[ artistry. ah, right, the statues. childe might have started to think about it, but whatever thoughts he had about wars waged and garments worn burst before his eyes into tens of hundreds of thousands of pretty little stars, the sensory overload coming from the flood of affection as zhongli opens him up enough to make him cry out and nearly come. it is he who is getting thoroughly wrecked now, the words heard but barely understood as he bites his lip, squirming in place and muffling another moan. ]

[ pleasure surges to the surface, so it'll certainly come as a punch to zhongli. ] H- Hahh. [ a lopsided smile as he tries to spread himself, hoping the ease of access will help zhongli fuck him open faster, because he wants more more more. ] Xiansheng. Fine, it's... I'm fine. It's good. You, I need you, please. [ do you feel that desperation? it's hot and heavy - desire its driving force. ]