[There's really no admonishing Childe, is there? At first, Zhongli has no real options as the harbinger plunges him down onto his cock, struggling to breathe as it grinds every inch into his insides. There are words, he can hear, but even if he understood them, he's not sure if he would have really processed any.
Hips slam into his, and his voice is almost a whimper as he's stretched wide around the Snezhnayan's girth. It's enough to give him a tiny reprieve, at least, to catch his breath for a few precious seconds before cold sheets hit his back and earn a sharp little inhale.]
Childe, wait, pl--
[His urgent plea is cut off as Childe's hips fuck back into him, another helpless howl on his lips. His cheeks burn as the redhead plunges in, eyes squeezing tightly closed. He can't even manage to relax enough, pain dragging tension into his body, reminding him of just how fragile humans are. He doesn't even remember when he'd squeezed his eyes shut, but they sting with the burn of tears as his body is forced to stretch wide over the whole of his cock.
It hurts. There's pleasure too, though, and it's all the foreigner can do to remind himself that he accepted this. That makes it his own fault, doesn't it? He can't get a breath to even plead with his captor to slow down, to let him get used to it. Fingers fail in any attempt to work for a long moment, until they're suddenly scrabbling for purchase, trying to push Childe away from him. Gods, the pain has to fade, doesn't it? He's sure it must be going away slowly, right? He's dealt with so many worse injuries than this, ones with no undercurrent of pleasure.]
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Hips slam into his, and his voice is almost a whimper as he's stretched wide around the Snezhnayan's girth. It's enough to give him a tiny reprieve, at least, to catch his breath for a few precious seconds before cold sheets hit his back and earn a sharp little inhale.]
Childe, wait, pl--
[His urgent plea is cut off as Childe's hips fuck back into him, another helpless howl on his lips. His cheeks burn as the redhead plunges in, eyes squeezing tightly closed. He can't even manage to relax enough, pain dragging tension into his body, reminding him of just how fragile humans are. He doesn't even remember when he'd squeezed his eyes shut, but they sting with the burn of tears as his body is forced to stretch wide over the whole of his cock.
It hurts. There's pleasure too, though, and it's all the foreigner can do to remind himself that he accepted this. That makes it his own fault, doesn't it? He can't get a breath to even plead with his captor to slow down, to let him get used to it. Fingers fail in any attempt to work for a long moment, until they're suddenly scrabbling for purchase, trying to push Childe away from him. Gods, the pain has to fade, doesn't it? He's sure it must be going away slowly, right? He's dealt with so many worse injuries than this, ones with no undercurrent of pleasure.]