[ at the brush of fingers over his arm he only tightens his grip further, readjusting it to rest somewhere that isn't the largest swell of the other's belly and encircling it around Zhongli's ribs. these exhausting days tend to see the Harbinger sleeping in for much longer than he usually does - perhaps as a means of recovering the energy he'd used up throughout the night - and it is not an uncommon thing to see him up and about after noon.
the bird chirps again and even the little note it sings is enough to make his brows furrow with discomfort. slowly, blearily, his lashes flutter open and his body shifts where it's pressed up against the other man, gently dislodging his cock a few inches and causing seed to trickle slowly out from Zhongli's exhausted hole. the sensation of being inside something warm and wet and yielding is enough to wake him up just a little bit more if only for the prospect of more sex, and he smothers a yawn against the other's neck before his hips gently roll themselves forward. ]
G'morning... [ he says, tired, and then repeats it again in Snezhnayan. his cock buries itself in to the root with a small squelch to announce the hilting, his legs moving to gently intertwine with Zhongli's own. while not nearly as hard as he could be, it probably wouldn't take much to get him there.
the arm wrapped around Zhongli's waist shifts and a warm, affectionate palm slides over the foreigner's belly. ]
Did I fuck you pregnant last night? I'm surprised I managed to plug all of it up.
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the bird chirps again and even the little note it sings is enough to make his brows furrow with discomfort. slowly, blearily, his lashes flutter open and his body shifts where it's pressed up against the other man, gently dislodging his cock a few inches and causing seed to trickle slowly out from Zhongli's exhausted hole. the sensation of being inside something warm and wet and yielding is enough to wake him up just a little bit more if only for the prospect of more sex, and he smothers a yawn against the other's neck before his hips gently roll themselves forward. ]
G'morning... [ he says, tired, and then repeats it again in Snezhnayan. his cock buries itself in to the root with a small squelch to announce the hilting, his legs moving to gently intertwine with Zhongli's own. while not nearly as hard as he could be, it probably wouldn't take much to get him there.
the arm wrapped around Zhongli's waist shifts and a warm, affectionate palm slides over the foreigner's belly. ]
Did I fuck you pregnant last night? I'm surprised I managed to plug all of it up.