[It's certainly hard to keep up defiance when someone is rutting into him with such fervor. Combined with the fledgling sense of attachment Zhongli already had for Dohalim, it's even harder to keep from breaking a little.
Still, it's a certain angle, a singular pressure that rakes along his walls, that sends him over the edge. A pulse of pleasure and his weight pitches forward a bit, body squeezing down on the Renan's cock. It's not a test of his hold - indeed, cruel hands yank at his arms, nails digging into flesh and pulling him back, upright.]
Haah... ah--! Doh.... nngh!
[What would it be like, he wonders? If the circumstances were different, if their paths had changed. He suspects this roughness would be rare at best, but it could be a sweet little secret. Zhongli has always been warm and kind to those who deserve it, but he's no fool - he's noticed his draw to the redhead by now. Perhaps they would have a mirrored lifestyle, a leader and his advisor by day, morphing into this by night...
Well, maybe not exactly this. Zhongli is cognizant enough to realise it would be different, that Dohalim would likely be more... shy, more gentle, at least for a time. He can't be mad about it, in the end. Bent back with Dohalim's cock reaching aches he didn't know he had...]
Haaah... mmn... plea... se...
[It's abrupt, his voice almost dreamy as his resolve crumbles. Too good... he feels too good, the other man's cock carving out a space and digging in deep, hands pulling him back and leaving his hard chest and twitching cock on display. If he pulled a little more, Zhongli wonders if he might feel the tip against his belly. That would be pleasant...]
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Still, it's a certain angle, a singular pressure that rakes along his walls, that sends him over the edge. A pulse of pleasure and his weight pitches forward a bit, body squeezing down on the Renan's cock. It's not a test of his hold - indeed, cruel hands yank at his arms, nails digging into flesh and pulling him back, upright.]
Haah... ah--! Doh.... nngh!
[What would it be like, he wonders? If the circumstances were different, if their paths had changed. He suspects this roughness would be rare at best, but it could be a sweet little secret. Zhongli has always been warm and kind to those who deserve it, but he's no fool - he's noticed his draw to the redhead by now. Perhaps they would have a mirrored lifestyle, a leader and his advisor by day, morphing into this by night...
Well, maybe not exactly this. Zhongli is cognizant enough to realise it would be different, that Dohalim would likely be more... shy, more gentle, at least for a time. He can't be mad about it, in the end. Bent back with Dohalim's cock reaching aches he didn't know he had...]
Haaah... mmn... plea... se...
[It's abrupt, his voice almost dreamy as his resolve crumbles. Too good... he feels too good, the other man's cock carving out a space and digging in deep, hands pulling him back and leaving his hard chest and twitching cock on display. If he pulled a little more, Zhongli wonders if he might feel the tip against his belly. That would be pleasant...]
Doha... lim...