[ He's going to have so many marks on him after this is over. His eyes widen feeling Childe's mouth clamp down to demand him to heel, and Zhongli does so unconsciously between that and the bruising pressure of Childe's fingers holding him in place. Once again, to his surprise, the tension and desire to resist falls away with a only soft sound of submission.
It's a tortuous pleasure that makes Zhongli find it hard to breathe, listening to the foreign tongue as if it's the most captivating thing to ever grace his ears. Anything that flows out of Childe's mouth seems to do the same, including simply his breathing. It's only once those teeth have pulled out of him that Zhongli gasps, allowing himself a little more freedom for wanton expression of enjoying the other. How could he not enjoy it, the deep plunging thrusts that slowly make his insides obey and allow the intruder in easier and easier each time? He starts begging and encouraging in his own native tongue, unable to continue focusing enough to keep the speaking of basic a natural priority to be understood.
Still, Childe will easily pick out his name, especially with him using Tartaglia versus his more common nickname.
The slow pace is almost agonizing, but nevertheless he can't ignore that he feels marvel at how easily he can feel every inch of the man's engorged cock scraping along his insides. He's going to have it all memorized before he cums at this rate, and he's beginning to wonder if one time is going to be enough with how much possessive desire is building in his belly for the Harbinger. Zhongli still doesn't understand why this human has ensnared his interest so much, but he can feel with each passing second of him being inside of him that he absolutely cannot live without Childe being his.
( Later, it will he hard not to wonder if this was the Tsaritsa's plan all along, to send him a gift that is loyal only to her, and he will be disturbingly cross over it. ) ]
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It's a tortuous pleasure that makes Zhongli find it hard to breathe, listening to the foreign tongue as if it's the most captivating thing to ever grace his ears. Anything that flows out of Childe's mouth seems to do the same, including simply his breathing. It's only once those teeth have pulled out of him that Zhongli gasps, allowing himself a little more freedom for wanton expression of enjoying the other. How could he not enjoy it, the deep plunging thrusts that slowly make his insides obey and allow the intruder in easier and easier each time? He starts begging and encouraging in his own native tongue, unable to continue focusing enough to keep the speaking of basic a natural priority to be understood.
Still, Childe will easily pick out his name, especially with him using Tartaglia versus his more common nickname.
The slow pace is almost agonizing, but nevertheless he can't ignore that he feels marvel at how easily he can feel every inch of the man's engorged cock scraping along his insides. He's going to have it all memorized before he cums at this rate, and he's beginning to wonder if one time is going to be enough with how much possessive desire is building in his belly for the Harbinger. Zhongli still doesn't understand why this human has ensnared his interest so much, but he can feel with each passing second of him being inside of him that he absolutely cannot live without Childe being his.
( Later, it will he hard not to wonder if this was the Tsaritsa's plan all along, to send him a gift that is loyal only to her, and he will be disturbingly cross over it. ) ]