[ if this is the way his desk is going to be damaged, zhongli has no one to blame but himself. he's too focused on how childe's cock fills in his mouth and touches the back of his throat. he's careful not to drag his teeth as he bobs his head.
childe groans and shudders, moans his name, and it's liquid fire through zhongli's golden blood. no amount of his imagination could conjure these sounds from his throat or the tremors in his hips. zhongli's gaze flickers up, and the dazed, desperate look in his cerulean eyes makes his lower stomach clench. he would keep that gaze as long as he could.
ah, they've reached that point. zhongli slows his pace to a halt, tightening his lips as they settle on the base of his length. he slides childe's swollen cock from his mouth and lets it drop stiffly over his stomach. when he leans back, he takes in the full measure of childe as he licks the line of spit from his lips. childe is a miracle: his open lips, the shine of sweat slowly building on his skin, his scar-laden chest and standing nipples, his drooling cock. zhongli's hunger swells in his chest. he would devour childe in the only way he can. ]
Very well.
[ he wipes his slick palm against the side of childe's hip. with both hands mostly clean, he pulls childe's boots from his feet and rolls his pants down after them. as he slips one leg from his ankle, he leans between childe's legs and briefly sinks his teeth into his inner thigh, pricking his skin with sharpened canines. blood touches on his tongue, metallic and warm. he sets his hands onto childe's bare thighs for leverage—warm, supple, tensed—and after he lets go, he cleans the wound with one slow lick. ]
Tell me what it is you want.
[ he did understand what childe meant. he just wants to hear it, because he's a terrible tease. ]
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childe groans and shudders, moans his name, and it's liquid fire through zhongli's golden blood. no amount of his imagination could conjure these sounds from his throat or the tremors in his hips. zhongli's gaze flickers up, and the dazed, desperate look in his cerulean eyes makes his lower stomach clench. he would keep that gaze as long as he could.
ah, they've reached that point. zhongli slows his pace to a halt, tightening his lips as they settle on the base of his length. he slides childe's swollen cock from his mouth and lets it drop stiffly over his stomach. when he leans back, he takes in the full measure of childe as he licks the line of spit from his lips. childe is a miracle: his open lips, the shine of sweat slowly building on his skin, his scar-laden chest and standing nipples, his drooling cock. zhongli's hunger swells in his chest. he would devour childe in the only way he can. ]
Very well.
[ he wipes his slick palm against the side of childe's hip. with both hands mostly clean, he pulls childe's boots from his feet and rolls his pants down after them. as he slips one leg from his ankle, he leans between childe's legs and briefly sinks his teeth into his inner thigh, pricking his skin with sharpened canines. blood touches on his tongue, metallic and warm. he sets his hands onto childe's bare thighs for leverage—warm, supple, tensed—and after he lets go, he cleans the wound with one slow lick. ]
Tell me what it is you want.
[ he did understand what childe meant. he just wants to hear it, because he's a terrible tease. ]