[ Feeling that finger tease is almost crippling shooting a strange feeling that bleeds out up his spine and engulfs his entire body. He can't place it exactly, but it is something that might almost be akin to anticipation, a dull ache attempting to tear back into his mind and remember just what is being suggested felt like and why he absolutely should not allow this and this should dominate, but it's buried in debris and haze and dust all amplified by the incense as it placates his nerves, and the bombardment of emotions (there are so many, too all different angles clashing and tangling). The truth of the matter is this body hasn't been touched in the way Childe is doing so now, nevermind anything further, and it knows nothing more than it wants the pleasure being teased, being offered, enough that it might even beg for Zhongli on its own accord if the man's voice refuses to do so first.
And why... does a human's mouth taste so incredible, like a divine nectar he's never once had the pleasure of indulging in? One that he never wants to share with another ever—
It's good that Childe breaks the kiss off when he does, Zhongli's mind clawing up for air from the depths it's been dragged down. While he has subconsciously been working with the other to get his bottoms removed, by now, at least, he realizes that he can step out of them with a bit of a kicking motion even as it crosses his mind why he should not do exactly th—
Fucking Childe, though, isn't giving him enough time to stop much of anything and, instead of attempting a suggestion of that they perhaps don't do anything rash— he's attempting to cover up a rather pleased sigh as a slightly disgruntled one (and it's not working very well). ]
—Someone ... is going to see... that... [ His words are hissed through his pants and some gasps let loose along the way; AKA please have some decency to make such ugly bruises not right on his throat, please! Zhongli knows he should care more, enough to force Childe to stop if he won't do so on his own, but his body isn't cooperating, and instead, the only thing it does is cling to the younger man all the more.
And maybe, now, it's time to admit that his mind isn't cooperating so very much anymore, either (...that is, if it ever was to begin with.) ]
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And why... does a human's mouth taste so incredible, like a divine nectar he's never once had the pleasure of indulging in? One that he never wants to share with another ever—
It's good that Childe breaks the kiss off when he does, Zhongli's mind clawing up for air from the depths it's been dragged down. While he has subconsciously been working with the other to get his bottoms removed, by now, at least, he realizes that he can step out of them with a bit of a kicking motion even as it crosses his mind why he should not do exactly th—
Fucking Childe, though, isn't giving him enough time to stop much of anything and, instead of attempting a suggestion of that they perhaps don't do anything rash— he's attempting to cover up a rather pleased sigh as a slightly disgruntled one (and it's not working very well). ]
—Someone ... is going to see... that... [ His words are hissed through his pants and some gasps let loose along the way; AKA please have some decency to make such ugly bruises not right on his throat, please! Zhongli knows he should care more, enough to force Childe to stop if he won't do so on his own, but his body isn't cooperating, and instead, the only thing it does is cling to the younger man all the more.
And maybe, now, it's time to admit that his mind isn't cooperating so very much anymore, either (...that is, if it ever was to begin with.) ]