[ The tension of the other's body in his hold doesn't go unnoticed, and Childe relishes in every single reaction wrung out of him with each curl and press of his tongue inside the beautiful foreigner. He can feel his own saliva dribbling down his chin in the process, but he doesn't care; instead of wiping at it with his hands he instead moves them around and down, gripping the swell of ass and lifting the other up into him.
Now with the brunet all but pressed into Childe's face, there's no hope of escaping, no room to pull away or wriggle free. There's only the tormenting pleasure that Childe gifts him with each swipe and plunge and roll of his tongue, like he means to bring the man to orgasm through this alone. The blankets pool off and away, gifting the foreigner the sight of the Harbinger tongue-fucking him open feverishly, head bobbing with the motions.
Perhaps the chill of the room might help him get his wits together, and it probably helps that the redhead does actually pull his tongue out of him and turns his head to kiss along the inside of one trembling thigh affectionately. ]
Will you give me your name now? [ He says, and it's practically a purr, like his lips aren't shiny with his own spit, like his tongue isn't still flicking out between them as though he wants nothing more than to go back to eating him out. ]
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Now with the brunet all but pressed into Childe's face, there's no hope of escaping, no room to pull away or wriggle free. There's only the tormenting pleasure that Childe gifts him with each swipe and plunge and roll of his tongue, like he means to bring the man to orgasm through this alone. The blankets pool off and away, gifting the foreigner the sight of the Harbinger tongue-fucking him open feverishly, head bobbing with the motions.
Perhaps the chill of the room might help him get his wits together, and it probably helps that the redhead does actually pull his tongue out of him and turns his head to kiss along the inside of one trembling thigh affectionately. ]
Will you give me your name now? [ He says, and it's practically a purr, like his lips aren't shiny with his own spit, like his tongue isn't still flicking out between them as though he wants nothing more than to go back to eating him out. ]