[ Childe can feel his breath hitch in his throat when Zhongli drags his cock along his stomach, the pre-cum beading at the tip dribbling free and oozing along the other man's stomach in sticky, shining trails of wetness and slick. It feels almost blasphemous that he should be doing this to such a pretty person, but he has to admit it's even hotter because Zhongli is so pretty. If he'd come to Childe as anything else aside from the mild-mannered, adorable brother to the deadly head of a mafia family he might not have been so charmed.
He can feel his cock twitch in Zhongli's hold and he groans, leaning in to press a kiss against the other man's forehead in a gesture of affection that's almost too intimate for what they were to each other. But the air between them has been charged with a sense of fondness and playfulness ever since they met, so he imagines he can be excused. ]
It seems I was cautious of the wrong brother... [ Comes the low hum, his fingers squeezing warmly along Zhongli's thighs. As much as he enjoys the friction of the other's hand on his cock, he'd enjoy a different type of friction more. ] It feels like you're more determined to leave me bedridden than he did.
[ It takes little effort to pull his hips back, and if he happens to draw out the slow drag of his dick over the other's abdomen to paint his body in even more pre-cum, he really can't be blamed. When faced with someone like Zhongli who could resist debauching him?
By all rights he should be tired, should be on the verge of passing out with what had happened to him today plus a round of mind-blowing sex on top of that, but... Zhongli just had a way of keeping him going. He accepts that, now, as he lowers a hand to angle himself, granting the other man's leg its freedom in the process. Despite how hard he'd gone before his cock still looks intimidating when presented before Zhongli's hole, but he knows better than anyone that he could definitely fit, and the other man would gladly welcome him in.
Childe fists himself gently to slick his dick up with the pre-cum he'd been oozing over Zhongli's stomach, pulling at his cock while his attention remains riveted on Zhongli's winking entrance. Once he's deemed himself ready, as wet and as hard as he was ever going to get - enough to soothe his impatience, anyway - he gently lowers his cock and presses in, slow, building pressure that culminates in a groan when the mushroomed head of his dick pops inside with virtually no resistance. He's quick to feed the rest of his cock into him, knowing Zhongli is more than capable of taking it, and the gradual slide back inside the other man feels a lot like coming home. ]
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He can feel his cock twitch in Zhongli's hold and he groans, leaning in to press a kiss against the other man's forehead in a gesture of affection that's almost too intimate for what they were to each other. But the air between them has been charged with a sense of fondness and playfulness ever since they met, so he imagines he can be excused. ]
It seems I was cautious of the wrong brother... [ Comes the low hum, his fingers squeezing warmly along Zhongli's thighs. As much as he enjoys the friction of the other's hand on his cock, he'd enjoy a different type of friction more. ] It feels like you're more determined to leave me bedridden than he did.
[ It takes little effort to pull his hips back, and if he happens to draw out the slow drag of his dick over the other's abdomen to paint his body in even more pre-cum, he really can't be blamed. When faced with someone like Zhongli who could resist debauching him?
By all rights he should be tired, should be on the verge of passing out with what had happened to him today plus a round of mind-blowing sex on top of that, but... Zhongli just had a way of keeping him going. He accepts that, now, as he lowers a hand to angle himself, granting the other man's leg its freedom in the process. Despite how hard he'd gone before his cock still looks intimidating when presented before Zhongli's hole, but he knows better than anyone that he could definitely fit, and the other man would gladly welcome him in.
Childe fists himself gently to slick his dick up with the pre-cum he'd been oozing over Zhongli's stomach, pulling at his cock while his attention remains riveted on Zhongli's winking entrance. Once he's deemed himself ready, as wet and as hard as he was ever going to get - enough to soothe his impatience, anyway - he gently lowers his cock and presses in, slow, building pressure that culminates in a groan when the mushroomed head of his dick pops inside with virtually no resistance. He's quick to feed the rest of his cock into him, knowing Zhongli is more than capable of taking it, and the gradual slide back inside the other man feels a lot like coming home. ]
Ah... you're still kinda... wet inside....