What sort of host would I be if I didn't help you out?
[ the way that Zhongli melts into him, his head lolling over to the side to allow him room to lave attention on his neck with lips and teeth and tongue... it makes something hot and tight coil in his lower belly, the finger he's gently probing against Zhongli's rim sliding in knuckle-deep in response.
it doesn't take much longer before it's joined by a second, and he scissors and stretches them wide before pulling them out just enough that he can hold the other's entrance open with the tips. ]
I'm not teasing you. I'm helping you.
[ and as if to prove this point, he readjusts his probing touch - immediately sliding two fingers into Zhongli at once and curling, then pulling back to start scooping the cum out of his body. ]
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[ the way that Zhongli melts into him, his head lolling over to the side to allow him room to lave attention on his neck with lips and teeth and tongue... it makes something hot and tight coil in his lower belly, the finger he's gently probing against Zhongli's rim sliding in knuckle-deep in response.
it doesn't take much longer before it's joined by a second, and he scissors and stretches them wide before pulling them out just enough that he can hold the other's entrance open with the tips. ]
I'm not teasing you. I'm helping you.
[ and as if to prove this point, he readjusts his probing touch - immediately sliding two fingers into Zhongli at once and curling, then pulling back to start scooping the cum out of his body. ]