[ childe tries to decipher the ancient text being scribbled on his stomach, but it's not making a lick of sense and it's driving him nuts. what could zhongli possibly b- oh. oh. rex lapis. he knows that if nothing else. childe's eyes instantly glaze over and his breath hitches as the mark burns bright. he squirms beneath him and lifts his hips against zhongli's fingers to force some more contact. ] ...s'just you, Xiansheng. It's all you. [ the mark is definitely influencing him to a staggering degree, but zhongli is also having his own effect on him too. ]

[ he grabs for the scarf wrapped around his neck, tugging hastily as he tries to shed it, several sloppy and other seemingly ill practiced movements following as he tries to remove more of his clothing. ] Zhongli Xiansheng. Don't stop touching me. I... I need you.