[ Zhongli isn't sure he understands what is going on anymore and thankfully that drug and incense is holding him down submissively as much as Childe's exerting of control. By now, the Harbinger's reactions and decisions continue to elude him in a strange manner— it should be surprising it will interesting whenever he makes a move because it's expected, and yet everything has him trying to keep his head above the water before he drowns too early.
For example, that gentleness at the nape of his neck despite the clear running of pain inside of him, the frustrations mounting at Childe trying to control this win any manner (because he didn't and still doesn't care and he doesn't want Childe to care about whether he rips him open or not ) when Zhongli is practically on the edge of going feral himself. What is—
Ah.
—it's hurts in a way he's not sure he's ever experienced, and while there is a sharp cry of his, his voice dies quickly in the dizzying blinding pain of being plunged to. He's never had anything penetrate him even remotely, nevermind an enemy's (extremely desirable) fat engorged cock pushing in so deep. His eyes are barely unfocused as he squeezes them shut as tears burn them, a hand once again coming to tightly grip firmly over his own mouth as he chokes back the utter discomfort that burns and stretches and pushes at almost blinding levels currently. It's seems Childe isn't finished, though, even though Zhongli isn't sure he can any take any more of his length before another round of mind-numbing pain before it stops. It finally registers the man is inside of him fully.
Unfortunately, he has nothing to compare this fullness and the overall quality of experiencing Childe's dick inside of him to but something registers as good and that this is exactly the right cock to be impaled on.
Now, now, he needs him to go. The sooner the other moves the faster this becomes unimaginable bliss. Zhongli doesn't really seem to care if Childe could fuck in him half at this point, so long as it's delicious friction and a pain that oozes into pleasure it's all incrediblely appetizing just the same. ]
M...move. [ Zhongli's words are more of a plea than a demand, especially with how breathless Zhongli is and full he feels.
Good, he's inside. Now he needs Childe to fuck him properly, completely and utterly destroy him so he never considers such a thing like this again after everything he's about to feel. It's too much of a good thing. Too distracting, too easy to get greedy and utterly addicted to...
you know your mission
For example, that gentleness at the nape of his neck despite the clear running of pain inside of him, the frustrations mounting at Childe trying to control this win any manner (because he didn't and still doesn't care and he doesn't want Childe to care about whether he rips him open or not ) when Zhongli is practically on the edge of going feral himself. What is—
Ah.
—it's hurts in a way he's not sure he's ever experienced, and while there is a sharp cry of his, his voice dies quickly in the dizzying blinding pain of being plunged to. He's never had anything penetrate him even remotely, nevermind an enemy's (extremely desirable) fat engorged cock pushing in so deep. His eyes are barely unfocused as he squeezes them shut as tears burn them, a hand once again coming to tightly grip firmly over his own mouth as he chokes back the utter discomfort that burns and stretches and pushes at almost blinding levels currently. It's seems Childe isn't finished, though, even though Zhongli isn't sure he can any take any more of his length before another round of mind-numbing pain before it stops. It finally registers the man is inside of him fully.
Unfortunately, he has nothing to compare this fullness and the overall quality of experiencing Childe's dick inside of him to but something registers as good and that this is exactly the right cock to be impaled on.
Now, now, he needs him to go. The sooner the other moves the faster this becomes unimaginable bliss. Zhongli doesn't really seem to care if Childe could fuck in him half at this point, so long as it's delicious friction and a pain that oozes into pleasure it's all incrediblely appetizing just the same. ]
M...move. [ Zhongli's words are more of a plea than a demand, especially with how breathless Zhongli is and full he feels.
Good, he's inside. Now he needs Childe to fuck him properly, completely and utterly destroy him so he never considers such a thing like this again after everything he's about to feel. It's too much of a good thing. Too distracting, too easy to get greedy and utterly addicted to...
(... this individual.) ] ... Ah... please...