Ooh, fuck. [ it comes out as a breathless pant against Zhongli's ear, his arms tightening around his waist as his cock throbs and twitches inside of him. it's not as though there hasn't been days like this already, when Childe is so taken with Zhongli upon waking he immediately shirks his duties to quite literally spend all day in bed fucking his captive, stopping to break only to have meals brought to his room and the occasional bathing.

doubtless the maids would have given him a earful if they weren't long since accustomed to it - since they'd already had to change the sheets many times since Zhongli's arrival - but Childe could care less about any kind of tongue lashing, more than content to indulge in the pretty foreigner as much as he wanted without repercussions.

but perhaps, in this instance, he might let Zhongli off. even if the Liyuen is still trembling around him, face and body warm and taut with the pleasure washing over him. ]

What's important to you, Zolotse? [ the affectionate nickname rolls easily off his tongue, his hips moving in slow, gyrating rocks as though he means to thoroughly stretch the rim of the other's entrance around the girth of his cock. ] And I'm not cheating. It's not my fault I can't control myself around you. You're more than welcome to get up.

[ so saying, he quickly unwinds his arms from around Zhongli's stomach and settles them on his waist instead. they don't pull or push him off, just simply rest there, granting the illusion of free will should Zhongli decide to try and rise to his feet.

it's probably telling that his cock is already half-hard, buried to the root deep inside of the other man. ]