[hearing that waver in Zhongli's voice only pulls a grin on Dohalim's face as he continues his treatment of the deity. he's surprised by his own ability to stave off an orgasm, as his thrusts become more erratic, rutting against Zhongli's hips in such an animalistic way. honestly, he's waiting for a particular reaction from the deity, waiting for that moment where he gives into it all. a sound, a moan, something that tells Dohalim that he's broken that veneer of defiance.
though, if this were any other time, if this wasn't so tainted with corruption... it isn't to say that Dohalim hasn't developed some sort of feelings for Zhongli. for someone who had not been in his inner circle... perhaps, if time and fate had a different path laid out for them, things may have been different. Zhongli had been shrouded in mystery ever since entering Dohalim's court, but he always treated him with warmth and kindness, had lent him an ear if he needed it. if things had been different, then perhaps he would have had Zhongli be a right hand man. if things had been different, then...
it's that guilt that the corruption clings onto, twisting and distorting it, driving his cruelty as he continues to pound into the deity. nails dig into his wrists as he yanks his arms back even more, arching Zhongli's back as he angles himself to push in deeper]
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though, if this were any other time, if this wasn't so tainted with corruption... it isn't to say that Dohalim hasn't developed some sort of feelings for Zhongli. for someone who had not been in his inner circle... perhaps, if time and fate had a different path laid out for them, things may have been different. Zhongli had been shrouded in mystery ever since entering Dohalim's court, but he always treated him with warmth and kindness, had lent him an ear if he needed it. if things had been different, then perhaps he would have had Zhongli be a right hand man. if things had been different, then...
it's that guilt that the corruption clings onto, twisting and distorting it, driving his cruelty as he continues to pound into the deity. nails dig into his wrists as he yanks his arms back even more, arching Zhongli's back as he angles himself to push in deeper]