[ Something affectionate and hot swells in Childe's chest at every little shift and nuance of Zhongli's expression, the Harbinger utterly, completely captivated by the sight above him. The foreigner's damp brown strands frame his face like a lover's touch, and Childe longs with want to sweep them away, to cup his face and whisper encouragements over how well he's sinking onto him.
Because he is big, and that was partly why he had held off on fucking into Zhongli like he'd wanted to before he was fully healed up. That and also possibly the realization that once he'd fully taken him, he'd never want to leave his bed ever again. Obsession was a scary thing.
It takes every single fiber of his being not to just thrust up into that yielding heat, not to spread the other's walls wide around the girth of his cock and imprint himself on his insides to feel for days after they're done here. His entire body trembles with the strain and the little bucks and shifts of his hips are things he could hardly be blamed for.
When Zhongli gets to the halfway point Childe lets his head fall back, throat bared as he groans long and steady, the sound vibrant and twisted into a Snezhnayan curse that's hissed into the silence of the room. Every inch Zhongli swallows into his body is another inch off his life. His fingers grip and squeeze and knead, doing everything except pull him down like he wants to and some distant part of his mind that isn't currently drowning in heat is hoping that Zhongli notices how well he's behaving.
It's different than just fucking his rim. It's different than opening him up with his tongue, spreading slickness and heat over Zhongli's insides. It feels like he's claiming him, like they're claiming each other, and it's that thought that makes his cock twitch in intense throbs against the brunet's inner walls, a fresh bead of pre-cum squeezed out at the tightness of him and smearing into his body like a mark of possession. ]
Fuuuuuuck... you feel -- you feel so fucking good...
[ His voice strains on every word. He's already coming undone, and he's not even all the way in yet. Fingers knead encouragingly on his hips and he almost bucks up, almost sinks himself balls deep the rest of the way in but he thinks better of it.
But gods, is it hard. ]
Keep going - I want to see myself inside you... [ His fingers shift from gripping to gently framing, and his thumb brushes over Zhongli's stomach, just at his navel. ] I'm gonna go right here, Zolotse...
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Because he is big, and that was partly why he had held off on fucking into Zhongli like he'd wanted to before he was fully healed up. That and also possibly the realization that once he'd fully taken him, he'd never want to leave his bed ever again. Obsession was a scary thing.
It takes every single fiber of his being not to just thrust up into that yielding heat, not to spread the other's walls wide around the girth of his cock and imprint himself on his insides to feel for days after they're done here. His entire body trembles with the strain and the little bucks and shifts of his hips are things he could hardly be blamed for.
When Zhongli gets to the halfway point Childe lets his head fall back, throat bared as he groans long and steady, the sound vibrant and twisted into a Snezhnayan curse that's hissed into the silence of the room. Every inch Zhongli swallows into his body is another inch off his life. His fingers grip and squeeze and knead, doing everything except pull him down like he wants to and some distant part of his mind that isn't currently drowning in heat is hoping that Zhongli notices how well he's behaving.
It's different than just fucking his rim. It's different than opening him up with his tongue, spreading slickness and heat over Zhongli's insides. It feels like he's claiming him, like they're claiming each other, and it's that thought that makes his cock twitch in intense throbs against the brunet's inner walls, a fresh bead of pre-cum squeezed out at the tightness of him and smearing into his body like a mark of possession. ]
Fuuuuuuck... you feel -- you feel so fucking good...
[ His voice strains on every word. He's already coming undone, and he's not even all the way in yet. Fingers knead encouragingly on his hips and he almost bucks up, almost sinks himself balls deep the rest of the way in but he thinks better of it.
But gods, is it hard. ]
Keep going - I want to see myself inside you... [ His fingers shift from gripping to gently framing, and his thumb brushes over Zhongli's stomach, just at his navel. ] I'm gonna go right here, Zolotse...