Fuck you. [ he hisses, venomous and spiteful and edged in breathy pain. it's almost unsurprising that the hit didn't really do much, but he's always been persistent, always a thorn in someone's side and it doesn't take long before he's pulling his fist back to do it again.
this is a new low, he thinks, even for someone like Rex who would joke about killing off his own brother like it were nothing. as much as Childe wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt that he wouldn't murder Zhongli in cold blood - there were too many disadvantages for him, he thought, and besides that how could anyone look at Zhongli and want to do him harm? it didn't make any sense - if Rex were capable of doing this he shuddered to think about how he might treat family if they got in his way.
laid out as he is over the desk there's not a whole lot he can do to try and push himself off the other's dick, and his leg squirms uselessly where it's thrown over Rex Lapis's shoulder before he slide it over in an attempt to put pressure on his neck. doing so may or may not tighten him up considerably over the other man, and the sensation of the mafia head fucking into him is intensified along with the bright flare of pain that abruptly peters off into something... more.
his previously deflated cock gives an interested twitch. a sneer curls his lips, and with a sudden burst of strength, he fists a hand roughly into Rex's hair and yanks him down into a biting, bruising kiss meant to hurt as much as shut him up. ]
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this is a new low, he thinks, even for someone like Rex who would joke about killing off his own brother like it were nothing. as much as Childe wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt that he wouldn't murder Zhongli in cold blood - there were too many disadvantages for him, he thought, and besides that how could anyone look at Zhongli and want to do him harm? it didn't make any sense - if Rex were capable of doing this he shuddered to think about how he might treat family if they got in his way.
laid out as he is over the desk there's not a whole lot he can do to try and push himself off the other's dick, and his leg squirms uselessly where it's thrown over Rex Lapis's shoulder before he slide it over in an attempt to put pressure on his neck. doing so may or may not tighten him up considerably over the other man, and the sensation of the mafia head fucking into him is intensified along with the bright flare of pain that abruptly peters off into something... more.
his previously deflated cock gives an interested twitch. a sneer curls his lips, and with a sudden burst of strength, he fists a hand roughly into Rex's hair and yanks him down into a biting, bruising kiss meant to hurt as much as shut him up. ]