[In the aftermath, the ache of everything slowly starts to filter back in. His bruises throb and Zhongli tries to settle himself and relax his muscles. It's probably impressive, the way Childe takes him, but for Zhongli it's still all just frustration.

In fact, the other's shifting and then there's a line of saliva and cum dripping down his cock and between his legs, and he shivers at the feeling. It's not the most unpleasant feeling, but he wouldn't call it pleasant, either.]

I had been perfectly able to rest before. Don't act like you're some sort of benevolent creature when you just wanted to toy with me.

[He's not convinced that it's over, either. Not with how hard Childe is, looming over him where the harbinger settles on his knees. Zhongli's gaze stays anywhere but his cock, as though ignoring it will give him some advantage on maybe being left to sleep soon.]