Zhongli is breathtaking when he comes, and it's both the sight of the man under him in rapturous pleasure and the tight grip around his cock that make him still completely, so taken in by the sight of the foreigner under him that he can't help but to stop and stare.
It's not like he hasn't seen him in the throes of orgasm before, of course; it's easy to look up from where he's sucking Zhongli's cock or teasing the rim of his ass with his dick, but somehow, buried inside him like he is, it feels much more intense, much more intimate than all the other times combined. He can feel the way the brunet's entire body seizes up around him, feel the way he's wracked with waves of pleasure as he tumbles over the edge and splatters himself with ropes of cum that reach far up along his chest.
His lips crush against Zhongli's own before he can help himself, swallowing up his cries as though they were the sustenance he so desperately craved, right before he doubles down and fucks the man through his orgasm to take advantage of that exquisite tightness. His hips slap wetly against Zhongli's thighs with every driving thrust down, the tip of his cock smashing against his insides and against his stomach splattered with seed as Childe chases after his own finish in a frenzy of lust and hunger.
And then, when he cums, he does so with a groan that gets swallowed up in Zhongli's mouth, fucking his spend as deep inside of him as he can possibly get, feeling sloppy globs of it clinging to his dick every time he pulls out before he pushes it back in again. Whether it's because of a side-effect or the transformation or not, there's a lot to be had this time around; Zhongli can probably feel the way it spurts in hot, thick jets inside of him, painting his insides settling in his stomach thick enough to start filling it out into a swell. ]
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Zhongli is breathtaking when he comes, and it's both the sight of the man under him in rapturous pleasure and the tight grip around his cock that make him still completely, so taken in by the sight of the foreigner under him that he can't help but to stop and stare.
It's not like he hasn't seen him in the throes of orgasm before, of course; it's easy to look up from where he's sucking Zhongli's cock or teasing the rim of his ass with his dick, but somehow, buried inside him like he is, it feels much more intense, much more intimate than all the other times combined. He can feel the way the brunet's entire body seizes up around him, feel the way he's wracked with waves of pleasure as he tumbles over the edge and splatters himself with ropes of cum that reach far up along his chest.
His lips crush against Zhongli's own before he can help himself, swallowing up his cries as though they were the sustenance he so desperately craved, right before he doubles down and fucks the man through his orgasm to take advantage of that exquisite tightness. His hips slap wetly against Zhongli's thighs with every driving thrust down, the tip of his cock smashing against his insides and against his stomach splattered with seed as Childe chases after his own finish in a frenzy of lust and hunger.
And then, when he cums, he does so with a groan that gets swallowed up in Zhongli's mouth, fucking his spend as deep inside of him as he can possibly get, feeling sloppy globs of it clinging to his dick every time he pulls out before he pushes it back in again. Whether it's because of a side-effect or the transformation or not, there's a lot to be had this time around; Zhongli can probably feel the way it spurts in hot, thick jets inside of him, painting his insides settling in his stomach thick enough to start filling it out into a swell. ]