reaching for the lube. He keeps one hand on Gu Yun's chest as he does, keeping him in place in a wait gesture. DON'T FREAK OUT YOU WEIRDO. All he's doing is getting his hand slick; he'll even be nice and make sure it's warm before he reaches between them to wrap a hand around him, since he knows his own touch generally runs cool.
And even though he has a point to prove, Gu Yun wants to play at being experienced, so that's how he's getting treated! That is, Childe doesn't give him even a moment to get used to it before he starts to stroke, although his grip is firm and his movements are slow. Worshiping, if you will, though again, he's just getting started. If it wasn't already clear enough by his attitude, the ease with which he does this probably makes it starkly clear that this isn't his first time.]
fucking for business purposes
now that childe isnt asking him to ROLL OVER LIKE A DOG, gu yun is completely cooperative. he even keeps his commentary to himself, though it is so blatantly clear he has something to say about childe's stupid ass outfit. that's okay, he can make fun of him for it any time!
by the time childe returns, he's lounging, completely looking like a king on his throne, having shed his top layer all the way and pulled the loose tie holding his hair together near the bottom free. without any sort of covering, the scars on his body are even more obvious, widely varied in their sizes and shapes, though none so massive as the one on his chest. he doesn't have protests to be kissed, and gives as good as he gets, keeping up this non maidenly illusion perfectly fine. gu yun's a quick learner - his touches aren't too sweet, and the bite of nails at the back of his neck, the tug of his hair when childe does something he likes both come with a fighty edge.
it seems the being bossed into turning around and possibly banging that way was the issue here?! terrible. pride, indeed. his eyes are dark as he watches childe, gaze a little hungry, though maybe it's not so much for the situation as it is to learn it, to pick up on every action, every touch. maybe he's just enjoying being worshiped, or maybe he's learning. either way, gu yun's certainly not freaking out.
the slick touch of his hand is - something. gu yun's lashes flutter, and he tips his head back, propping himself up with his other hand so he can watch. a pink flush blooms on his cheeks pretty much immediately, because firm and slow sends a jolt of warm sensation down his spine and to his toes. he rolls his hips into the touch, easily, but lets childe set the pace, exhaling sharply through his nose. if there's anything gu yun is good at, it is self control - he will maintain this illusion of experienced and in charge every step of the way. ]