Childe can't help but to praise the man in his head, his attention too fixated on his writhing, twisting body to really attempt to do anything else except to look. his fingers are insistent, pistoning into Zhongli's tight, sloppy heat, dragging the cum out of him with the momentum to spill threads of white into the water beneath them. the squelching as the deluge is worked out of him is music to his ears, second only to the man's vibrant, wet moans as he's fucked and emptied all at the same time.
his tongue laves a long, wet stripe up along the delectable stretch of the other man's neck and he murmurs affections into it, soft and hot and lusting, possessive in how raw and genuine in its intensity.
Zhongli may have talked him into giving him a room, but that didn't mean he would give him his freedom. not when his want for the other man was so strong it was practically palpable, not when, even now, his cock is throbbing and hardening and leaking pre-cum down the middle of his back, slicking up his sweat-dampened skin with the promise of another round. ]
Do you know how fucking beautiful you look right now, Zhongli? Spread open on my fingers - [ he crooks them, then spreads them wide, allowing a steady trickle to ooze out of him. ] - leaking my seed? Fuck, if only you were a woman - I would marry you, keep you full with my spend for days. Would you like that, Zhongli?
[ the last bit is voiced with a tug to his restricted cock. another squeeze around the base keeps his continued orgasms at bay even as his fingers find his prostate and fuck into it, keeping him continuously stimulated. ]
You want me to knock you up? Force you to bear me a child?
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Childe can't help but to praise the man in his head, his attention too fixated on his writhing, twisting body to really attempt to do anything else except to look. his fingers are insistent, pistoning into Zhongli's tight, sloppy heat, dragging the cum out of him with the momentum to spill threads of white into the water beneath them. the squelching as the deluge is worked out of him is music to his ears, second only to the man's vibrant, wet moans as he's fucked and emptied all at the same time.
his tongue laves a long, wet stripe up along the delectable stretch of the other man's neck and he murmurs affections into it, soft and hot and lusting, possessive in how raw and genuine in its intensity.
Zhongli may have talked him into giving him a room, but that didn't mean he would give him his freedom. not when his want for the other man was so strong it was practically palpable, not when, even now, his cock is throbbing and hardening and leaking pre-cum down the middle of his back, slicking up his sweat-dampened skin with the promise of another round. ]
Do you know how fucking beautiful you look right now, Zhongli? Spread open on my fingers - [ he crooks them, then spreads them wide, allowing a steady trickle to ooze out of him. ] - leaking my seed? Fuck, if only you were a woman - I would marry you, keep you full with my spend for days. Would you like that, Zhongli?
[ the last bit is voiced with a tug to his restricted cock. another squeeze around the base keeps his continued orgasms at bay even as his fingers find his prostate and fuck into it, keeping him continuously stimulated. ]
You want me to knock you up? Force you to bear me a child?