[bound as he is, there's little that Zhongli can really do to help anchor him. it doesn't help that he's fighting instinct on top of everything now, shuddering against the press of vines against his prostate.]

That... isn't... haah... [his cock pours uncontrollably with the constant jutting against his prostate, eyes still wet in the overstimulation. the haze of want is so painfully hard to ignore, slurring his words a little.] If you just want me to want you-- them-- ah-

[the vines press against his belly more, deeper, and his lashes flutter. it's almost ironic, how enjoyable it is if he detaches it from the corruption's ill effects. if Dohalim really wanted to do this...]

I'm not-- holding back because of that- nngh! [his hole squeezes tight around the vines as he gets closer to orgasm, shuddering.] I want to-- please you... to make up for my... haah... indiscretion...

[in truth, he can barely remember what brought them here. his cock aches as the vines milk his prostate, pooling into a thick mess between his legs. it's more exhausting somehow, not giving in, but he knows better. to let the corruption do just what it wants... that's definitely not a good choice, in the end. still...]

... they're all so... deep... nngh... already...