[Dohalim matches that desperation in their kiss; there's no denial when Zhongli slips his tongue in his mouth again. fascinating thoughts (some that should be worrying, really) pass through his mind, some that land on what it would feel like if the deity would slip that serpentine tongue down his throat. would he like the feeling of being choked in such a way, making his body beg for breath until stars form in his view? just how far would it slip down his throat? would he be able to feel it if he were to hold onto his neck? again, fascinating thoughts.
thoughts that, as Zhongli snaps his hips up and brings Dohalim's down, are violently interrupted as he breaks the kiss, letting out yet another loud moan. he really should be mindful of making such wanton sounds, especially when it's the middle of the day, and, as far as the palace court and staff know, he's still recovering from illness. but he just can't help himself as more of those sounds are punched out of him with every thrust, and every grind of that bulb pressing past tight muscle. it's when he's lifted almost completely off Zhongli's cock before being dropped down onto it again that rips any rational thought and lingering worry from his mind; all there is now is them. them, and their intimacy, and their fondness for each other. and all he wants is more, all he wants is to be completely spent, shaped to the will of this god, however he sees fit]
N... need more... please, please...
[he can't help but continue to beg, his own hips moving in time with Zhongli's thrusts. he's beginning to think that no one else will ever be able to do this for him, won't be able to satisfy a need like this other than the deity himself, and honestly, Dohalim doesn't want anyone else]
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thoughts that, as Zhongli snaps his hips up and brings Dohalim's down, are violently interrupted as he breaks the kiss, letting out yet another loud moan. he really should be mindful of making such wanton sounds, especially when it's the middle of the day, and, as far as the palace court and staff know, he's still recovering from illness. but he just can't help himself as more of those sounds are punched out of him with every thrust, and every grind of that bulb pressing past tight muscle. it's when he's lifted almost completely off Zhongli's cock before being dropped down onto it again that rips any rational thought and lingering worry from his mind; all there is now is them. them, and their intimacy, and their fondness for each other. and all he wants is more, all he wants is to be completely spent, shaped to the will of this god, however he sees fit]
N... need more... please, please...
[he can't help but continue to beg, his own hips moving in time with Zhongli's thrusts. he's beginning to think that no one else will ever be able to do this for him, won't be able to satisfy a need like this other than the deity himself, and honestly, Dohalim doesn't want anyone else]