[as Zhongli's fingers finally reach his prostate, Dohalim lets out a sharp yelp, before melting into a moan. gods, gods it feels so good, everything feels so good. he hasn't enjoyed himself like this in so long, or rather, he hasn't let himself enjoy something like this. but with the deity's serpentine tongue working him, and those fingers stretching and curling in him, how could he not? especially because it's Zhongli...
he wants to cum so badly, but something's holding him back. he isn't sure what, exactly... perhaps he wants more? perhaps he feels this is a little too one sided? he wants Zhongli to feel good, too, and he can't imagine this is satisfying enough on his part. pushing himself back up onto his elbow (and foregoing trying to silence himself at this point), Dohalim looks down at Zhongli, at those eyes that say so much. his own (not that he can tell), are so blown out that his irises almost look like amber eclipses, his lips parted as he tries to catch breath, cheeks flushed pink. oh, but how sinuous he looks in between his legs like this... but he wants more. he wants more of the deity]
I need...
[it's not even a want, now. his entire being is almost burning with need]
I need you in me... Please... Let me offer myself up to you...
[Dohalim doesn't even know where these words are coming from, and if anyone were to hear it out of context, it would almost sound like he's offering himself up as a sacrifice. to be fair, though... it's not too far from the truth, right? to offer himself to a deity, to be used however Zhongli sees fit...]
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he wants to cum so badly, but something's holding him back. he isn't sure what, exactly... perhaps he wants more? perhaps he feels this is a little too one sided? he wants Zhongli to feel good, too, and he can't imagine this is satisfying enough on his part. pushing himself back up onto his elbow (and foregoing trying to silence himself at this point), Dohalim looks down at Zhongli, at those eyes that say so much. his own (not that he can tell), are so blown out that his irises almost look like amber eclipses, his lips parted as he tries to catch breath, cheeks flushed pink. oh, but how sinuous he looks in between his legs like this... but he wants more. he wants more of the deity]
I need...
[it's not even a want, now. his entire being is almost burning with need]
I need you in me... Please... Let me offer myself up to you...
[Dohalim doesn't even know where these words are coming from, and if anyone were to hear it out of context, it would almost sound like he's offering himself up as a sacrifice. to be fair, though... it's not too far from the truth, right? to offer himself to a deity, to be used however Zhongli sees fit...]