[ The stricken look on Childe's face says it all. He'd thought that Zhongli's barely passing interest in sleeping with him had more to do with his situation than any lack of real-world experience in the matter. While most would be jumping for joy at finding such a prized, virgin beauty, Childe instead felt horribly guilty.
(Though, admittedly, there was a darker, more obsessive part of him that relished in the notion that he was the first to touch Zhongli this way. He'll probably ruminate more on that later.)
At some point Childe shifts, leaning forward over Zhongli and pressing his legs open just a little bit more. He comes to rest first on his hands, then on his elbows over the other man, the action pressing himself in deep with a hitch of breath as he feels Zhongli's stomach bulge out around his cock. He definitely is big; there's no doubt about that. Perhaps there's something to the quip of things being bigger in Snezhnaya.
From there, it's simple to control the movement of his hips enough that he doesn't so much as thrust into the pretty foreigner as he does simply roll into him. Each slow drag of his cock along Zhongli's abused inner walls is like a constant, unending grind of friction that shoots pleasure directly into his stomach. Childe's pace is far more sinuous, much more sensual this time around, flooding Zhongli's senses with the feeling of cock sliding into him one slow, languishing inch at a time. And then out again, so that Zhongli can feel the way his body squeezes around nothing in degrees when Childe eases himself out to just the tip - and then in, again, the pace as gentle and slow as the rise and fall of breath.
His fingers clench into his fists, teeth finding his lower lip and biting into it. It takes a considerable amount of restraint to hold back on his baser instincts so he doesn't just pound into the man like he wants to. Perhaps Zhongli could appreciate the effort. ]
... Hhhhh, Zhongli... you feel so good around me...
[ Unable to help himself, and desperately looking for any kind of distraction to get him through this, he dips his head and begins to kiss and suck along the immaculate skin of the foreigner's pale neck. His knees slipping on the covers ends up plunging him in a little too deeply, a little too quickly, ripping a strangled sort of noise out of his throat before he quickly pulls out and resumes his gentle pace. ]
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(Though, admittedly, there was a darker, more obsessive part of him that relished in the notion that he was the first to touch Zhongli this way. He'll probably ruminate more on that later.)
At some point Childe shifts, leaning forward over Zhongli and pressing his legs open just a little bit more. He comes to rest first on his hands, then on his elbows over the other man, the action pressing himself in deep with a hitch of breath as he feels Zhongli's stomach bulge out around his cock. He definitely is big; there's no doubt about that. Perhaps there's something to the quip of things being bigger in Snezhnaya.
From there, it's simple to control the movement of his hips enough that he doesn't so much as thrust into the pretty foreigner as he does simply roll into him. Each slow drag of his cock along Zhongli's abused inner walls is like a constant, unending grind of friction that shoots pleasure directly into his stomach. Childe's pace is far more sinuous, much more sensual this time around, flooding Zhongli's senses with the feeling of cock sliding into him one slow, languishing inch at a time. And then out again, so that Zhongli can feel the way his body squeezes around nothing in degrees when Childe eases himself out to just the tip - and then in, again, the pace as gentle and slow as the rise and fall of breath.
His fingers clench into his fists, teeth finding his lower lip and biting into it. It takes a considerable amount of restraint to hold back on his baser instincts so he doesn't just pound into the man like he wants to. Perhaps Zhongli could appreciate the effort. ]
... Hhhhh, Zhongli... you feel so good around me...
[ Unable to help himself, and desperately looking for any kind of distraction to get him through this, he dips his head and begins to kiss and suck along the immaculate skin of the foreigner's pale neck. His knees slipping on the covers ends up plunging him in a little too deeply, a little too quickly, ripping a strangled sort of noise out of his throat before he quickly pulls out and resumes his gentle pace. ]
You're so hot... so tight, so good for me...