( zhongli's voice sails over the word fucked like silk on bare skin; it's an opulent but vular thrill, searing through him hotter than the press of his thigh to his cock. he wants to suck another one just like it from his tongue. )
I've done worse for less.
( he leans away from him, shedding his jacket with a fluid shrug and shake of his arms, then returns his hand to zhongli's trousers and grips his cock again, for emphasis. zhongli is here now, solid and molten between childe's squeezing fingers, and the idea of relocating to somewhere more ideal or appropriate feels like an impossibility, like torture. not when he's giving him so much already, uncut crystal caving to muscle and flesh, everything he can kiss and touch and fuck and make flush with his teeth and tongue and wandering hands. vulnerabilities, cleanly culled from zhongli's body to be hoarded in childe's hungry mouth.
it's ridiculous. it's naΓ―ve. he's twenty-one and starved.
his focus sharpens, narrowing on the spit-slick gleam of zhongli's mouth. i did that, too. he meets every lingering kiss with a coaxing slide of his tongue, head tilted and throat arched to force zhongli into a leaning stretch over him. )
Or ( β as he parts for air, lips brushing zhongli's chin β ) would you consider this a desecration of a sacred space? ( his hand on his cock. his mouth on his cock. childe on his hands and knees, prostrated in filthy irreverence instead of worship. all of it, maybe. this is where they kept rex lapis' hollowed vessel. ) You'll have to forgive me. I'm not intimately familiar with your customs, but I'd like to learn.
( it could be the gravest, most damning blasphemy for all childe knows, but his apology carries no hint of self-reproach. he's still testing for soft give in zhongli's boundaries, places where the glass cracks on top of a bottomless chasm and he hits a point of no return β deliberate ruination, invited in on a single shattering swing of his fist.
he licks his palm to ease the rough slide of his hand over zhongli's cock, nails scraping his navel on his way back down, and shifts into a wetter and tighter rhythm. )
Is it offensive to fuck a foreigner over the floor of the Golden House?
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I've done worse for less.
( he leans away from him, shedding his jacket with a fluid shrug and shake of his arms, then returns his hand to zhongli's trousers and grips his cock again, for emphasis. zhongli is here now, solid and molten between childe's squeezing fingers, and the idea of relocating to somewhere more ideal or appropriate feels like an impossibility, like torture. not when he's giving him so much already, uncut crystal caving to muscle and flesh, everything he can kiss and touch and fuck and make flush with his teeth and tongue and wandering hands. vulnerabilities, cleanly culled from zhongli's body to be hoarded in childe's hungry mouth.
it's ridiculous. it's naΓ―ve. he's twenty-one and starved.
his focus sharpens, narrowing on the spit-slick gleam of zhongli's mouth. i did that, too. he meets every lingering kiss with a coaxing slide of his tongue, head tilted and throat arched to force zhongli into a leaning stretch over him. )
Or ( β as he parts for air, lips brushing zhongli's chin β ) would you consider this a desecration of a sacred space? ( his hand on his cock. his mouth on his cock. childe on his hands and knees, prostrated in filthy irreverence instead of worship. all of it, maybe. this is where they kept rex lapis' hollowed vessel. ) You'll have to forgive me. I'm not intimately familiar with your customs, but I'd like to learn.
( it could be the gravest, most damning blasphemy for all childe knows, but his apology carries no hint of self-reproach. he's still testing for soft give in zhongli's boundaries, places where the glass cracks on top of a bottomless chasm and he hits a point of no return β deliberate ruination, invited in on a single shattering swing of his fist.
he licks his palm to ease the rough slide of his hand over zhongli's cock, nails scraping his navel on his way back down, and shifts into a wetter and tighter rhythm. )
Is it offensive to fuck a foreigner over the floor of the Golden House?