Childe knows he should pull back for so many reasons (did Zhongli really know if he wanted this? Is he simply indulging Childe's antics without much care of what it might mean? Is Childe really going to pursue openly making out in his damn office while his kid sister is somewhere around the vicinity??,) but the overwhelming desire and visceral need to have This (all of This) for even just a moment in time doesn't allow him to do anything of the sort.
When Zhongli pulls him down, he sinks further than simply closing the space between their bodies. Using one arm to press against the couch he holds some of his weight as to not simply dump it all upon Zhongli while his other hand digs into the couch cushion as he is consumed by the moment and the man beneath him.
(Never again, he promised himself. Never again with anyone. ...And yet, is this really "again" at all when it never ceased? He's wanted Zhongli for so fucking long how can anyone expect him to control himself being given a taste of it now?)
It doesn't seem to matter one bit how experienced or inexperienced the other is or otherwise seems, Tartaglia is more than willing to make up for it. The way his body shifts and adds just a hint of delicious friction, the way his lips become possessive in their passion (as he presses his tongue to lips and use it to gain access to that mouth he's wanted to ravage with his own since he laid eyes on it— )
Childe likes to think of himself as a sexually controlled individual. He has little need for it, willing to engage for the sake of business if absolutely needed, but very rarely did he have to seek out someone for a good fuck just to get it out of his system. But fuck if Zhongli didn't make him feel like he hasn't sex since they last saw each other, fuck if Zhongli doesn't bring out an insatiable sexual appetite... even if they never did anything like this before.
It's a good thing, then, that the back of the couch provides a bit of a shield should Tonia come back because it'll give Childe some precious seconds to disengage their activities. For now, though, anything to do with pulling back is the furthest from his mind. The's a part of him, too, that realizes this isn't simply him reacting to physical desire, either. Despite being turned in, he can't bring himself to make any progressive advances beyond kissing the other as if it's the only way he can possibly breathe. It's not perfect, he just wants to hold Zhongli, just be close to him— And no amount of insistence that he actually just wants sex is able to distract him from that.
( Stay. I want you to stay with me until there's nothing left of either of us. ) ]
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Childe knows he should pull back for so many reasons (did Zhongli really know if he wanted this? Is he simply indulging Childe's antics without much care of what it might mean? Is Childe really going to pursue openly making out in his damn office while his kid sister is somewhere around the vicinity??,) but the overwhelming desire and visceral need to have This (all of This) for even just a moment in time doesn't allow him to do anything of the sort.
When Zhongli pulls him down, he sinks further than simply closing the space between their bodies. Using one arm to press against the couch he holds some of his weight as to not simply dump it all upon Zhongli while his other hand digs into the couch cushion as he is consumed by the moment and the man beneath him.
(Never again, he promised himself. Never again with anyone. ...And yet, is this really "again" at all when it never ceased? He's wanted Zhongli for so fucking long how can anyone expect him to control himself being given a taste of it now?)
It doesn't seem to matter one bit how experienced or inexperienced the other is or otherwise seems, Tartaglia is more than willing to make up for it. The way his body shifts and adds just a hint of delicious friction, the way his lips become possessive in their passion (as he presses his tongue to lips and use it to gain access to that mouth he's wanted to ravage with his own since he laid eyes on it— )
Childe likes to think of himself as a sexually controlled individual. He has little need for it, willing to engage for the sake of business if absolutely needed, but very rarely did he have to seek out someone for a good fuck just to get it out of his system. But fuck if Zhongli didn't make him feel like he hasn't sex since they last saw each other, fuck if Zhongli doesn't bring out an insatiable sexual appetite... even if they never did anything like this before.
It's a good thing, then, that the back of the couch provides a bit of a shield should Tonia come back because it'll give Childe some precious seconds to disengage their activities. For now, though, anything to do with pulling back is the furthest from his mind. The's a part of him, too, that realizes this isn't simply him reacting to physical desire, either. Despite being turned in, he can't bring himself to make any progressive advances beyond kissing the other as if it's the only way he can possibly breathe. It's not perfect, he just wants to hold Zhongli, just be close to him— And no amount of insistence that he actually just wants sex is able to distract him from that.
( Stay. I want you to stay with me until there's nothing left of either of us. ) ]