[it's so overwhelming, everything happening all at once. the sounds Zhongli is making, the feeling of his cock raking his insides and carving them open, his own arousal being teased while he fucks himself senseless on his lover's dick; it's all amazing how he manages to keep his orgasm at bay for so long.
sharp canines drag along his skin and Dohalim has to let out a shiver, wondering what it would feel like if the deity were to bite down on him. a thought for another day as his hips are pulled down roughly against Zhongli's, and cum pours into him again. he can feel his belly swell even more than it already is, and another thought enters his brain; would it all stay in there? how has he not just burst from being so full? and why does he enjoy it so much?
and with the other moving from gentle touches to rough pulls, Dohalim can't hold back any longer. he topples like a house of cards as he lets out a sob, the tears he'd been holding back finally falling, before letting out a guttural moan, something so primal as hot cum spurts onto their chests and his swollen belly. it's like an elastic band finally snapping, and relief floods him, his skin tingling and mind going blank. he can barely keep himself up as his arms loosen their hold, his head lolling back as he leans back. Dohalim is so thoroughly spent, and somewhere, in the back of his mind, he knows this. but it's fine... this is good. more than good]
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sharp canines drag along his skin and Dohalim has to let out a shiver, wondering what it would feel like if the deity were to bite down on him. a thought for another day as his hips are pulled down roughly against Zhongli's, and cum pours into him again. he can feel his belly swell even more than it already is, and another thought enters his brain; would it all stay in there? how has he not just burst from being so full? and why does he enjoy it so much?
and with the other moving from gentle touches to rough pulls, Dohalim can't hold back any longer. he topples like a house of cards as he lets out a sob, the tears he'd been holding back finally falling, before letting out a guttural moan, something so primal as hot cum spurts onto their chests and his swollen belly. it's like an elastic band finally snapping, and relief floods him, his skin tingling and mind going blank. he can barely keep himself up as his arms loosen their hold, his head lolling back as he leans back. Dohalim is so thoroughly spent, and somewhere, in the back of his mind, he knows this. but it's fine... this is good. more than good]