[to think he'd be in this position. Even Zhongli is almost baffled by himself. Any other time, he'd fall under the norm of teaching, of setting Dohalim straight in ways that this corruption couldn't push. So why?

So why then? It must be stronger than he thought. Or maybe he cares more than he realised. There are a number of possibilities, in any case...]

Nn... nnn. [fingers brush his lips and the deity just watches, letting this side of Dohalim have his fun. Maybe that's it, too. Maybe he's unsure how much of this is just encouragement, and if it is...

If he's just this freaky in these circumstances, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. That's manageable.]

You didn't need to do it this way.

[Ah. His voice is rough and thick, breathy from the throat fucking. Truly, if this had been fully consensual... instead, there's still that same damned look, even on his knees and completely hard. He being kind because it's Dohalim, he reminds himself. Hanging on to the hope that he'll be able to coax that solid portion of his astral energy back out into the light, to protect it properly.

And honestly... maybe it's been too long since he was intimate with anyone. He always did feel a draw to those souls both soft and impulsive, nothing like their outward selves when in bed...]

Take whatever you want, but don't think I'll let you forget yourself, Dohalim.