[He can't think. Archons, it's like his entire mind migrated downward, legs trembling where they're still trapped as Childe slumps down over him. Sweat gleams over them both, and cum creates little absent patterns on pale skin. Zhongli's head tilts up to allow Childe's face to nuzzle in close, and his voice is soft and thick as he pants.
There's a thread of tiredness that creeps in among everything, and he suspects it has much to do with just how hard he was fucked, how much fills his body now. Childe's cock twitches and he's almost relieved that it seems almost feeble. If he didn't need a test after that, the foreigner wouldn't know what to do.
As it is, all he can do is wait. The harbinger's cock keeps him stopped up and full, and he's surprised to find he doesn't really mind...]
... you can let me go, now...
[He shifts his arms where they're still pressed to the bed, his tone alone half a promise that he won't move.]
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There's a thread of tiredness that creeps in among everything, and he suspects it has much to do with just how hard he was fucked, how much fills his body now. Childe's cock twitches and he's almost relieved that it seems almost feeble. If he didn't need a test after that, the foreigner wouldn't know what to do.
As it is, all he can do is wait. The harbinger's cock keeps him stopped up and full, and he's surprised to find he doesn't really mind...]
... you can let me go, now...
[He shifts his arms where they're still pressed to the bed, his tone alone half a promise that he won't move.]