[ the pace he's set is bordering on punishing, brutal, but he knows more than anything that Zhongli can take it. it's perhaps one of the few truths that's been made abundantly clear whenever Childe is feeling particularly amorous, or particularly rough; even should he leave bruises on the other man's skin to blossom in the morning, Zhongli will always, always arch prettily and cry out for more. as lovely as he is, wrapped in gossamer silks and fine jewelry hanging off his form in loops tangled in the flimsy scraps of clothing, Childe thinks he looks most beautiful when he's coming apart on his cock.
his fingers grasp and squeeze, eventually dropping Zhongli's leg and grabbing his hips instead. Childe will use his strength to haul him over, rolling over onto his back and drawing Zhongli atop him, steadying him and his gravid belly before he drops his grip and yanks his thighs up again and starts bucking into him at a frantic pace. like this he can easily feel the messy splatters of cum with every plunge of his cock, hear and feel the way his seed splurts out like a severed artery, heat and slick and thick, oozing liquid making a mess over his own thighs and the ruined bedspread beneath.
but that's not enough to stop him, not nearly enough - his cock plunges up, jabbing against the inside of Zhongli's swollen belly, forcing the other down onto him again and again and making an utter mess of them both. his abdomen is smeared in white, the scent of cum and sex and sweat envelopes all his senses - and there's a knock at the door, barely heard above the steady plaplaplap of his hips fucking against Zhongli's backside and into his sloppy, abused hole.
he's close - perhaps he murmurs this in Snezhnayan, his mouth finding Zhongli's ear, teeth nipping sharply at the edge before he pants and groans and huffs into it. the poor Liyuen is being bounced around like a ragdoll and forced to endure the insistent, unending weight of cock being stuffed into him again and again and again.
the only consolation, perhaps, is that in this new position they've dislodged a good portion of his cum, which even now trickles off the sheets and onto the floor in a steady, dripping flow. there's room for another load, he knows. ]
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his fingers grasp and squeeze, eventually dropping Zhongli's leg and grabbing his hips instead. Childe will use his strength to haul him over, rolling over onto his back and drawing Zhongli atop him, steadying him and his gravid belly before he drops his grip and yanks his thighs up again and starts bucking into him at a frantic pace. like this he can easily feel the messy splatters of cum with every plunge of his cock, hear and feel the way his seed splurts out like a severed artery, heat and slick and thick, oozing liquid making a mess over his own thighs and the ruined bedspread beneath.
but that's not enough to stop him, not nearly enough - his cock plunges up, jabbing against the inside of Zhongli's swollen belly, forcing the other down onto him again and again and making an utter mess of them both. his abdomen is smeared in white, the scent of cum and sex and sweat envelopes all his senses - and there's a knock at the door, barely heard above the steady plaplaplap of his hips fucking against Zhongli's backside and into his sloppy, abused hole.
he's close - perhaps he murmurs this in Snezhnayan, his mouth finding Zhongli's ear, teeth nipping sharply at the edge before he pants and groans and huffs into it. the poor Liyuen is being bounced around like a ragdoll and forced to endure the insistent, unending weight of cock being stuffed into him again and again and again.
the only consolation, perhaps, is that in this new position they've dislodged a good portion of his cum, which even now trickles off the sheets and onto the floor in a steady, dripping flow. there's room for another load, he knows. ]