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Genesis (Zhongli x Diluc) ✦ smut, 5k

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established zhongluc that never had sex before, diluc loses his virginity, both amab and cis (he/him pronouns)

cw: blowjobs, unprotected sex, ejaculation, overall heavy sexual themes

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Top Zhongli x Bottom Diluc

Diluc turns over the page. He’s eager to find out what happens next, drunk on the story that he finds so captivating, and equally embarrassing. Zhongli also seems intrigued by the book he holds, though it is easy to guess that it’s likely a lot different than the story Diluc currently indulges in.

What will happen next? The couple finally got together after a heated, heartbreaking break-up. With them ending up at the woman’s house, tipsy and filled with the joy of reunion, naturally they are bound to have some intimate moments.

Intimate moments that Diluc likes reading about even though he has never experienced it for himself. The most he can relate to is the kissing, which he truly enjoys. Pressing his lips against Zhongli’s, how he always cups Diluc’s face gently.

The intensity, however, is still far from what he reads about. It can only match what happens before events escalate, and the duration is much longer. They kiss for hours, lazily lying on the bed, sitting at the dinner table, cuddling on the couch.

But then, nothing happens.

Either they fall asleep or one of them has to leave, something comes up before Diluc can muster up the courage to attempt more, and he knows Zhongli won’t initiate anything before he does, knowing that Diluc is not only inexperienced but also insecure about many aspects of his body.

Zhongli cherishes the fact that Diluc feels comfortable enough to open up about his issues and his lack of a sexual history, but to him, the fact that Diluc never aimed for something more is concrete evidence that he isn’t fully comfortable yet.

Zhongli doesn’t really see it as a ‘wait’, considering the possibility that it might never happen, which he is fine with. The things that made him fall in love with Diluc are far from physical reasons, they will always be there, and Zhongli will always feel lucky to exist in the presence of such light and beauty.

Despite all that, how Diluc slowly wiggles his legs extended onto Zhongli’s lap is a bit suspicious, especially when he fully retracts them and abruptly places the book facing down on the table.

“Are you alright?” Zhongli asks without looking up from the page.

Diluc clears his throat, “Yeah.”

He stands up, heading out of the room.

“Do you want anything?”

This time Zhongli does look at him, with a soft smile that forms on his lips involuntarily at the sight of Diluc’s baggy shirt, wrinkled pyjama pants and messy hair.

“No. Thank you, dear.”

Diluc hurries to leave, even faster when faced with Zhongli’s expression.

He stares at the book Diluc left on the table, still open at where he just left off.

Would it hurt to take a peek?

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Master Diluc fights an opponent that is awfully difficult to rival.

A fire in his belly that should ideally go away, but refuses to do so. He tries to clear his mind of the filth he has just read, but it is a futile attempt. It infects him as much as the feeling of Zhongli’s legs under his own and the smile he just struck at Diluc.

On the contrary to what Zhongli assumes, Diluc is ready. He feels ready, but being inexperienced at an age such as his undeniably creates an immense amount of pressure, sending him spiraling into a state of anxiety.

Maybe today is the day he finally leaves it behind. He hopes, for it is getting harder and harder to restrain himself.

When he makes his way into the living room once again, a loud gasp escapes him.

Zhongli is leaning forward, holding Diluc’s book in his hand this time.

“Hey!” he protests, to which Zhongli slowly leaves it back on the table with a gentle thud.

“Oh, apologies.”

Diluc stands by him, looking down with arms crossed at his chest and brows slightly furrowed. Zhongli looks up at him innocently, as if he hasn’t just seen the most vulgar and explicit sentences ever written.

“Were you reading it?” Diluc raises one brow, trying to read his expression but failing to do so. Zhongli leans back again, his back meets the couch as Diluc stands between his parted legs.

“Just a few paragraphs, yes.” he admits.

“What do you think?”

Zhongli places one hand on his chin, pausing with a hum before elaborating, “It’s certainly very captivating. A bit unrealistic at times, but I believe that is necessary to an extent while writing erotica. It is someone’s lustful fantasies, after all, so I could overlook that.”

Seeing how he only speaks on the form and avoids saying anything about Diluc reading this obscenity, the redhead settles next to him.

He opens his mouth, then closes it again. A few more times, he knows Zhongli is patiently waiting for him to speak up.

“You know how to do all that, right?”

Curiosity eventually gets the best of Diluc.

“How to give a blowjob?”

Zhongli asks so casually, as if it is so inconsequential, as if it isn’t already making Diluc’s cheeks heat up.

“Yes.” he avoids looking at Zhongli.

“I believe so.”

Diluc nods, “Okay.”

But Zhongli doesn’t pick up his own book again, and neither does Diluc. There’s one more thing he wants to ask, and Zhongli is almost certain that the question is coming even though he is unaware of its content.

They sit side by side, their outer thighs barely touching, but Zhongli still can feel how warm he is.

“Would you…”

An almost unnoticeable pause, it’s too late to swallow it now.

“...teach me?”

“Oh?”

Oh.

Out of all the things he expected, Zhongli certainly hadn't seen this coming.

“Of course.” he hides his surprise.

Diluc scoots closer to him, which signals to Zhongli that it’s not a plan into the future, Diluc wants to learn now, right here.

He turns his head to face the redhead, smiling at how close they already are.

Staring at Zhongli, Diluc always realizes how much he has missed him. Even when they are in the same room, spending most of their days together, reading on the couch with Diluc’s legs over his lap, it doesn’t erase the never-ending yearning from his heart.

Diluc has heard the term 'honeymoon phase' before, referring to how couples can never get enough of each other during the first few weeks or months of their relationship, and he has waited. Waited for it to go away so his heart could stop sinking whenever Zhongli had to leave his side.

But it doesn’t.

Looking at him now, Diluc can’t focus on anything but the urge to press forward, so he does. He closes the gap between their faces, pressing a kiss onto Zhongli’s lips hesitantly. His confidence grows as Zhongli presses back, leaving gentle pecks on Diluc’s lower lip.

But then, the kiss deepens. Diluc can’t put his finger on it, but he feels his breath go shaky under Zhongli’s lips. It’s different from the comfortable, lax nature of their kisses. Diluc can feel the weight of it, and soon enough, Zhongli’s tongue slowly slithering into his mouth.

Diluc holds back a gasp and parts his lips, his chest heaves with excitement, unsteady breaths failing to catch up to the surge of adrenaline that roams his veins, until a hand reaches out for his, intertwining their fingers together.

Zhongli’s palm kisses his as his thumb brushes against the back of his hand soothingly.

Zhongli is comfort and safety, exuding warmth in a drastically different way from Diluc.

Diluc finds his own flames destructive, frivolously impulsive at times, ready to devour all in his path, sometimes ripping out beloved things from his heart as well.

The damage he inflicts is irreversible, unpredictable and dangerous. Bright flames that burn all to ashes and then burn the ashes themselves until there is nothing left.

Nothing left to bloom, even the soil fried away with unbridled rage.

Zhongli, on the other hand, his warmth only ever comforts Diluc. Compared to himself, Zhongli is like the sun. His rays shining down on you from afar, too gentle to hurt. He lights up the path, uncovers the unknown, conquers all that one might fear.

As strong as Diluc’s flames, but instead dissipating in the air, entering all with the intention to nurture, to preserve. Seeping into the deep cracks inside Diluc’s heart, he fills them with love and light, patching up all his wounds and restoring the sparkling pupils of his broken smile.

Diluc feels so weak against him, but so strong with him.

He crumbles under Zhongli’s movements, how he holds his face and roams the inside of his mouth with his tongue, tugging at Diluc’s bottom lip with his teeth teasingly.

When they’re both out of breath, Zhongli pulls away, the two pant into each other’s mouths lustfully as Diluc’s heart thumps on his ribcage.

Zhongli tangles his fingers in the silky, crimson red locks, “It's important to prepare your partner mentally, first. The body responds faster than the mind when it comes to these matters, at least based on what I have observed.” he explains in an impressively level-headed manner. Diluc doubts that he could put two and two together, let alone speak this eloquently while the strange yet beautiful sensation invades his mind.

Zhongli’s hand travels down to his neck, then over to his chest and his tummy. Though, with no grip, only fingertips brushing against Diluc’s clothes and eventually stopping at his lower-abdomen.

“May I touch you?” he asks over a kiss he places right below Diluc’s ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

Diluc would slaughter an entire Fatui camp on his own for Zhongli to touch him. Well, truth be told, he would also slaughter a Fatui camp for fun.

He nods, and Zhongli lightly palms over his erection.

“Please stop me if you feel uncomfortable.” he presses another kiss on Diluc’s lips. He feels more than comfortable, fighting the urge to grind up into Zhongli’s hand as his fingers move over the outline of the thin fabric.

“You ease into it. Because it feels pretty selfish when someone else is doing all the work. So they should feel that…” Zhongli’s lips hover over his neck, “...you're excited about it as well.”

He leaves a wet trail with his tongue, gently sucking and brushing against the sensitive skin with his teeth.

“That you don't see it as a chore, and you wish to please them, truly.” Zhongli’s hand finally slips inside his underwear.

Diluc already feels like he could release at any moment, his jaw clenches, yet a sharp hiss escapes from in between his teeth. Fingers that are cooler against his burning skin, wrapping around his core that desperately, hungrily begs for attention.

Zhongli slides forward and back, pushing his thumb into the slit, eliciting muffled noises of pleasure between Diluc’s erratic breaths.

Zhongli perfectly feels how flustered he is, working Diluc out until he’s close and then slowing down purposefully. Compared to his usual self, Diluc is much easier to read now that he squirms and pants under his touch.

Even with his attempts to silence himself, Zhongli can expertly calculate an ideal course of action. It is a situation he wants to handle as delicately as possible, but with Diluc turning into a sweaty mess with every passing minute, Zhongli doesn’t want to let him go. His heavy-breathing is music to his ears.

He retracts his hand, getting ready to settle between Diluc’s legs as the redhead tugs on his shirt.

“What’s wrong?” Zhongli kneels down on the floor, looking up at Diluc when what the motion indicates is already clear.

“Take it off.”

Diluc immediately regrets speaking up. His voice is so hoarse, so needy, it even cracks a bit towards the end of his sentence, yet he notices the sparks that light up in Zhongli’s eyes.

He hums, swiftly removing and folding the shirt as Diluc hurriedly tosses his away.

With a look of confirmation, Zhongli rids Diluc of his pants and underwear as well, leaving him completely naked on the couch with precum dribbling down his tip.

“You can also lay on top, but I personally find this angle more comfortable. It’s easier to move around since your head isn’t weighing down.” Zhongli continues the class calmly as the vibrations of his voice send a twitch into Diluc’s cock.

More comfortable. How many times has he done this, Diluc can’t help but wonder.

“There's no need to rush, take your time and start out slow.”

With his last piece of advice for the moment, Zhongli leans forward, one hand stroking Diluc’s thigh and the other wrapping around his base. He licks off an incoming drop of precum forming at the slit, swirling his tongue around the tip at an excruciatingly slow pace.

Diluc can’t tell what he feels, a sensation that could easily make him cry if he wanted to.

Zhongli’s beautiful eyelashes flutter, looking down as Diluc watches him intently. He grips tightly to his seat when Zhongli begins to work his way down, tongue slicking Diluc diligently.

But just as he expects Zhongli’s lips to close around him, he pulls away.

“It is pretty sensitive, and your mouth is warm and soft, so as long as you keep your teeth out of the way, it can't be too bad.” he smiles while Diluc shuts his mouth tight to hold back a whine.

“You conceal them with your lips and ideally flatten your tongue, and there should be plenty of space.” he explains and then illustrates the desired shape with his lips.

“Understood.” Diluc replies, in hopes that it will help him get back to it as swiftly as possible.

Luckily, Zhongli doesn’t waste another second before entertaining his silent request.

Soft lips engulf him, inch by inch. Diluc freezes, static as a statue except for his heaving chest and the drops of sweat trickling down from his forehead.

It feels absolutely heavenly when Zhongli reaches the base, bobbing his head back and forth while attaining a slow rhythm.

Diluc moans, glued to the seat. He can't peel his eyes away from Zhongli. Diluc wants him to look up, to see his face clearly while his lips are stretched over his cock. Unfortunately, his state isn't quite ideal for speaking. As if he can read Diluc's mind, Zhongli suddenly looks up, pushing himself all the way forward until the tip is captured by the back of his throat, an area so tight that a few drops leak from Diluc as he stops himself mid-orgasm.

A sharp pain settles on his groin, a groan from Zhongli's lips vibrates around his cock when he finally gets a taste. Diluc's resolve is impressive, but Zhongli is dedicated to break him down. He gags again, this time staying out for longer and swallowing loudly so that his throat contracts around Diluc.

Too much to handle, especially as Zhongli looks up at him daringly. Diluc's head falls back, gaze now facing upward while he tries to steady his breaths to the best of his ability.

Zhongli doesn't hold back, choking and gagging, somehow very elegantly, until he pulls away, out of breath with his cheeks flushed, “And of course, take breaks when you get tired.” he advises, one hand wrapping around Diluc’s cock so that he doesn’t suffer from a lack of stimulation.

Only this time, even his hand is enough to drive Diluc insane, oversensitive and slippery with Zhongli’s saliva.

“What do you like?” he asks softly.

Diluc feels his limbs freeze once again, too shy to gaze down at Zhongli so he keeps watching the ceiling trying to understand the question.

“Anything that stands out?” he rephrases.

Diluc can’t think of a non-vulgar way to phrase it, and realistically he is enjoying all that Zhongli has been doing up to now. “W—why do you want to know?” he asks abruptly, making Zhongli chuckle.

“Well, it can serve as a guide, trying things you like on yourself when you're with a partner. You don't have to tell me, of course. But coming up with an answer might help you out as well.”

Diluc takes a deep breath, neck still resting on the couch. He truly wants to tell Zhongli, solely for having him do more of it, the thing Diluc has taken a liking to almost immediately. He wants to tell Zhongli what it is, to let him know how much it riles him up, to beg for more.

“I like the thing where you... When it was... deep and you... gulped.” he sloppily gets it off his chest, sounding a lot less distinguished than he originally planned.

Zhongli hums, his warm breath hovers over Diluc as he pushes him all the way back into his throat without a warning.

“Fuck.” Diluc gasps, incoherent moans and pleas involuntarily leave his mouth while he trembles and fights back the tears of pleasure forming on the corners of his eyes.

“Keep doing that. Zhongli—I'm gonna—hah…”

It’s his most successful attempt to form a sentence, cut-off again, not because of Zhongli, but because of his own hips spasming intensely as he spills down his throat. Though Diluc can’t see, he can feel the abnormal amount he produces, a heavy load that Zhongli silently drinks up.

When Diluc is finally done, Zhongli pulls back, leaving gentle, soothing strokes all over his thighs to help him come down, “Was that helpful?”

Diluc lets out a long, relaxed exhale, gaining composure once again.

“Very much so. My turn, now.” he slides off the couch onto the floor.

Zhongli’s eyebrows raise, in awe of how Diluc wants to go on despite his spent and drained body, “Oh, you're going to... Now?”

“Well, how can I get better without proper practice?”

Zhongli smirks, an eager scholar, he is pleased to find out.

They switch places, Zhongli’s pants are lowered to his ankles quickly. Diluc places his hands on his thighs and raises to meet his face.

He rubs his cheek on Zhongli’s neck lovingly, like a grateful cat he snuggles over his chest, knees already aching over the hardwood floors.

Zhongli’s fingers run through his hair as he leaves the crook of his neck to face him.

“I'm not saying this because of what you said earlier but, I really do want to do this. The books are... something I have indulged in ever since I was a teenager, I don't think much of them. But now they… make me think about…”

Diluc falters.

“What I mean to say is that I find myself imagining—”

The words stay put in his throat no matter how much he wants to push them out. How he wants to tell Zhongli that all he can think about while reading those novels is him. Usually not the story behind it, as he doesn’t particularly enjoy the tropes, the miscommunication, occasional cheating, the unhealthy dynamics and the fights.

His reality is so much better than those poor characters suffering, but as soon as things get hot and heavy, he can’t help but picture himself under Zhongli, moaning and writhing.

“Imagining us?”

Zhongli finishes the sentence for him, hoping to put an end to his misery.

Diluc nods, abashed of the thoughts that cross his mind.

“I'm embarrassed to ask, but… I really want to—learn how to please you.” he settles on the floor fully without looking up, eyes lingering on Zhongli’s lean muscles, his beautiful hands that rest over his thighs.

Excitement and sudden confidence runs through Diluc’s body, realizing how close he is to touching Zhongli, to tasting him for the first time.

He looks up, “It’s a book after all, so I can’t hear it but—how would you sound? I would like to hear it.”

“I would never deprive you of it, my dear.” Zhongli replies sincerely.

Diluc gulps. He wants to see this man euphoric, wallowing in lust, having the best time of his life. He wants to make Zhongli feel as good as he does him, not right away of course, but over time.

Diluc wants to find out every little thing that makes his heart skip a beat.

But, even a journey of a thousand miles starts with a step, so he takes it. Slowly, wrapping his tongue around Zhongli, trying to emulate it the way he did.

Seeing how hard he is helps Diluc build more confidence. Zhongli almost fully erect just from sucking him off, an enticing sight.

After a few, long drags with his tongue, he envelopes Zhongli within his lips, moving down carefully not to hurt him. He tries to go off of what he knows, even though he has no experience with this, Diluc masturbates occasionally. Not so frequently when they are together, but a slightly concerning amount when Zhongli is away.

Despite being very intelligent, Master Diluc fails to notice the pattern.

What he knows for sure is the existence of a few sensitive spots that drive him insane, so he tries to simulate the movements of his hand with his tongue, sucking on experimentally at those areas, until he hears a grunt.

He stops, then laps his tongue over Zhongli’s base again to receive a similar reaction.

An experiment.

To see if it was an accidental noise, yet it arises again.

Diluc looks up, he gazes deep into Zhongli’s eyes and repeats the motion one more time.

His eyebrows, even if it’s for a split second, create a desperate look of pleasure before settling into their original places.

Delicious, something so miniscule but enough to make Diluc grin mischievously.

He continues, generously abusing the weakness he has stumbled upon.

The side of the couch squeaks, Diluc doesn’t need to take a look to know that it’s Zhongli’s fingers squeezing the fabric tightly.

He now feels more confident about taking him in even though he struggles to go all the way, but watching how Zhongli’s amber pupils light up motivates him.

Until Zhongli tenses up with a sudden hiss, “Teeth, Diluc.”

He pulls back anxiously, noticing how he was slipping up.

“I’m sorry.”

Zhongli cups his face as the sharp, momentary sting vanishes, “It’s okay. It’s a bit hard to adjust.” he coos, “You’re doing great. Are you tired?”

“No. Can I go on?”

Zhongli smiles, who is he to say no when Diluc asks with that flustered expression?

“Of course, I’m all yours.”

All his.

Diluc wants to feel it in a different way tonight. He yearns for Zhongli to claim him, to hold him close and utter his name in lust.

It encourages him even more, so he slides forward until the tip of his cock reaches the back of his throat.

Zhongli gasps, caught off guard since it isn’t the most beginner-friendly technique. It is a bit sloppy, how he fails to close his mouth properly due to the intrusion, but it is such a tight space that Zhongli can’t help but groan.

Diluc repeats the motion a few more times, continuing regardless of the gagging and choking he has to suffer through. Primarily because he finds the feeling of fullness a lot more enjoyable than he anticipated, and also because he doesn’t want to stop drinking up the sweet sounds that spill from Zhongli’s lips.

Diluc reaches for his hand, dropping it at his hair as Zhongli latches on. His movements are a bit weaker, turning slapdash as he gets more tired. Zhongli takes over, seeing that he wants to continue but is too exhausted to do so.

He slides Diluc’s head back and forth, impaling his throat with every thrust as their moans fill the room. Though, when Zhongli feels close, he pulls the redhead away. Even if he’s doing alright so far, the taste is less than pleasant.

Diluc doesn’t protest. He watches, mesmerized as Zhongli gives himself a few harsh tugs and releases down Diluc’s chest. The rush is unmatched, hearing low grunts and watching Zhongli shut his eyes tightly as warm liquid drips down Diluc’s skin.

Both out of breath, they spare a few moments to calm down before Zhongli leans forward to clean him up with his shirt.

He holds Diluc by the neck, pressing a loving kiss on the top of his head as Diluc holds onto his wrist. He raises his face up to Zhongli, longing for their lips to touch with an unchaste gaze.

But they don’t until Diluc slowly climbs up to his lap, sinking with a sigh as his own saliva wets his thighs. Zhongli’s arms wrap around his waist, admiring his beauty, kissing at his blushing cheeks and pulling him even closer.

Diluc sloppily traces his lips with his tongue, pushing it into Zhongli’s mouth zealously.

His body trembles and melts under Zhongli’s touch even when he’s barely doing anything.

One of his hands trails down, brushing lightly against his entrance.

Diluc breaks away from the kiss with a laugh, ticklish at the smooth touch. Zhongli smiles, the sound of his laughter that he absolutely adores. He’s the only person granted the opportunity to hear it everyday, and he holds that blessing near and dear to his heart.

Zhongli adjusts his grip, pressing a finger more firmly against his hole, careful not to tickle him, “Better?”

Diluc hums, eager to have him inside. And when Zhongli finally pushes in, a sensation Diluc only knows from his own fingers, turns into something that makes his entire body jolt instantly. The silly smirk lingering on his face leaves its place to eyes veiled with desire.

“Beautiful.” Zhongli coos, retracting his hand and pushing forward again.

“Zhongli…” Diluc wavers, its intoxicating, lighting a spark of greed in his lower belly.

“You are.” Zhongli holds him in place by the waist, “The prettiest one I have ever laid my eyes on. Inside and out.”

He adds another finger, seeing how Diluc is already grinding down at his hand, “I am truly lucky.”

Diluc buries his head in Zhongli’s neck, inhaling the sweet, oaky scent, allowing his fingers to stretch him out.

He loves Zhongli, and he loves being loved by Zhongli. For once in his life, Diluc feels deserving of someone’s affection.

“I love you.” he breathes out.

This time, his declaration is feral, not only from the heart but also from between his legs, kissing up at the man that overwhelms him with pleasure, whispering in his ear how much he needs him.

Zhongli pulls his fingers out, jerking himself a few times before lifting Diluc’s hips and lining up under his quivering hole.

Diluc hisses at the intrusion, eyes widening at the girth as he second-guesses whether he can take it all in. His muscles tense up, it gets gradually harder for Zhongli to work his way through.

“Breathe.” he brushes the sweaty red strands away from Diluc’s face, “We’ll stop if it’s too much.”

Diluc submits, clearing his head, taking a deep breath and releasing the strain on his lower body. Eventually, he feels himself become more spacious, allowing more to slide inside with ease. Soon the pain vanishes, leaving only waves of pleasure that ripple through his body.

Sounds and expressions that Zhongli only recognizes from the battlefield, only when Diluc is consumed, but now without his brows furrowed with rage. A complete lack of fury and an abundance of passion, a rare occurrence for Master Diluc.

Zhongli pushes him all the way down, brushing against his prostate experimentally, but Diluc remains undisturbed. He growls for more, now assisting the movements with his hips as well.

Zhongli leaves kisses on his chin, happy to notice a look of pride on Diluc’s face, "Knowing what a rebellious spirit you are, should I be flattered that you're so obedient with me?" he jests, voice so raspy that it makes Diluc’s insides squirm.

"Simply because you have more experience in the field."

Diluc feels his hips get raised again, but the plunge he anticipates doesn’t follow. Zhongli tilts his head slightly to the side, keeping only the tip inside.

"Ah. So when you're well-versed, you'll be ordering me around?" he brushes his nose against Diluc’s as the redhead cups his face.

"Would you like that?"

"Oh, absolutely. Command suits you, my love."

Zhongli’s eyes darken, a bright light flashes across his pupils when Diluc attempts to wiggle his hips down.

"Then you should teach me well." he hisses, prayers answered in a more aggressive manner than expected when Zhongli harshly slams him down, tip digging into his prostate viciously.

Diluc’s eyes widen, a shrill cry at the pleasure and pain and the brutal stretch as Zhongli splits him open.

"Good enough?" he licks at Diluc’s parted lips.

Diluc’s heart drops all the way down to his stomach, his limp body collapses onto Zhongli, yet he holds on tight.

“Keep… going…” he whimpers, allowing Zhongli to fuck him senselessly while his own bodyweight further facilitates the intensity of his deep thrusts.

Zhongli holds him close, proud of his beloved for handling it so well. So tight for him, inviting and warm. Daring and cheeky. Shy. All facets of Diluc he witnesses during daily life, packed into one moment.

“I’m glad to be your first.” Zhongli can’t help but remark.

It’s a sentence he never expected to utter, considering how the concept of virginity matters so little to him compared to mortals. But it is important to Diluc, being able to open himself up, lucky enough for it to be with a person who has cherished him deeply for years, someone who has never passed down judgment on him even during his darkest hours.

Seeing Diluc comfortable and content, Zhongli would sacrifice his all for such a noble goal.

Diluc wants him to be the second and the third, the hundredth and the thousandth. He wants all of Zhongli, and he wants nothing but him. No one else wrapping their arms around him, no one else running their fingers through his hair.

“Be my last, Zhongli. Promise me.”

He watches a glossy layer set over Zhongli’s eyes before warmth overtakes them both.

“I promise.”

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