[ Childe senses those small barely there uncertainties present in the other's body language, but all he can do is find them adorable and endearing. He knows that any nervousness is Zhongli unable to remember anything of this type rather than truly his first encounter (someone such ass Morax... to assume he didn't have any experience would be absurd) ... but there's something about it that makes Childe's chest feel warm all the same.

As if to emphasize his next point, he runs his tongue down the length of Zhongli's neck (as much as he can with that collar in place, antsy, which he will make sure to get rid of first as he begins to do immediately.) ]

You think I could ever get enough of you that I would not have room for more? Don't forget... my hunger has been left to fester for years. The only way you'll ruin my appetite is that I lose a taste for everything else except for you.

[ —and concerning that ... it's already too late. ]

Besides... [ As soon as he's loosened the tie and collar enough he'll start to lick and kiss at the newly exposed skin before pausing with a smile carved onto his features that presses easily against Zhongli's flesh. His hands shift to start working the buttons and layers loose on his lover next. ]

Even children know the rules: If I can't eat the full meal, how will I get to my dessert? I want that dessert more than anything.