[ How could he say no when Zhongli is begging for his cock that sweetly, when he can already feel the way his muscles clench and squeeze around just his fingers as though begging for more? He can't. Not when he's making noises like that, not when Childe feels like if he doesn't get inside of the other man soon they'll both die.
Has it really been that long? Or is it just the effect that Zhongli has on him? He can't tell, but he imagines there'll be time enough to figure that out before he has to go to Snezhnaya, even if his mission requires a certain degree of urgency. If it ended up taking longer that was fine, that just meant he could spend some time getting intimate with Rex Lapis' brother. Before he killed Rex Lapis. Yeah, that didn't sound like it would end bad at all.
Perhaps the only comforting thought is that Zhongli knows what kind of business this is so he might be better prepared to handle the loss of his brother? Or... even if he didn't, at least Childe could still be there to help "comfort" him.
He's never claimed to not be a bad guy. Maybe just a little, though.
Childe kisses a path of heat up along Zhongli's neck as he pulls his fingers out - plunging in one last time, roughly, to abuse his prostate - but he continues to jerk off the other man while he gets himself ready. It'll be a little rough going in, he thinks, even with the water pouring down all around them, but it's nothing that Zhongli wouldn't be able to handle. It's not like it was his first time or an--
... Hm. He'd never asked, and Zhongli hadn't volunteered the information. He's been with people enough to sort of be able to tell their degrees of experience, but...
Ah, well. He supposes it's fine. Maybe he'd tell him after all this, or maybe Zhongli didn't want him to know to ruin the moment. Even so - even so, as he takes himself in hand with a few quick pumps to ensure he's fully hard, thumb brushing the sensitive spot just beneath the head - he'll try and be gentle, try and get him used to it.
He tells himself this, but when he leans back, glancing down at Zhongli's backside, he finds the idea harder and harder to consider. The tip of his cock is angled against his loosened hole, pressing gently to get him used to the pressure. Once he's certain he's notched enough he won't slip if he takes his hand away, he moves both hands to Zhongli's hips - giving his cock some much needed relief - and holds him steady, pulling him back at the same time he surges forward, hips rolling, pushing with gradually increasing force ... before the head of his cock finally, finally sinks in.
Childe holds himself there with his fingers digging into bruises on Zhongli's hips because even with all the stretching the man is so impossibly, wonderfully tight, just the rim of his entrance squeezing out another generous dollop of pre-cum that immediately smears translucent against his inner walls. He thinks he might have closed his eyes at some point, breath hissing out of him - only to open them again and rock forward another inch, the motion and delicious friction against his cock tearing a low, gutteral moan out of him that reverberates in the space of the bathroom. ]
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Has it really been that long? Or is it just the effect that Zhongli has on him? He can't tell, but he imagines there'll be time enough to figure that out before he has to go to Snezhnaya, even if his mission requires a certain degree of urgency. If it ended up taking longer that was fine, that just meant he could spend some time getting intimate with Rex Lapis' brother. Before he killed Rex Lapis. Yeah, that didn't sound like it would end bad at all.
Perhaps the only comforting thought is that Zhongli knows what kind of business this is so he might be better prepared to handle the loss of his brother? Or... even if he didn't, at least Childe could still be there to help "comfort" him.
He's never claimed to not be a bad guy. Maybe just a little, though.
Childe kisses a path of heat up along Zhongli's neck as he pulls his fingers out - plunging in one last time, roughly, to abuse his prostate - but he continues to jerk off the other man while he gets himself ready. It'll be a little rough going in, he thinks, even with the water pouring down all around them, but it's nothing that Zhongli wouldn't be able to handle. It's not like it was his first time or an--
... Hm. He'd never asked, and Zhongli hadn't volunteered the information. He's been with people enough to sort of be able to tell their degrees of experience, but...
Ah, well. He supposes it's fine. Maybe he'd tell him after all this, or maybe Zhongli didn't want him to know to ruin the moment. Even so - even so, as he takes himself in hand with a few quick pumps to ensure he's fully hard, thumb brushing the sensitive spot just beneath the head - he'll try and be gentle, try and get him used to it.
He tells himself this, but when he leans back, glancing down at Zhongli's backside, he finds the idea harder and harder to consider. The tip of his cock is angled against his loosened hole, pressing gently to get him used to the pressure. Once he's certain he's notched enough he won't slip if he takes his hand away, he moves both hands to Zhongli's hips - giving his cock some much needed relief - and holds him steady, pulling him back at the same time he surges forward, hips rolling, pushing with gradually increasing force ... before the head of his cock finally, finally sinks in.
Childe holds himself there with his fingers digging into bruises on Zhongli's hips because even with all the stretching the man is so impossibly, wonderfully tight, just the rim of his entrance squeezing out another generous dollop of pre-cum that immediately smears translucent against his inner walls. He thinks he might have closed his eyes at some point, breath hissing out of him - only to open them again and rock forward another inch, the motion and delicious friction against his cock tearing a low, gutteral moan out of him that reverberates in the space of the bathroom. ]
Fuck-- you're so tight--