I don't think we've even left the harbor yet, you animal.
[ right as he says that the foghorn sounds, cutting through the air and announcing their departure. the boat creaks as the anchor's lifted and the sail dropped, and the steady beat of oars to launch them off the docks sounds in steady slaps against the still water.
there's fortunately nothing on the nightstand in the room that needs to be secured, and Zhongli's own luggage will lean over just a smidge as the boat rocks and properly rights itself. Childe doesn't pay attention to any of this, because Zhongli chooses at that moment to look at him softly, tenderly, and like the first time all over again he can't help but be drawn into him.
their shoes get dropped off the side but he doesn't look over, doesn't look at anything that isn't the man beside him. he's kissing him, now, and Childe is hardly the sort of person to not take what he wants so it takes little prompting for him to return the kiss, cupping at the other's face and angling him properly to deepen it.
he chuckles, soft and warm and affectionate, and gently presses a hand against Zhongli's shoulder to guide him back onto the mattress. ]
We can't have that, now can we? How would you like me to warm you up... [ he's quick to follow, leaning his head over Zhongli's own and licking at the seam of his lips playfully. ] ... Zhongli?
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[ right as he says that the foghorn sounds, cutting through the air and announcing their departure. the boat creaks as the anchor's lifted and the sail dropped, and the steady beat of oars to launch them off the docks sounds in steady slaps against the still water.
there's fortunately nothing on the nightstand in the room that needs to be secured, and Zhongli's own luggage will lean over just a smidge as the boat rocks and properly rights itself. Childe doesn't pay attention to any of this, because Zhongli chooses at that moment to look at him softly, tenderly, and like the first time all over again he can't help but be drawn into him.
their shoes get dropped off the side but he doesn't look over, doesn't look at anything that isn't the man beside him. he's kissing him, now, and Childe is hardly the sort of person to not take what he wants so it takes little prompting for him to return the kiss, cupping at the other's face and angling him properly to deepen it.
he chuckles, soft and warm and affectionate, and gently presses a hand against Zhongli's shoulder to guide him back onto the mattress. ]
We can't have that, now can we? How would you like me to warm you up... [ he's quick to follow, leaning his head over Zhongli's own and licking at the seam of his lips playfully. ] ... Zhongli?