Zhongli's entire body spasms as his breath hitches, fingertips digging into the thick material of Childe's coat. A good portion of that is due to the attention that Childe is physically paying attention to him (the warmth of his mouth and tongue on places that are not even usually exposed) but Childe's words and the unbridled exposure of his desire is what truly overwhelms him. Zhongli can feel the heated flush to his cheeks and spreading to the rest of his body. Uncontrollable and exposed as Childe's slowly strips layer after layer of clothing off him.
That same heat and desire burn within Zhongli as well in addition to the need to reciprocate. But unlike every other aspect of his life were he was either knowledgeable or had a particular way of doing things, he finds himself lost in the spontaneity and ambiguity of whatever was happening between him and Childe. He wanted it. Oh Archons, he also wanted it more than anything. But he had never been so unsure on how to proceed before. ]
Childe... I have not—
I have never...
[ Ah, it's so hard to concentrate over the rush of heat overtaking him and the feel of Childe pressed against him. Whatever pride and attempts at remaining composed through all of this begin to slowly melt away. ]
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Zhongli's entire body spasms as his breath hitches, fingertips digging into the thick material of Childe's coat. A good portion of that is due to the attention that Childe is physically paying attention to him (the warmth of his mouth and tongue on places that are not even usually exposed) but Childe's words and the unbridled exposure of his desire is what truly overwhelms him. Zhongli can feel the heated flush to his cheeks and spreading to the rest of his body. Uncontrollable and exposed as Childe's slowly strips layer after layer of clothing off him.
That same heat and desire burn within Zhongli as well in addition to the need to reciprocate. But unlike every other aspect of his life were he was either knowledgeable or had a particular way of doing things, he finds himself lost in the spontaneity and ambiguity of whatever was happening between him and Childe. He wanted it. Oh Archons, he also wanted it more than anything. But he had never been so unsure on how to proceed before. ]
Childe... I have not—
I have never...
[ Ah, it's so hard to concentrate over the rush of heat overtaking him and the feel of Childe pressed against him. Whatever pride and attempts at remaining composed through all of this begin to slowly melt away. ]
But I want you. I want you so dearly.