You don't want this...?

[Dohalim looks down at Zhongli, like a hunter toying with his prey. thumbs relent again as he finally lets go of his neck, eyes trailing down to the angry handprints on Zhongli's neck. beautiful, just like him. a thought that Dohalim will admit to thinking about; he'd be lying to himself if he didn't think that the deity is attractive. though, he never did act on it before the corruption sunk into him, but is this really the way to go about it?

he pushes that question aside. he'd already put in his demands.

Dohalim shifts his hips down a little, before grinding down hard against Zhongli; he still watches, to see his reaction. perhaps the body wants what the mind doesn't, at least in Zhongli's case, but really, Dohalim, at this point, doesn't really care. or, maybe, it really is the corruption talking, wanting to taint the deity even more, wanting to ensnare him as well. to put to the test his strength and fortitude. after all, even the strongest rock will erode in time]

I find myself... Not caring, whether or not you want this. I offer this as your penance. Satisfy me, and I will consider forgiving you.