[ Childe makes it all feel so damn good that he's frantically attempting to figure out why—how is this happening? Zhongli can't help but wonder if this is in part to being exposed to the complete opposite side of this young man the other night.
He doesn't resist being positioned, although he realizes he's feeling somewhat self-conscious more or less displaying his ass out like he does despite what they're already doing. So busy is he with attempting to mentally prepare himself for being penetrated by that tongue that he doesn't even consider Childe might be able to do even more.
The initial teasing is something he doesn't expect to be so ... effective in making him want more. He's never found it to be an effective measure of affecting his desire (in or out of the bedroom), but now is suddenly an exception. The pleasant ache resulting from Childe's actions smoothes over his senses like honey, seeping into and sticking to every inch of his body. The almost lulling feelings make the sudden bite rather pronounced (but in a good way), a soft sound coming from him before it's strangled suddenly feeling the other's tongue penetrate fully. It's such a foreign sensation, but one that is utterly and immediately addicting despite finding himself slightly mortified that that this is happening at all.
Except, that isn't all. It gets better (worse?)— because the other man seems intent to bring him to his knees with what his hands preoccupy themselves with doing. His body involuntarily trembles the slightest bit with that simple touch to his balls while the other has to go coax even more from him in terms of pumping his dick. ]
Mn... [ Stop, he wants to say, it's too much! Except even that control is robbed of him with the dizzying and thought-numbing onslaught of pleasure that has Zhongli's body torn which way to rock into first. Having shifted to leaning on his forearm against the shower wall for support, he can't help but bring a hand to cover his mouth, surprised by his own reactions to all of this. What is this sensation, exactly? These carnal desires, is he truly enjoying it so much that he is letting a human hold such power over him? A human he barely knows, a human that wants him dead?
What is wrong with him?
Those are questions he'll eventually ask himself over and over afterwards, but right now they can't penetrate the thick haze of lust, the wonderful searing bliss that is seeping into his bones as they practically stew in a sea of it with it reaching every inch of him, the aching need for more of this—more of him— consuming his priorities.
(Perhaps he's underestimated her intentions, perhaps she really does wish to see him dead, afterall. This would be her style of love these days without doubt.
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He doesn't resist being positioned, although he realizes he's feeling somewhat self-conscious more or less displaying his ass out like he does despite what they're already doing. So busy is he with attempting to mentally prepare himself for being penetrated by that tongue that he doesn't even consider Childe might be able to do even more.
The initial teasing is something he doesn't expect to be so ... effective in making him want more. He's never found it to be an effective measure of affecting his desire (in or out of the bedroom), but now is suddenly an exception. The pleasant ache resulting from Childe's actions smoothes over his senses like honey, seeping into and sticking to every inch of his body. The almost lulling feelings make the sudden bite rather pronounced (but in a good way), a soft sound coming from him before it's strangled suddenly feeling the other's tongue penetrate fully. It's such a foreign sensation, but one that is utterly and immediately addicting despite finding himself slightly mortified that that this is happening at all.
Except, that isn't all. It gets better (worse?)— because the other man seems intent to bring him to his knees with what his hands preoccupy themselves with doing. His body involuntarily trembles the slightest bit with that simple touch to his balls while the other has to go coax even more from him in terms of pumping his dick. ]
Mn... [ Stop, he wants to say, it's too much! Except even that control is robbed of him with the dizzying and thought-numbing onslaught of pleasure that has Zhongli's body torn which way to rock into first. Having shifted to leaning on his forearm against the shower wall for support, he can't help but bring a hand to cover his mouth, surprised by his own reactions to all of this. What is this sensation, exactly? These carnal desires, is he truly enjoying it so much that he is letting a human hold such power over him? A human he barely knows, a human that wants him dead?
What is wrong with him?
Those are questions he'll eventually ask himself over and over afterwards, but right now they can't penetrate the thick haze of lust, the wonderful searing bliss that is seeping into his bones as they practically stew in a sea of it with it reaching every inch of him, the aching need for more of this—more of him— consuming his priorities.
(Perhaps he's underestimated her intentions, perhaps she really does wish to see him dead, afterall. This would be her style of love these days without doubt.
Shit.) ]