[under any other circumstance, he tells himself he would try to break free. That his hands wouldn't stay idle at the sides of the tub, holding on for dear life. It may not be true, not in its entirety... but he says it to himself nonetheless.
Stimulation claws and curls around him as Childe's fingers fuck mercilessly into him, globs of cum squelching, sloshing, splattering into the water below. He can't avoid it, can't quiet himself as his body shudders to accept everything it's given. Even if it's just the man's fingers, the swipe of his tongue along heated, sweat-touched skin... he can feel the cock pressed to his back, precum smearing against his flesh and throbbing there, a constant reminder.]
I-- i...!
[He yowls when those fingers flex and spread, stretching his hole wide to allow seed to trickle or pour out of it. It's so much, it's too much by far, and he hates the way it makes him whimper like he's some needy pup. Eyelids flutter and he exhales sharply, inhaling a gasp when the harbinger tugs at his cock. He so hard, it hurts... his balls feel tense and tight, but he can't-- he can't...]
St-- st-aah!
[fingers find his prostate and Zhongli's tongue lolls out of his mouth at the sheer amount of stimulation, body thrashing what little it can. He tries to speak, again and again, but only manages more moans and gasps. Hips buck and squirm only to continue without relief, heat brimming at his eyes.]
Chi-- lde- please-
[His balls tense again and the foreigner groans, breath catching in his throat with a little hic. How much more does he intend to do? His whole body aches for release, denied with every breath. Never in all his years has he been so pressed. Not even when he was building Liyue with his own hands, when he buried Gods and demons in the earth and seas. Being so thoroughly beaten feels wrong, and he can feel the thoughts of what it might be like seeping in to his thoughts. They mean nothing, he thinks; they only serve to propel Childe's fingers, the strange narrative he's taken.
Neither of them will see nor feel the little shift, the spark of gold that lights up and fizzles to nothing along his back. Not with how overstimulated the sealed God is, surely.]
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Stimulation claws and curls around him as Childe's fingers fuck mercilessly into him, globs of cum squelching, sloshing, splattering into the water below. He can't avoid it, can't quiet himself as his body shudders to accept everything it's given. Even if it's just the man's fingers, the swipe of his tongue along heated, sweat-touched skin... he can feel the cock pressed to his back, precum smearing against his flesh and throbbing there, a constant reminder.]
I-- i...!
[He yowls when those fingers flex and spread, stretching his hole wide to allow seed to trickle or pour out of it. It's so much, it's too much by far, and he hates the way it makes him whimper like he's some needy pup. Eyelids flutter and he exhales sharply, inhaling a gasp when the harbinger tugs at his cock. He so hard, it hurts... his balls feel tense and tight, but he can't-- he can't...]
St-- st-aah!
[fingers find his prostate and Zhongli's tongue lolls out of his mouth at the sheer amount of stimulation, body thrashing what little it can. He tries to speak, again and again, but only manages more moans and gasps. Hips buck and squirm only to continue without relief, heat brimming at his eyes.]
Chi-- lde- please-
[His balls tense again and the foreigner groans, breath catching in his throat with a little hic. How much more does he intend to do? His whole body aches for release, denied with every breath. Never in all his years has he been so pressed. Not even when he was building Liyue with his own hands, when he buried Gods and demons in the earth and seas. Being so thoroughly beaten feels wrong, and he can feel the thoughts of what it might be like seeping in to his thoughts. They mean nothing, he thinks; they only serve to propel Childe's fingers, the strange narrative he's taken.
Neither of them will see nor feel the little shift, the spark of gold that lights up and fizzles to nothing along his back. Not with how overstimulated the sealed God is, surely.]