[He slows, and the relief is absolutely palpable in Zhongli's body. Every breath is still difficult, and there's some anger in his glare in spite of the shimmer of wetness in his eyes.]

Of-- of course it hurts. It felt like you were tearing me apart.

[The tone of his voice is thin and breathy, fingers still trembling against Childe's shoulders. He's not pushing away anymore, trying not to squirm as the harbinger's cock throbs inside him. It doesn't hurt as much like this, just leaves him feeling terribly full.]

I told you, I was going as quickly as I could. It isn't as though I've done this before.

[His hips shift, and though there's a little flinch, the motion is largely pleasurable. After another moment, his voice feels almost as strong as normal. He has no idea he's just confirmed what Childe only just thought was practically impossible, of course. It's just a simple fact, to him.]

You could at least let me get used to it first.