[hips rise and fall and Zhongli groans in turn, fingers digging into his side a little. Eagerness is hard not to just follow, his movements staying even, a little slow, for now.]
How could I — nnh! — refuse?
[He could keep a shallow pace, if he was smart, make it all consistent. It's just... Dohalim takes him so well, so eagerly. How could he just stay reasonable?
The first movements have Dohalim lifted up just a few inches, stopping when the pressure is just barely overwhelming before yanking him back down, hips slapping into hips. His cock twitches at the difference in heat, the pressure of it, and the deity leans in for another kiss while he sets his pace. This one is significantly more desperate, tongue demanding entry to explore.
All the while, his pace ramps up, pulling Dohalim up another inch until, finally, the tip almost threatens to pull out before he's pulled back down, a guttural snarl on his lips when he's fully seated again, hips grinding the bulbous end into his stretched ring.
He feels good... he feels so good, and it kicks something in his brain into motion. He wants to devour him, to carve his whole body into something no one else could ever satisfy. It's all his now, too treasure and to ruin as he likes. The position won't be good enough for long, but he holds it for now.]
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Ah—haah...
[hips rise and fall and Zhongli groans in turn, fingers digging into his side a little. Eagerness is hard not to just follow, his movements staying even, a little slow, for now.]
How could I — nnh! — refuse?
[He could keep a shallow pace, if he was smart, make it all consistent. It's just... Dohalim takes him so well, so eagerly. How could he just stay reasonable?
The first movements have Dohalim lifted up just a few inches, stopping when the pressure is just barely overwhelming before yanking him back down, hips slapping into hips. His cock twitches at the difference in heat, the pressure of it, and the deity leans in for another kiss while he sets his pace. This one is significantly more desperate, tongue demanding entry to explore.
All the while, his pace ramps up, pulling Dohalim up another inch until, finally, the tip almost threatens to pull out before he's pulled back down, a guttural snarl on his lips when he's fully seated again, hips grinding the bulbous end into his stretched ring.
He feels good... he feels so good, and it kicks something in his brain into motion. He wants to devour him, to carve his whole body into something no one else could ever satisfy. It's all his now, too treasure and to ruin as he likes. The position won't be good enough for long, but he holds it for now.]