[again there's the question of what had happened last night, and just how he'd managed to slip his cock into Zhongli. and he knows the deity wouldn't do something so nefarious like turning him on and fucking himself on him while he slept, so there has to be another underlying thing. oh well, they can ponder on it together later.
a hand slips down in between Zhongli's thighs before Dohalim lifts his leg up ever so slightly, just to get a better angle as he pulls out and pushes back in again. there's something comforting in their pleasure like this, in the lazy glow of morning, and not having to rush to get ready for the day. Dohalim is still aware of what time it could possibly be judging by the light starting to shine through his window; they have enough time, he thinks.
there's something else, being in this position, with Zhongli. the fact that he's the one servicing the god, defiling him in such a way, as a mortal... it sparks something in him now that he's in his own mind while doing so. there's a sort of possessiveness about it that has nothing to do with the corruption, knowing that he's probably the only one, the only mortal Zhongli would ever let do this to him. it's a small thought but it turns him on even more just thinking about it as he pushes back in, just a little deeper; he groans against Zhongli's shoulder, hand gripping onto his thigh]
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[again there's the question of what had happened last night, and just how he'd managed to slip his cock into Zhongli. and he knows the deity wouldn't do something so nefarious like turning him on and fucking himself on him while he slept, so there has to be another underlying thing. oh well, they can ponder on it together later.
a hand slips down in between Zhongli's thighs before Dohalim lifts his leg up ever so slightly, just to get a better angle as he pulls out and pushes back in again. there's something comforting in their pleasure like this, in the lazy glow of morning, and not having to rush to get ready for the day. Dohalim is still aware of what time it could possibly be judging by the light starting to shine through his window; they have enough time, he thinks.
there's something else, being in this position, with Zhongli. the fact that he's the one servicing the god, defiling him in such a way, as a mortal... it sparks something in him now that he's in his own mind while doing so. there's a sort of possessiveness about it that has nothing to do with the corruption, knowing that he's probably the only one, the only mortal Zhongli would ever let do this to him. it's a small thought but it turns him on even more just thinking about it as he pushes back in, just a little deeper; he groans against Zhongli's shoulder, hand gripping onto his thigh]