[ The kisses continue as Childe shifts beneath some drifting to his nose and cheeks and others to the offered palm and fingers. ]

You do not have to beg, beloved. You never have to beg.

[ A hand trails down between Childe's legs, fingers gently and carefully exploring so as to not overstimulate him. Rough he promised, but Zhongli has no intention of entering him without him being properly slicked up. Luckily Wild City traits help with that department.

He coats his fingers in the liquid, working Childe open even further with precise scissoring motions. ]

There you are. So perfect for me.

[ And a gentle tug on the arm covering his eyes. ]

Will you let me see your beautiful face?