[ A bright flush creeps up Zhongli's cheeks at Childe's words, warmed by the care and attention that he has been so carefully receiving. Perhaps if he was just a funeral parlor consultant, he would have been too embarrassed to ask for something so directly. Or perhaps with his exacting standards, he would have known exactly how he wanted this to play out according to theories he had read or scholars he had listened to.
Zhongli — however — does none of those things as one hand slips between them to catch the hand teasing his inner thighs. He laces their fingers together, holding Childe tight as he moves their joined hands right to his heated core with is already at attention with arousal even through the remaining layers of their clothing. A slightly uncomfortable sensation if not for the wealth of pleasure the rest of him was feeling.
His eyes never look away from Childe's, deep and fond like one willingly drowning in the depths of a merman's song: ]
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Zhongli — however — does none of those things as one hand slips between them to catch the hand teasing his inner thighs. He laces their fingers together, holding Childe tight as he moves their joined hands right to his heated core with is already at attention with arousal even through the remaining layers of their clothing. A slightly uncomfortable sensation if not for the wealth of pleasure the rest of him was feeling.
His eyes never look away from Childe's, deep and fond like one willingly drowning in the depths of a merman's song: ]
Here.
I don't want to have to wait for you any longer.