[ Zhongli kisses the bared expanse of his throat when Childe crests over the edge, soft and tender as he slows his fingers to avoid hitting any more overly sensitive spots. ]

Of course.

But enjoy this for now. Savor it.

[ The gentle kisses trace their way up the edge of Childe's jaw. ]

The next battle will be there. I will be there.

There is no need to rush.