Maybe I'm curious. Maybe I'd like to know what you were called, to see if it suits you. I know only snatches of Liyuen, but I should like to think it's enough to be able to pick out the meaning your parents had when they named you.

It's only a curiosity, nothing more. But if you're unwilling to give me your name, that's fine.

[ He dips his head again, and another kiss is pressed reverently against the brunet's thigh. When he speaks his voice is a low murmur from below, equal parts a promise and a threat. ]

I just hope you'll do me the favor of letting me know when you're about to cum.

[ And he doesn't go for his ass, this time, mercifully; instead, he pries apart the sheer fabric housing the brunet's unattended erection, framing the base between his fingers before closing his mouth over the head and immediately shoving down, taking as much inside to the back of his throat as he can all in one go.

The pretty foreigner will have the luxury of his neglected cock immediately housed in warm, wet heat, tongue flattening along the bottom where it forces his mouth open for it, throat working to help pull the girth into it. Childe hums in delight, eyes closing - and then immediately resumes the pace he'd set when he was eating him out, each bob of his head swallowing and releasing the warrior's cock in tight, yielding warmth. ]