[he already wasn't holding back at the end there, but now Zhongli's efforts are redoubled. the fact that he intends to do very little talking is unrelated, a factor for another, more distant moment.
right now, all he cares about is the press of Dohalim's cock against his throat, the pushes and tugs that guide his pace and let him measure his teasing to push the redhead toward his first orgasm. every merciless press of his prostate, every gulp and slurp of his mouth and tongue, is deliberate in pushing him to that edge.
regardless of what motion or thought pushes him past the edge, Zhongli gives a soft noise when fingers push his head down. his eyes close with the first gulp, comfortably nuzzled in against Dohalim's torso. there he stays, tongue coaxing out every drop he can get, until the Renan flops back onto the bed at the end of his orgasm.
once he finally pulls back, lapping up any stray droplets, the deity pulls his fingers free to give him a moment to calm down.]
Ah... haah... much better. [there's a pleasant ache to his throat, a warmth that colours his cheeks as he leans up to capture his lover's lips for a brief moment.] I needed that.
[he'll work on pulling off his clothes soon enough, when Dohalim's hands leave his hair. that's... really the most they need to "talk" about, isn't it?]
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right now, all he cares about is the press of Dohalim's cock against his throat, the pushes and tugs that guide his pace and let him measure his teasing to push the redhead toward his first orgasm. every merciless press of his prostate, every gulp and slurp of his mouth and tongue, is deliberate in pushing him to that edge.
regardless of what motion or thought pushes him past the edge, Zhongli gives a soft noise when fingers push his head down. his eyes close with the first gulp, comfortably nuzzled in against Dohalim's torso. there he stays, tongue coaxing out every drop he can get, until the Renan flops back onto the bed at the end of his orgasm.
once he finally pulls back, lapping up any stray droplets, the deity pulls his fingers free to give him a moment to calm down.]
Ah... haah... much better. [there's a pleasant ache to his throat, a warmth that colours his cheeks as he leans up to capture his lover's lips for a brief moment.] I needed that.
[he'll work on pulling off his clothes soon enough, when Dohalim's hands leave his hair. that's... really the most they need to "talk" about, isn't it?]