[It only really, truly sinks in how obsessed with him Childe is when that word falls from his lips. That is, he'd been aware that he struggled to keep his hands to himself, that he planned on having Zhongli every way he could, but...
It makes something twist in his gut to hear him pleading like that. Given his circumstance, he shouldn't get used to feeling like he has any kind of advantage, but here they are.]
... are you afraid I'll change my mind?
[It's asked softly, with hands curled tight on his hips. If the harbinger wanted, he could pull his prize down and take him however he wanted. But... he doesn't, and that... well, it matters. It matters more than most things.
One hand shifts to rest on Childe's muscled, warm stomach, and he inhales a slow breath as he sinks down. The first inch or so is easy enough after all this time; the head of Childe's cock stretches him like an attentive lover, and the foreigner can't hold back the soft sigh as he feels it.
Then, he's lowering down more, and the stretching just one very skilled tongue can manage is rapidly tested. He feels huge, bigger somehow with every inch Zhongli buries inside himself, and the groan that escapes his parted lips is practically wrecked. Still gripped firmly in hand, his hips tremble as pressure mounts, and he rises up only to sink down and ease in another inch at a time.
Fuck. Fuck... he feels so nice. It's as different as he expected, enjoying the feeling of being stretched at his own urging.]
... big...
[It's an absent mumble, wrapped in a moan as he reaches the halfway point in Childe's cock. Having his entrance teased was nothing compared to this.]
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It makes something twist in his gut to hear him pleading like that. Given his circumstance, he shouldn't get used to feeling like he has any kind of advantage, but here they are.]
... are you afraid I'll change my mind?
[It's asked softly, with hands curled tight on his hips. If the harbinger wanted, he could pull his prize down and take him however he wanted. But... he doesn't, and that... well, it matters. It matters more than most things.
One hand shifts to rest on Childe's muscled, warm stomach, and he inhales a slow breath as he sinks down. The first inch or so is easy enough after all this time; the head of Childe's cock stretches him like an attentive lover, and the foreigner can't hold back the soft sigh as he feels it.
Then, he's lowering down more, and the stretching just one very skilled tongue can manage is rapidly tested. He feels huge, bigger somehow with every inch Zhongli buries inside himself, and the groan that escapes his parted lips is practically wrecked. Still gripped firmly in hand, his hips tremble as pressure mounts, and he rises up only to sink down and ease in another inch at a time.
Fuck. Fuck... he feels so nice. It's as different as he expected, enjoying the feeling of being stretched at his own urging.]
... big...
[It's an absent mumble, wrapped in a moan as he reaches the halfway point in Childe's cock. Having his entrance teased was nothing compared to this.]