[ Zhongli blinks at Childe for a very long time, clearly vexed over being offered such a choice. What does he want? Being pressed against a wall and taken hungrily is very much what he would expect from Childe, impatient and inefficient and prone to challenges that he is. And Zhongli is certain he would find that experience enjoyable, infatuated with the rowdy side of the Snezhnayan diplomate as he is. But to be offered a bed, to call it making love—
That was the Childe who laughed and paid for his purchases whenever he forgot his wallet (that is to say, all the time). That was the Childe who drew him a bath and kept him warm on that first night in Snezhnaya. That was the Childe who offered him his home and his affection and asked for nothing in return as far as Zhongli could tell.
Ah, there really didn't need to be such deliberation, really. Zhongli knew what he wanted their first time to be like. He wanted that softer Childe that he felt affections for that few other saw. It was a bit selfish, seeing how the two of them were currently worked up at the moment (though it would take little to rekindle that passion after moving to the bed.)
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That was the Childe who laughed and paid for his purchases whenever he forgot his wallet (that is to say, all the time). That was the Childe who drew him a bath and kept him warm on that first night in Snezhnaya. That was the Childe who offered him his home and his affection and asked for nothing in return as far as Zhongli could tell.
Ah, there really didn't need to be such deliberation, really. Zhongli knew what he wanted their first time to be like. He wanted that softer Childe that he felt affections for that few other saw. It was a bit selfish, seeing how the two of them were currently worked up at the moment (though it would take little to rekindle that passion after moving to the bed.)
But still.
But still— ]
I want you to make love to me.
[ Zhongli wanted to be spoiled. ]