[ Childe is too much. He always is and Zhongli craves that about him. Craves the disparity between the soft caress to his ear and the throbbing ache in his neck. How a person can be so gentle and yet so fierce at the same time.
Nails twist and dig into the fabric of Childe's shirt as Zhongli's back arches off the bed. His fingers would be blanched white if not for the obsidian gold corruption that laces his skin. ]
Yes.
Yes. All yours.
[ And he squirms as Childe's warm hand traces over where the mark used to be, his leg attempting once again to hitch over Childe's hip though Childe has it thoroughly pinned. ]
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Nails twist and dig into the fabric of Childe's shirt as Zhongli's back arches off the bed. His fingers would be blanched white if not for the obsidian gold corruption that laces his skin. ]
Yes.
Yes. All yours.
[ And he squirms as Childe's warm hand traces over where the mark used to be, his leg attempting once again to hitch over Childe's hip though Childe has it thoroughly pinned. ]
Childe.
[ A gasp turned into a whine. ]
Kiss me. Please.