[ It is intimate, perhaps too much so. But if Childe had any thoughts to spare, they're too busy being consumed by how beautiful Zhongli looks under him. Naked, his pale body a canvas waiting to be marked, the trembles in his abdomen doing wonders to stimulate the cock bulging out his flat stomach.
The knowledge that the brunet is untouched - because his virginity had been confirmed in no uncertain terms - and that Childe is probably the first to see him like this? That only makes things a hundred times better.
So it's easy enough to continue with his slow, rocking pace. The friction around his dick is enough to make him see stars even if it is just effectively Zhongli laying there and taking it.
While his pace is slow, a cadence of breaths between them - stuttering only when his legs slip on the sheets and he fills Zhongli all at once, stuffs him up full of cock like it's what he deserves - there is power behind his thrusts. Each weighty rock into the foreigner is a heavy slam, one that sends the bed creaking in protest and pushes the headboard against the wall in rhythmic thumps.
At some point his hands find Zhongli's own and he intertwines their fingers together before pinning them on either side of his head. He dips his head down, nosing at the brunet's cheeks, lips finding his jaw and trailing a path to his chin. ]
Maybe a little... I like your thoughts, sometimes. Even if you can be a little mean.
[ It's dripping with fondness. He doesn't mind it at all, really. ]
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The knowledge that the brunet is untouched - because his virginity had been confirmed in no uncertain terms - and that Childe is probably the first to see him like this? That only makes things a hundred times better.
So it's easy enough to continue with his slow, rocking pace. The friction around his dick is enough to make him see stars even if it is just effectively Zhongli laying there and taking it.
While his pace is slow, a cadence of breaths between them - stuttering only when his legs slip on the sheets and he fills Zhongli all at once, stuffs him up full of cock like it's what he deserves - there is power behind his thrusts. Each weighty rock into the foreigner is a heavy slam, one that sends the bed creaking in protest and pushes the headboard against the wall in rhythmic thumps.
At some point his hands find Zhongli's own and he intertwines their fingers together before pinning them on either side of his head. He dips his head down, nosing at the brunet's cheeks, lips finding his jaw and trailing a path to his chin. ]
Maybe a little... I like your thoughts, sometimes. Even if you can be a little mean.
[ It's dripping with fondness. He doesn't mind it at all, really. ]