[ he doesn’t spend another second as he is, instead turning around to lay on his back, legs still spread, so zhongli can do as he likes. childe keeps his fingers buried inside himself, moving them at a slow enough pace to keep him excited and interested, not that he needs to, but the constant stimuli is helping to drive him wild. ]

Please, Xiansheng. [ he reaches for him with his other hand, desperate for him in any fashion - a kiss, a touch, a stroke, a fuck. ] I need you.