[ there does feel like there's a punishing attribute to this along with the pleasure, and if the way he is fucked so thoroughly has anything to say about it. Zhongli accepts it, perhaps out of humility for what he's done as Rex Lapis (or perhaps to excuse his future self from something else entirely.) Then again, he may simply accept it because he's too enamored with the overall high, and he's unable to pull himself away. Which does indeed seem to be a fact whether in that context or not.
This copulation isn't in his control, however, and while he's long realized this, it's only now that he really sees how helpless he is in this position during coitus. Childe controls every inch of him with a shift or pull of his hips and the thrust of his cock as it brings a new wave of pleasure— just as good, perhaps always better, even, but ever distinct from the last. With how this man's cock forces his insides wider and wider to fit him, he feels the deep plunges through him to the edge of his stomach, the sensation of Childe being inside deep enough that things are becoming rearranged to accommodate such a wonderful intruder sinking into his body. Right now he could beg for so much more, plead for the most debased of actions to be done to him and so long as it's this man doing it he is assured he would love every second of it.
A soft sob escapes Zhongli with Childe back to leaving even more marks and bruises on him. He's sure this is the most he's ever had, and his skin is becoming overly sensitive to all of the sensations being imparted on it. He's never imagined he would shed tears in such a manner over such a primitive unsophisticated act as addictive (practically feral) sex. Yet Childe fits so nicely, and Zhongli's body just makes more and more room so this must mean that dick is particularly good, positively made for pounding into this ass of his, even. Perhaps he's never done any of this before because no cock in existence was as thorough and well-customized for fucking him like this until now.
(stop thinking such insane things, he attempts to reason, but this experience has his desire for such pleasure rearing itself and insisting that yes yes yes see, even a god can enjoy the acts of man that have them writhing and screaming always for more.)
It becomes all too much, however, when Childe finds yet again another perfect little angle to force his way in just as intent on impaling him with pain as he is with pleasure. They all begin to mix quite nicely, and Zhongli feels the tears stinging his eyes as over and over over again Childe thrusts into him and nails his prostate. It's truly too much, now, too much as it feels like a rough push or shove towards the edge of a cliff each time, and the buildup of what is to eventually happen if things continue as they are as exciting as they are anxiety-inducing.
Zhongli attempts to resist, but again, he's not in control at all, and is especially now completely at this young man's mercy as he forces him closer and closer to cumming without his permission. Breathing erratic, his entire body trembling and begging simultaneously for Childe's onslaught to cease as much as to never stop, his eyes widen as he's finally forced to lose his footing and fall over the edge—forced to spill. The orgasm has his vision going white as his entire body stiffens and clamps down on the other, the very incredibly obvious feeling of his own muscles greedily squeezing Childe's dick demanding more from it still, and the feeling of such generous precum spilling forth to continually slick up his insides to make him take that cock easier and easier sends another surge through him, making the first spurt of cum from him followed by yet another. It's been a long time since he's splattered on himself, he's sure, since he came this hard to the point he can't form any semblance of thought beyond how fucking good he feels right now even as the pleasure almost drags him entirely under; and his body is only interested in chasing that high to drown more in it. ]
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This copulation isn't in his control, however, and while he's long realized this, it's only now that he really sees how helpless he is in this position during coitus. Childe controls every inch of him with a shift or pull of his hips and the thrust of his cock as it brings a new wave of pleasure— just as good, perhaps always better, even, but ever distinct from the last. With how this man's cock forces his insides wider and wider to fit him, he feels the deep plunges through him to the edge of his stomach, the sensation of Childe being inside deep enough that things are becoming rearranged to accommodate such a wonderful intruder sinking into his body. Right now he could beg for so much more, plead for the most debased of actions to be done to him and so long as it's this man doing it he is assured he would love every second of it.
A soft sob escapes Zhongli with Childe back to leaving even more marks and bruises on him. He's sure this is the most he's ever had, and his skin is becoming overly sensitive to all of the sensations being imparted on it. He's never imagined he would shed tears in such a manner over such a primitive unsophisticated act as addictive (practically feral) sex. Yet Childe fits so nicely, and Zhongli's body just makes more and more room so this must mean that dick is particularly good, positively made for pounding into this ass of his, even. Perhaps he's never done any of this before because no cock in existence was as thorough and well-customized for fucking him like this until now.
(stop thinking such insane things, he attempts to reason, but this experience has his desire for such pleasure rearing itself and insisting that yes yes yes see, even a god can enjoy the acts of man that have them writhing and screaming always for more.)
It becomes all too much, however, when Childe finds yet again another perfect little angle to force his way in just as intent on impaling him with pain as he is with pleasure. They all begin to mix quite nicely, and Zhongli feels the tears stinging his eyes as over and over over again Childe thrusts into him and nails his prostate. It's truly too much, now, too much as it feels like a rough push or shove towards the edge of a cliff each time, and the buildup of what is to eventually happen if things continue as they are as exciting as they are anxiety-inducing.
Zhongli attempts to resist, but again, he's not in control at all, and is especially now completely at this young man's mercy as he forces him closer and closer to cumming without his permission. Breathing erratic, his entire body trembling and begging simultaneously for Childe's onslaught to cease as much as to never stop, his eyes widen as he's finally forced to lose his footing and fall over the edge—forced to spill. The orgasm has his vision going white as his entire body stiffens and clamps down on the other, the very incredibly obvious feeling of his own muscles greedily squeezing Childe's dick demanding more from it still, and the feeling of such generous precum spilling forth to continually slick up his insides to make him take that cock easier and easier sends another surge through him, making the first spurt of cum from him followed by yet another. It's been a long time since he's splattered on himself, he's sure, since he came this hard to the point he can't form any semblance of thought beyond how fucking good he feels right now even as the pleasure almost drags him entirely under; and his body is only interested in chasing that high to drown more in it. ]