[every sensation is dizzying, and he isn't sure what to concentrate on anymore. the breathiness of Zhongli's voice, the tail wrapped around his waist, or the angle that manages to be just right, as the tip of Zhongli's cock jabs right up into his prostate, or the fact that he didn't know what real fullness felt like until the deity came in him. it's almost a miracle how Dohalim doesn't cum himself, as moans loudly into the kiss, teeth biting down on Zhongli's lower lip. he can feel his belly getting stretched out by the sheer amount of cum being pumped into him, and really, it should be worrying just how much there is, but he can feel it coat his insides, filling him up and gods, it should be impossible to think about, but he wants more of it. perhaps it's the greed in the midst of lust and arousal, or maybe it's because he's never allowed himself to be greedy before.
even as he breaks the kiss and leans back, hands resting on Zhongli's legs as he leans on his arms, he can't help but rock his hips against the other's, as if trying to milk him for more of his cum. to really fill him up. his own cock, still hard, dribbles pre down the shaft and onto his belly; Dohalim can't imagine what he must look like, right now. half lidded eyes look up at the deity, lips parted as he huffs out small breaths and whines, his hair stuck to his forehead by a sheen of sweat on his brow... he wonders if he still looks enticing to Zhongli, still, even in this state.
but he keeps moving, hips shifting in small, circular motions, his eyes telling the deity that he's not done, yet, that he still craves more]
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even as he breaks the kiss and leans back, hands resting on Zhongli's legs as he leans on his arms, he can't help but rock his hips against the other's, as if trying to milk him for more of his cum. to really fill him up. his own cock, still hard, dribbles pre down the shaft and onto his belly; Dohalim can't imagine what he must look like, right now. half lidded eyes look up at the deity, lips parted as he huffs out small breaths and whines, his hair stuck to his forehead by a sheen of sweat on his brow... he wonders if he still looks enticing to Zhongli, still, even in this state.
but he keeps moving, hips shifting in small, circular motions, his eyes telling the deity that he's not done, yet, that he still craves more]