No, I should expect not. I believe I've called you worse in the past.
[Of course, Liyue itself won't disappear in a day. Even its imports can still be found - though the harbinger will assuredly have to fight to find someone willing to share them with a Snezhnayan.]
How many times have I asked you to stop? You took what you wanted, regardless of my own. Whether my body felt relief or not is a shallow salve for the use. A tyrant scarcely thinks their actions unjust, you know.
[He does slide a bit closer as Childe's legs spread, fingers moving further up his thighs.]
Is it such a surprise that I don't want that? And... it... has been a long time since I even considered it. I had more important things to do than chase partners, and I have ever been picky.
[That's the bulk of his hesitation, he tells himself. Never mind that it's partly just the fear that he might enjoy it, that that enjoyment means something more - indeed, as Childe had initially suggested - and relinquishes some measure of bodily agency in its wake. Ridiculous, but worries are worries nonetheless.
He doesn't think, either, about the fact that when he speaks, he sometimes talks like he's much older than he looks. It's unimportant, and his hand curls around Childe's cock to gently hold it in place, hot and throbbing against his fingers. Now... how did he...
Zhongli doesn't wait for a response before pressing his mouth to the underside of it, dragging his tongue upward for an admittedly curious taste.]
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[Of course, Liyue itself won't disappear in a day. Even its imports can still be found - though the harbinger will assuredly have to fight to find someone willing to share them with a Snezhnayan.]
How many times have I asked you to stop? You took what you wanted, regardless of my own. Whether my body felt relief or not is a shallow salve for the use. A tyrant scarcely thinks their actions unjust, you know.
[He does slide a bit closer as Childe's legs spread, fingers moving further up his thighs.]
Is it such a surprise that I don't want that? And... it... has been a long time since I even considered it. I had more important things to do than chase partners, and I have ever been picky.
[That's the bulk of his hesitation, he tells himself. Never mind that it's partly just the fear that he might enjoy it, that that enjoyment means something more - indeed, as Childe had initially suggested - and relinquishes some measure of bodily agency in its wake. Ridiculous, but worries are worries nonetheless.
He doesn't think, either, about the fact that when he speaks, he sometimes talks like he's much older than he looks. It's unimportant, and his hand curls around Childe's cock to gently hold it in place, hot and throbbing against his fingers. Now... how did he...
Zhongli doesn't wait for a response before pressing his mouth to the underside of it, dragging his tongue upward for an admittedly curious taste.]