[he really is very pretty to look at, especially like this, so willing to do whatever it is Dohalim wants him to do. upon first glance, Dohalim's face is that of passive expression, as if already bored of watching Zhongli. but upon closer inspection, there's that undeniable hunger in his darkened eyes, to match the fingers tightening in the deity's hair. the mouthpiece of the pipe rests against Dohalim's bottom lip, as he lets out a soft sigh that hitches as he feels the tip hit the back of the other's throat. ah... he really does take his cock in very well...
sliding his hand through the dark tresses of Zhongli's hair, Dohalim pushes down at the back of his head, to slip more of his cock into that wet heat, to hilt himself completely in the deity's mouth. that is when he doesn't relent, keeping the pressure against Zhongli's head, not allowing him to pull away. the amber hunger turning almost ravenous]
Ah... Look at you. At the whims of a mortal...
[eyes flash indigo as his vines are summoned, slowly creeping up on Zhongli, wrapping themselves around his ankles and tail. gentle, juxtaposed with the look in Dohalim's eyes]
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sliding his hand through the dark tresses of Zhongli's hair, Dohalim pushes down at the back of his head, to slip more of his cock into that wet heat, to hilt himself completely in the deity's mouth. that is when he doesn't relent, keeping the pressure against Zhongli's head, not allowing him to pull away. the amber hunger turning almost ravenous]
Ah... Look at you. At the whims of a mortal...
[eyes flash indigo as his vines are summoned, slowly creeping up on Zhongli, wrapping themselves around his ankles and tail. gentle, juxtaposed with the look in Dohalim's eyes]