[Zhongli can't find the words for what he's feeling. heat fills his whole body as Childe's cock juts out against his belly, balls-deep and impossibly hot. then still, still, there's more heat flooding him, thick and warm.
his body feels like it's melting, moaning and gasping as his belly distends further. how much more can he take...? Childe is kissing at his neck and over his skin, and his fingers grip more tightly where they hold. he's lost everything now, all the sense and eloquence he has. breaths shudder through him in helpless gasps, his body throbbing hopelessly as cum gushes out of his abused hole and drips down his thighs. the air is quiet, almost achingly so, and he has to struggle to regain focus when Childe speaks.]
Ah? Ah.... [what would he like? lips press to his neck and he closes his eyes. what would he like....]
I can't... think... [if he's not careful, he thinks he might just collapse. his face is already set in the bed, and he's suddenly aware of how dry his mouth is, how much he's drooled in the past moments.]
Different... different clothes would be nice. A room of my own.
[he's never felt this exhausted in his life. his belly shifts with every breath, every word, and he's still lost for it. just... just a little bit of distance. just a little time to himself, where he's not being worn down to the ragged edge. Gods, he needs to recuperate after this, especially. there's only one way this could get any worse...]
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his body feels like it's melting, moaning and gasping as his belly distends further. how much more can he take...? Childe is kissing at his neck and over his skin, and his fingers grip more tightly where they hold. he's lost everything now, all the sense and eloquence he has. breaths shudder through him in helpless gasps, his body throbbing hopelessly as cum gushes out of his abused hole and drips down his thighs. the air is quiet, almost achingly so, and he has to struggle to regain focus when Childe speaks.]
Ah? Ah.... [what would he like? lips press to his neck and he closes his eyes. what would he like....]
I can't... think... [if he's not careful, he thinks he might just collapse. his face is already set in the bed, and he's suddenly aware of how dry his mouth is, how much he's drooled in the past moments.]
Different... different clothes would be nice. A room of my own.
[he's never felt this exhausted in his life. his belly shifts with every breath, every word, and he's still lost for it. just... just a little bit of distance. just a little time to himself, where he's not being worn down to the ragged edge. Gods, he needs to recuperate after this, especially. there's only one way this could get any worse...]