You're -- you were a virgin? [ Were, because if he was he definitely wasn't now. Not after taking his tongue and his mouth and his fingers and his cock. Not after laying here, Childe's dick nestling somewhere deep inside of him, his ass pressed flush against the Harbinger's hips.
It's almost ludicrous, in a way, but also somewhat believable. He could believe that nobody had had a tongue silver enough to talk the brunet into getting into bed with them. Somehow the knowledge that he was Zhongli's first filled him with equal parts possessiveness and elation, even though the notion that the brunet had saved himself for marriage was a laughable one. ]
... Sorry, I just thought... [ Well. He wasn't sure what he thought. The image of Zhongli being debauched by another didn't seem quite right.
With a bit of a wince, Childe sits back further and jostles the dick inside of Zhongli. He's still hot and throbbing inside of him even if the mood had cooled a little.
With his eyes carefully trained on Zhongli's face he begins to pull out, the motion infinitely slow, tender, so that the brunet can feel every single inch and the release of pressure against his stomach as Childe's cock slips out of him in increments. A deep breath and then he's slowly, torturously, pressing himself back in, enough he can both see and feel the way Zhongli opens around him, how his hole clenches sweetly around his girth as though welcoming him back home. ]
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So all this time, Zhongli had never...? ]
You're -- you were a virgin? [ Were, because if he was he definitely wasn't now. Not after taking his tongue and his mouth and his fingers and his cock. Not after laying here, Childe's dick nestling somewhere deep inside of him, his ass pressed flush against the Harbinger's hips.
It's almost ludicrous, in a way, but also somewhat believable. He could believe that nobody had had a tongue silver enough to talk the brunet into getting into bed with them. Somehow the knowledge that he was Zhongli's first filled him with equal parts possessiveness and elation, even though the notion that the brunet had saved himself for marriage was a laughable one. ]
... Sorry, I just thought... [ Well. He wasn't sure what he thought. The image of Zhongli being debauched by another didn't seem quite right.
With a bit of a wince, Childe sits back further and jostles the dick inside of Zhongli. He's still hot and throbbing inside of him even if the mood had cooled a little.
With his eyes carefully trained on Zhongli's face he begins to pull out, the motion infinitely slow, tender, so that the brunet can feel every single inch and the release of pressure against his stomach as Childe's cock slips out of him in increments. A deep breath and then he's slowly, torturously, pressing himself back in, enough he can both see and feel the way Zhongli opens around him, how his hole clenches sweetly around his girth as though welcoming him back home. ]
... is this okay? Better?