[ Zhongli hates how good it feels. He hates how easily their bodies mold together, hates how he feels even more sensitive to these gentler touches than everything else thus far. Every ministration by the other is a pleasure spark he's never felt before, so much that he finds himself having tilted his head to allow Childe better access to the unmarred part of his neck despite knowing he shouldn't be letting this man even see his neck exposed ever again, nevermind having such privilege to put his teeth and tongue there. With the splay of the water beating down on them, the steaming humidity thickening the air so tightly around them, it's easy to get lost, easy to think that perhaps he could completely submit to someone like this—
Alas, Zhongli presses his forehead against the cool tile when Childe moves his attention then and speaks, fingers curling slightly against the wall as if he might be able to cling to something for some leverage.
As for Childe's appreciation of his rear assets, he almost sighs in relief for this type of thing interrupting that hypnotic few moments that were occuring second ago. Not that if Childe said his assessment aloud it would be met with anything but skepticism (exactly how many asses has he been able to appraise in such a short time since arriving, anyway?)
Zhongli certainly isn't familiar with this phrasing, but it's also not hard to take a hint, even when normally he would be rather oblivious. They're a little too far into this.
...There they are again, though: those soft touches that shouldn't be capable from a man such as Tartaglia. Their sensation is even further amplified with the sensitivity of his back with so much skin smoothed out but taut over bone so close beneath it's surface.
It's not that he can't fathom what the other is doing as he makes his way down, even as he continuously heeds to the other's touches and coaxing, but nevertheless the sensation surprises him, a slight bit of panic running through him at Childe putting his mouth— his tongue there—a stuttered sound between a gasp and a moan as the conflicting feelings wrestle for dominance. ]
A... hn, that's... you needn't...! [ Zhongli fumbles for words, but it's when he fails to find any that he's reminded this isn't Childe servicing him like some servant out to please their lord— he's doing exactly what he wants however he wants with him.
Shit, though, this feels too much already, how is Zhongli going to actually stand taking the other's dick up his ass if he feels like this with barely anything done to that area? This could be... bad. Not for Childe, but certainly for Zhongli.
And if it all feels forbidden to Childe, well... shouldn't it? While he isn't yet aware of it, he's still the first one to touch him like this in human form, afterall. ]
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Alas, Zhongli presses his forehead against the cool tile when Childe moves his attention then and speaks, fingers curling slightly against the wall as if he might be able to cling to something for some leverage.
As for Childe's appreciation of his rear assets, he almost sighs in relief for this type of thing interrupting that hypnotic few moments that were occuring second ago. Not that if Childe said his assessment aloud it would be met with anything but skepticism (exactly how many asses has he been able to appraise in such a short time since arriving, anyway?)
Zhongli certainly isn't familiar with this phrasing, but it's also not hard to take a hint, even when normally he would be rather oblivious. They're a little too far into this.
...There they are again, though: those soft touches that shouldn't be capable from a man such as Tartaglia. Their sensation is even further amplified with the sensitivity of his back with so much skin smoothed out but taut over bone so close beneath it's surface.
It's not that he can't fathom what the other is doing as he makes his way down, even as he continuously heeds to the other's touches and coaxing, but nevertheless the sensation surprises him, a slight bit of panic running through him at Childe putting his mouth— his tongue there—a stuttered sound between a gasp and a moan as the conflicting feelings wrestle for dominance. ]
A... hn, that's... you needn't...! [ Zhongli fumbles for words, but it's when he fails to find any that he's reminded this isn't Childe servicing him like some servant out to please their lord— he's doing exactly what he wants however he wants with him.
Shit, though, this feels too much already, how is Zhongli going to actually stand taking the other's dick up his ass if he feels like this with barely anything done to that area? This could be... bad. Not for Childe, but certainly for Zhongli.
And if it all feels forbidden to Childe, well... shouldn't it? While he isn't yet aware of it, he's still the first one to touch him like this in human form, afterall. ]