[the temptation is certainly there; sliding his tongue down Dohalim's throat would be so easy, so sweet to feel with himself buried so deep inside... but that's a thought for later. he has enough presence of mind not to fall into that trap, not when he does want the man to recover quickly enough.
every thrust is met with a wanton, sweet sound, perhaps louder than it should be. Zhongli hardly minds that though, not when he's able to drink them in; if others find out? that's not his problem right now. the only thoughts are how beautiful Dohalim looks like this, how he could stay like this for hours if he was allowed. the juxtaposition of rough and gentle, hard and soft, seems somehow just right for them both.]
Patience, Dohalim... just a little longer...
[his voice is too breathy to think he'd last much longer, in truth. not with Dohalim's hips moving with each thrust, driving him in as deep as he can go. as the throes of passion take him, the god's tail wraps around his waist, hands pulling hips down one last time before they slide up to cradle his lower back and gently lean him backward just slightly.
the sensation of it all proves too much, and Zhongli's mouth draws from shoulder to neck and back to Dohalim's mouth as his orgasm hits. thick and heavy and hot, his cock throbs with every spurt inside, filling every space it can find. it's a lot to test his body with right now, and he'll probably feel bad about it later, but right now? there's not a single thought toward hesitation, not when he can feel the pleasant pressure as cum tries to find its way out around his cock only to be stopped by its girth.]
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every thrust is met with a wanton, sweet sound, perhaps louder than it should be. Zhongli hardly minds that though, not when he's able to drink them in; if others find out? that's not his problem right now. the only thoughts are how beautiful Dohalim looks like this, how he could stay like this for hours if he was allowed. the juxtaposition of rough and gentle, hard and soft, seems somehow just right for them both.]
Patience, Dohalim... just a little longer...
[his voice is too breathy to think he'd last much longer, in truth. not with Dohalim's hips moving with each thrust, driving him in as deep as he can go. as the throes of passion take him, the god's tail wraps around his waist, hands pulling hips down one last time before they slide up to cradle his lower back and gently lean him backward just slightly.
the sensation of it all proves too much, and Zhongli's mouth draws from shoulder to neck and back to Dohalim's mouth as his orgasm hits. thick and heavy and hot, his cock throbs with every spurt inside, filling every space it can find. it's a lot to test his body with right now, and he'll probably feel bad about it later, but right now? there's not a single thought toward hesitation, not when he can feel the pleasant pressure as cum tries to find its way out around his cock only to be stopped by its girth.]