[In another situation, things certainly may have been different. Perhaps they would have shared meals, learned enough about one another to not go through this painstaking process. Alas, such is life.
Fingers grasp his hair and he allows it, eyelids lilting half-closed as the man speaks.]
Of course you can be blamed. I still blame you, every single time. [It's a savage thing to say so clearly, and perhaps it does make one wonder if Zhongli wouldn't prefer some pitiful jail cell. He wouldn't, but he's headstrong.
Childe starts speaking, and he can't decide if he likes how easily he's made to moan. It's not unpleasant, and there's not a small amount of satisfaction in making it happen.
It's nothing like his own situation, of course. This is what Childe actually wants, after all. He stays steady as fingers clench and hips buck, his own shifting to press firmly against a thigh.]
Sit still, or I will stop. Behave, and maybe you'll see a difference between this and what has been prior.
[He thinks he can get away with it, for now. Childe could still try and force him, but their situations are largely reversed, aren't they? Zhongli is no longer the exhausted fish-out-of-water foreigner, easily bullied by his captor. He still is much of that, granted, but that's not the point.]
And, most people don't like being scolded the way you apparently do.
[Zhongli's breath ghosts along the harbinger's cock, and he slips the tip between his lips, tongue swirling around it before his head bobs forward just an inch or so.]
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Fingers grasp his hair and he allows it, eyelids lilting half-closed as the man speaks.]
Of course you can be blamed. I still blame you, every single time. [It's a savage thing to say so clearly, and perhaps it does make one wonder if Zhongli wouldn't prefer some pitiful jail cell. He wouldn't, but he's headstrong.
Childe starts speaking, and he can't decide if he likes how easily he's made to moan. It's not unpleasant, and there's not a small amount of satisfaction in making it happen.
It's nothing like his own situation, of course. This is what Childe actually wants, after all. He stays steady as fingers clench and hips buck, his own shifting to press firmly against a thigh.]
Sit still, or I will stop. Behave, and maybe you'll see a difference between this and what has been prior.
[He thinks he can get away with it, for now. Childe could still try and force him, but their situations are largely reversed, aren't they? Zhongli is no longer the exhausted fish-out-of-water foreigner, easily bullied by his captor. He still is much of that, granted, but that's not the point.]
And, most people don't like being scolded the way you apparently do.
[Zhongli's breath ghosts along the harbinger's cock, and he slips the tip between his lips, tongue swirling around it before his head bobs forward just an inch or so.]