[ perhaps he should feel more self-conscious that they're doing this in what is, essentially, what he intends to be the grave of Rex Lapis himself. perhaps the man is off in some room somewhere doing god knows what while his brother gets fucked by the assassin intent on putting a bullet in his skull. the notion that Childe is defiling his family right under his very nose is actually something that's kinkier than he's ever done before, and it's that more than anything that ultimately compels him to greater heights.
Zhongli's weight is light and easy to shift, the man practically feather-light in the face of Childe's strength. it's easy to lift and drop him, letting gravity do its job as Childe descends into a series of mindless, frenetic thrusts, like he's trying to carve out a place for himself in the other's body, as though the friction of his walls against his cock aren't enough, not nearly enough to drive them both crazy. his mouth latches onto an unblemished part of Zhongli's neck and sucks a hickey into his skin as his hips stutter into a feverish, hungry rhythm; he can feel his own spend dribbling down his dick before it gets washed away by the spray, hear the sound of Zhongli's body taking every inch he had to give as it was hammered into him and reshaped his insides.
maybe it's foolish, getting so caught up in this. Childe has ever been reckless, hotheaded but with the strength and reflexes to back it up. if Zhongli so desired to kill him right here and now, he would have to do it while being fucked within an inch of his life in turn. judging from the keening cries and the moans of pleasure the other man was letting out, he doesn't think that's something he has enough presence of mind to do.
so, Childe continues rutting into him like a mad beast. gravity and the weight he throws behind his movements ensure Zhongli is receiving nothing less than what he absolutely deserves, a complete, thorough ravishing that will be sure to leave the echo of their fucking on his body for days.
maybe Zhongli will end up limping around his brother. if that wasn't a giant middle finger to the man who had fucked him up, he didn't know what was. ]
Then cum -- [ he breathes out, panting hot and humid against Zhongli's skin, laving his neck in wet, affectionate kisses that trail up to his jaw before covering his mouth. he's all but got the other man crushed against the wall, using it to hold him up as he really goes to town on him, hammers into his body like he were nothing more than vessel for his pleasure. the stamina and speed he possesses is unmatched; it's almost inhuman, but if the rumors about the Tsaritsa and her assassins are to be believed it's not uncommon among the ranks of the Fatui. Childe will only break away from the kiss when his rhythm stutters, when it falters but he keeps on going, the tip of his cock reaching almost painful depths inside the other man, the prominent jut of his belly showcasing just how hard and how fast Childe is ramming into him. ]
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Zhongli's weight is light and easy to shift, the man practically feather-light in the face of Childe's strength. it's easy to lift and drop him, letting gravity do its job as Childe descends into a series of mindless, frenetic thrusts, like he's trying to carve out a place for himself in the other's body, as though the friction of his walls against his cock aren't enough, not nearly enough to drive them both crazy. his mouth latches onto an unblemished part of Zhongli's neck and sucks a hickey into his skin as his hips stutter into a feverish, hungry rhythm; he can feel his own spend dribbling down his dick before it gets washed away by the spray, hear the sound of Zhongli's body taking every inch he had to give as it was hammered into him and reshaped his insides.
maybe it's foolish, getting so caught up in this. Childe has ever been reckless, hotheaded but with the strength and reflexes to back it up. if Zhongli so desired to kill him right here and now, he would have to do it while being fucked within an inch of his life in turn. judging from the keening cries and the moans of pleasure the other man was letting out, he doesn't think that's something he has enough presence of mind to do.
so, Childe continues rutting into him like a mad beast. gravity and the weight he throws behind his movements ensure Zhongli is receiving nothing less than what he absolutely deserves, a complete, thorough ravishing that will be sure to leave the echo of their fucking on his body for days.
maybe Zhongli will end up limping around his brother. if that wasn't a giant middle finger to the man who had fucked him up, he didn't know what was. ]
Then cum -- [ he breathes out, panting hot and humid against Zhongli's skin, laving his neck in wet, affectionate kisses that trail up to his jaw before covering his mouth. he's all but got the other man crushed against the wall, using it to hold him up as he really goes to town on him, hammers into his body like he were nothing more than vessel for his pleasure. the stamina and speed he possesses is unmatched; it's almost inhuman, but if the rumors about the Tsaritsa and her assassins are to be believed it's not uncommon among the ranks of the Fatui. Childe will only break away from the kiss when his rhythm stutters, when it falters but he keeps on going, the tip of his cock reaching almost painful depths inside the other man, the prominent jut of his belly showcasing just how hard and how fast Childe is ramming into him. ]
Ah-- I'm close, I'm close, Zhongli--