[ Zhongli doesn't hesitate to return any of the kisses, especially not the one that would normally have him reeling in confusion (if he were in his right enough mind) as to why it's done in such a soft manner. For better or for worse, however, Zhongli's mind is elsewhere and his physical reactions are based on whatever feels best.

Kissing Childe in the same way its given feels as if it's the only right thing to do, and so he does. He isn't even very much aware that Childe's dick still isn't actually satisfied just yet, the full feeling and being stuffed up with cock and cum to be expected considering how much was unloaded inside of him.

At least, until Childe makes the obvious hint that he's still not spent himself.

...Hm? Looking at him... how, exactly?

Zhongli can't help but wonder as he realizes he has no idea what kind of expression he's wearing for Childe now, and he can't bring himself to attempt to change it, either, he feels so done in at the moment.

Nevertheless, a soft apology escapes him even as attempts to stay grounded and focus with the help of the other. ]

It wasn't my intention... but bed sounds nice. [ there is a short pause before he moves to flick his tongue out over Childe's lips sensually. ] If you are still so excited after a short rest, then we shall continue until you can't pump another drop of cum inside of me. Is it acceptable?

[ those words suggest Zhongli is at least somewhat coherent finally, although they also suggest he a little sex addicted, as well— and that isn't wrong. There's no way he plans on letting it end without wearing out the other. He just ... needs to rest a little himself first.

Surely Childe can be patient enough for it. ]