[ Zhongli does a pretty good job riling him up, if the little swat he delivers to the other man's bottom is anything to go by. The smack is especially loud with wet skin, and the rub of his palm over the other's reddened rump is more apologetic as a result. Not that he imagined he had to treat Zhongli gentle, since he's pretty sure the man will pull his hair and kick him until he fucks him like he deserves. But he can be sweet in the downtime so that the aftermath doesn't take too much of a toll on the other's body, especially since he's not sure if he's to be imprisoned here or set free afterward.
Perhaps, really, it all depends on how well he can convince Zhongli to get Rex Lapis to let him live.
The bed is large and plush and perfect for rolling around in, and Childe wastes no time in laying the other down over it. Fingers skim down along Zhongli's sides in ticklish motions before he grasps a thigh in each hand and pushes up, applying gradual pressure to get the man's knees up to touch his chest. It's then that he manages to somehow finagle his way out of the other's hold - though not without some reluctance, and an apologetic kiss traded for his freedom - and he leans back to thoroughly admire the view set before him.
Zhongli looks like a completely different person from the one he'd met in the alley. There's some similarities, of course, in the hair and the eyes and the shape of his body, but laid out on the covers like this, naked and wet and looking thoroughly ravished - he looks as though he'd walked straight out of Childe's fantasies and into his arms.
It probably doesn't help that Zhongli is kind of sort of his type - type being pretty that can take a good pounding, slim hips and a snatched waist and a fat ass - but given the man's healthy appetite in the face of Childe's own only made it even better.
He spends a long moment just admiring, sweeping his gaze from Zhongli's eyes to over his pale, glistening body down to his chest, and then further to where his cock sits pretty against his stomach. It takes little prompting for his hands to roam the same path, tracing over muscles and skimming along flesh as though he intends to commit every inch of him to memory. ]
You know... you're really pretty. Do people ever tell you that, or are they too afraid to?
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Perhaps, really, it all depends on how well he can convince Zhongli to get Rex Lapis to let him live.
The bed is large and plush and perfect for rolling around in, and Childe wastes no time in laying the other down over it. Fingers skim down along Zhongli's sides in ticklish motions before he grasps a thigh in each hand and pushes up, applying gradual pressure to get the man's knees up to touch his chest. It's then that he manages to somehow finagle his way out of the other's hold - though not without some reluctance, and an apologetic kiss traded for his freedom - and he leans back to thoroughly admire the view set before him.
Zhongli looks like a completely different person from the one he'd met in the alley. There's some similarities, of course, in the hair and the eyes and the shape of his body, but laid out on the covers like this, naked and wet and looking thoroughly ravished - he looks as though he'd walked straight out of Childe's fantasies and into his arms.
It probably doesn't help that Zhongli is kind of sort of his type - type being pretty that can take a good pounding, slim hips and a snatched waist and a fat ass - but given the man's healthy appetite in the face of Childe's own only made it even better.
He spends a long moment just admiring, sweeping his gaze from Zhongli's eyes to over his pale, glistening body down to his chest, and then further to where his cock sits pretty against his stomach. It takes little prompting for his hands to roam the same path, tracing over muscles and skimming along flesh as though he intends to commit every inch of him to memory. ]
You know... you're really pretty. Do people ever tell you that, or are they too afraid to?