[If he's honest, he likes this, too. Zhongli has always been drawn to strength, be it for the betterment of his city or in friends and allies. Focusing on it is easier still when Childe's hips slow and stop, leaving him stretched and gently aching from the pressure deep inside him.]

What should that matter? Surely, the harbingers aren't some sort of perfect clones, are they...?

[He gives nothing more than that, completely unaware of the thoughts in his head - though certainly aware that he's thinking of something. Hopefully, there's no hint of any dealings he might have had, and it's a reminder of all the things he'd set into place before this.

And then, then Childe moves to bear down on him, legs spreading to get more leverage and dig in deep. Zhongli's toes curl as he digs in, gasping and arching his back in what space he has. That's almost better - and the noise he makes when the harbinger fucks against his rim is half-lost.]

I-- ah! Ah--! You're-- oh, fuck-

[He's too sensitive for this. Childe plunges home and Zhongli can watch his stomach rise, both with his uneven breaths and with the press of his tip. Then he's moving again, fucking his rim until the warrior can barely think for the way his hole twitches and squeezes, trying to drag it deeper in.]

You-- haaah... ah... this isn't... fair...

[He's always proven surprisingly easy to rile up once one actually started teasing, body unused to bring played with. This time is no different, and Zhongli's cock leaks pre-cum onto his stomach, tongue practically hanging out of his mouth.]

Please... ah... I'm close...

[Gods, he's so close. His cock aches with want, and he's not above begging - at least not when he'd willingly offered himself up.]