eggbowl | In my blood...

In my blood...

[everything happened so quickly and so slowly, everything that happened is nothing but a haze in Dohalim’s mind. he isn’t sure what had transpired, all he can think about are the dredged up memories he’d spent so long suppressing, tamped down and never to be brought to light ever again. the despair had overtaken him, distant screams and thoughts of death clouding his thoughts as gleaming, liquid silver splashed into view. all he knew after that was unadulterated rage, wanting nothing more than to banish those with him, and to punish those who were responsible.

trails of blood and carnage followed Dohalim to the palace as he tore through any Renan in his path. they could no longer be trusted. the ideals of coexistence is now nothing but a burned up dream; he now sees their true colours. the Dahnans were not the ones at fault here, he could not blame them. but those who got in his way are pulled away by summoned vines as he continues his warpath.

blood splatters the pristine walls of Autelina Palace, an angry contrast to the calming whites, golds, blues and greens, crimson liquid staining the fresh plants and flowers lined up along the walls. countless times had he been met with Renan resistance, clearly those who are dissidents of his rule. they did not stand for very long. the audacity they had to stand up against a lord like him…

vines rip the doors open to his chambers where Kelzelik and his supporters huddle together, eyes widened to see Dohalim stand before them, rod in hand. words are not exchanged as those same vines wrap themselves around those who’d dare to oppose him, their pleas falling on deaf ears as they slowly squeeze the lives out of them. all, except Kelzelik, one of those who Dohalim had trusted the most. one who seemed to follow his every order, his every suggestion, his every dream for this realm. the blood on Dohalim’s hands are also on his former advisor’s, as he gestures to the men struggling around them]

You did this.

[Dohalim’s voice sounds strange even to him, hoarse and pained. maddened eyes stay on the man, standing unflinching as thorns burst from the vines and through those it’s ensnared. crimson blooms of roses blend with the blood as it drips from the petals as he puts to rest those who had tried to seize his realm.

when Dohalim is finally found, he’s still in his chambers, on his knees, arms wrapped tightly around himself as hands grasp onto his shoulders, his breathing is ragged and erratic]

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Good... I'm pleased to hear it.

[Dohalim will have to wait a moment for Zhongli to press their foreheads together, remaining there for a moment before he shifts back a little. fingers creep over his neck and the sound he makes is terribly indulgent, a shiver running down his spine at the sensation.

it's a little unfair, knowing how sensitive he is. still, the deity was already intending to pull off his clothing. the Renan will have a chance to look at the mottled patches of scales over his torso, too, in the moments it takes for him to unbutton his pants.]

We'll need more preparation for the rest of what you want, but... I should probably let you see it, first.

[he sounds much more serious than it really is, but honestly Zhongli doesn't know enough about Dohalim's preferences to realise he's going to be all over him. it's silly, given everything, but here we are.

there's no move to stop Dohalim from feeling whatever he likes, though the deity is a little harder to grab when he lifts himself up to slide his pants and underclothes down to reveal his still rock hard cock.

it's tapered, almost absurdly lengthy and quite wide at its bulbous base, leaking precum that trails down the length. for most, it would be a lot to ask someone to handle. he's less worried now, but there's also still a part of him that's worried the redhead will change his mind.]

[Dohalim isn't sure what he was expecting as Zhongli finally strips down; it's not that he was expecting something a little more human, all things considered. Zhongli himself isn't human, so the expectation of the same anatomy as himself would be a wild assumption. however, as Dohalim's eyes trail from the patches of scales across pale skin (his hands following his gaze as he brushes against those patches), down to his exposed cock... eyes widen ever so slightly, both in part by the shape of it, and the sheer size. while Dohalim himself does have a bit of a preference for... larger sizes... never could he imagine just how much bigger and longer Zhongli would be. and the fact that he was hiding that in a pair of rather tight pants...

Dohalim licks his lips almost hungrily as a hand continues downward, letting his fingers brush along the length. he has to wonder just how much of it would fit inside of him, if the base would fit. how would it feel? it's those thoughts that make him excited to try, at least. he can feel the rim of his hole twitch in anticipation, wanting to take the deity's cock.

coating his fingers in pre, Dohalim brings them up to his lips before licking them clean, savouring the taste, as he looks back up at Zhongli]

Bedside table... There should be a salve in there to help.

[there's a shudder as Dohalim's fingers brush over his cock, an exhale of breath Zhongli hadn't realised he was holding. seeing no hesitation in the Renan's movements is a relief, and he can't help but laugh faintly as Dohalim coats his fingers and licks them clean.]

You really are too perfect sometimes.

[before moving to the bedside table, Zhongli cradles the redhead's face, trying to ignore the way his whole body craves everything he's been offered. just stretching the man enough is going to be an undertaking... but first, he just needs to find the aforementioned salve. it doesn't take long, at least, and his tail comes to lay over Dohalim's legs when he settles back down.]

Do you want to stretch yourself first, or would you rather I started?

[we'll talk, he'd said. this is talking, right? right.]

[if it were any other time, and not while he's still sitting in his afterglow, Dohalim would absolutely protest the idea of being perfect in Zhongli's eyes. as it were, and with barely any other thoughts in his head aside from the deity, he doesn't say anything to deny it. in fact, all he does as he settles back down again is flash him a small smile.

as Zhongli's tail comes up to rest over him, Dohalim can't help but gently brush his hand against it, tracing the smooth scales and tufts of fir absentmindedly as he watches the deity. he can see himself requesting to have it out more often when they're alone, just to have that comfort over him. at the question, the Renan hums softly, considering]

Perhaps... You should take reign... I fear I may get too impatient and not prepare myself properly.

[...at least he's honest. and maybe he just wants to feel Zhongli's fingers in him again]

Very well. Please tell me if anything is uncomfortable.

[Zhongli leans into Dohalim slightly, enjoying the brush of fingers over scale and fur for a moment. it's a comfort to both of them, if he's honest, a reminder that he's able to give trust and let someone so close.

but, of course, there's the issue at hand. the deity's arousal hasn't flagged in the least, and he's not about to force either of them to continue waiting too long. this time, he's thorough with the salve, pouring it liberally over his fingers before setting it aside momentarily. after a moment of letting it warm, he leans in and presses two fingers against his lover's entrance.

it's a little tight, after a little waiting, but both slide in without too much effort, gently scissoring to properly start preparing him this time.]

[Dohalim was just about to give Zhongli an affirmation that he would absolutely tell him if something felt off, but as soon as those fingers press into him, words die on his lips and are replaced with a soft sound. eyes flutter closed for a moment as he relishes in the feeling, both pleasant and not enough.

as his eyes open again, he peers up at Zhongli once more, hands coming up to brush his hair out of his face before pulling his head down. foreheads press against each other (when had that become a gesture of affection, he's not sure, but he likes it), and Dohalim leans in for a kiss, near desperate and wanton, but somehow soft and slow. there's so much of the deity he wants and he's not sure if Zhongli really knows. perhaps he can show it with his body...

legs spread apart like earlier, and hips lift up against Zhongli's hand, beaconing for more. he can feel the slow stretch, and he's glad that the other man had agreed to take over doing so; the Renan is sure that he would have been clumsy and impatient. at least, if he was, then there was always a healing arte he could cast, but he's also sure that Zhongli wouldn't have been impressed with that]

[Zhongli's eyes close as their foreheads touch, following each motion with ease. the kiss is kept soft and slow, sweet despite the desperation of it. it matches his fingers' pace at first, at least until there's enough stretch that he's not so worried about hurting the Renan in turn.

he looks beautiful too, lying back and offering himself up, so much that the deity can't help but just... admire him. it doesn't stop his movements, nor the gentle glide of a third finger to stretch the Renan, and a smile draws over his lips as he presses them to his jaw.]

You're so eager for me...

[his voice is full of admiration, warm and breathy. and if his hands move a little faster than they "should," there won't be a complaint, will there? he doesn't think so, anyway, when Dohalim himself had worried about being too eager. they're both a little bit masochistic that way, perhaps.]

[there's a flush on Dohalim's cheeks at the admiring tone in which Zhongli speaks to him with, even in such an intimate moment between them. words still escape him as Zhongli's hand picks up speed, those deft fingers fucking him so thoroughly. he can feel himself relax under the movements, now used to the intrusions and wanting more. something bigger. he finds himself wanting to be filled up completely, and wonders if Zhongli will be able to satisfy that want. he has no doubt, but still.

he lets out a soft sound, almost like a mewl, eyes slipping half closed as the heat from earlier comes back to light him aflame once more. he can feel his cock getting hard again, which comes as a surprise to him, not expecting it so soon after his last orgasm. had he always had a short refractory period and just not know it? or is this just one more thing he can thank Zhongli for when they're in a position like this? they'll just have to do this again to see if results vary, he supposes.

but for now, as his hips shift again, Dohalim mutters softly to Zhongli, his need ever growing]

I think... I think I'm good... I just need you...

[the Renan will have to deal with Zhongli's habits of being thorough, at least until he's able to ease all four fingers in without much resistance. that should be enough, he thinks, and it's about all his want can really take now.

there's some sense of relief in how quickly Dohalim seems to be recovering, far more quickly than one might have expected. he doesn't know what the reasoning is, but it doesn't really matter. it's a benefit to both of them, after all.]

Patience, baobei. [Zhongli presses kisses along the redhead's neck and jaw, shifting to slide an arm around his waist.] I'll give you as much as you can take.

[his tail shifts again, giving him space so that he can turn them over. it'll be easier, he thinks, if Dohalim is above him to start, so the deity moves to position them both. it'll also make it nice and tight for them both. once he's in position, both hands slide down to start to pull his hips down, tapered tip sliding in easily after all the stretching.]

[more promises make Dohalim even more impatient; he doesn't want to wait any longer, and with his hips shifting against Zhongli's fingers. there's a needy whine somewhere in there before Zhongli flips the both of them over, bracing himself as he leans forward with his hands pressed against the other's chest. as the tapered tip of Zhongli's cock slowly slips in as he's lowered onto it, his own cock twitches with that anticipation, dripping precum onto Zhongli's stomach. there's only so much of him that's stopping him from dropping his hips down completely, even though he's so desperate to feel that fullness.

though, the sensation itself isn't something to blink at; as he's lowered even more, he can feel his hole stretch around the girth, opening him up and pushing against tight walls. it's nothing like he's ever felt before, with the size difference in a single length alone. and speaking of the length, Dohalim really does have to wonder just how deep Zhongli's dick will reach. just how deep will it go?]

Zhongli--

[Dohalim chokes out the deity's name, nails digging into his chest as his eyes start to water. he hopes that Zhongli doesn't take it as a moment to stop; he doesn't want it to. not until the entirety of his cock is nestled deep in him]

[nails dig into his chest and Zhongli exhales a soft, pleasant hiss, his gaze reverent as he watches Dohalim sink down over his cock. it's so mind-numbingly tight, his walls slowly easing around his girth.

warm fingers trail up over his sides, soothing.]

You're taking me so well... hold on just a little longer.

[he doesn't stop, precisely. Zhongli's hands grip to raise him up briefly though, then pull him down to sink another inch in. it's not the roughest pressure he could give, but it is unrelenting, and he can feel his cock throbbing as tight heat wraps around it. hips shift only minutely, enough to be felt every now and then.

once his pace is on track again, the deity's grasp shifts and he reaches up, cradling the Renan's face. muscles flex and he rises up to meet his lips, gentle and slow and demanding. he'll stay there until he bottoms out, hole stretched wide around the base, and even then he only pulls away for breath and a soft groan.]

[there's a small smile on Dohalim's face at the praise, eyes half closed as he looks down at Zhongli. he doesn't say anything just yet, but just lets himself bask in the feeling of being stretched out. he can feel his hole twitching against the thick cock, and gods, does it ever feel so good.

as Zhongli pulls him down for a kiss, he follows suit with the gentleness; if it were up to him, it would be heated and fervent, but overwhelming. this is good, this is slow enough that he can fully comprehend everything that is happening, and that he won't lose himself so quickly to the sensations. that will come later, after all.

as he finally does bottom out, and the deity pulling away from the kiss, Dohalim lets out a shaky moan, feeling a tremble wrack his body. oh, he feels so full; he lets out a louder moan as he pushes himself back up. it's too addicting, this feeling, and he wants more, so much more. he lifts himself up ever so slightly, before dropping himself back down, head thrown back as pleasure shoots up his spine]

Zh... Zhongli--!

[he manages to tilt his head back down to look at him again, eyes burning with lust and adoration]

Fuck... Fuck me, please...

[he's too into his arousal to keep up appearances now, finally giving into his carnal pleasures. the lewd words tumble from his lips, but he doesn't care, not when he lifts himself back up a little more this time, before dropping himself back down again]

Ah—haah...

[hips rise and fall and Zhongli groans in turn, fingers digging into his side a little. Eagerness is hard not to just follow, his movements staying even, a little slow, for now.]

How could I — nnh! — refuse?

[He could keep a shallow pace, if he was smart, make it all consistent. It's just... Dohalim takes him so well, so eagerly. How could he just stay reasonable?

The first movements have Dohalim lifted up just a few inches, stopping when the pressure is just barely overwhelming before yanking him back down, hips slapping into hips. His cock twitches at the difference in heat, the pressure of it, and the deity leans in for another kiss while he sets his pace. This one is significantly more desperate, tongue demanding entry to explore.

All the while, his pace ramps up, pulling Dohalim up another inch until, finally, the tip almost threatens to pull out before he's pulled back down, a guttural snarl on his lips when he's fully seated again, hips grinding the bulbous end into his stretched ring.

He feels good... he feels so good, and it kicks something in his brain into motion. He wants to devour him, to carve his whole body into something no one else could ever satisfy. It's all his now, too treasure and to ruin as he likes. The position won't be good enough for long, but he holds it for now.]

[Dohalim matches that desperation in their kiss; there's no denial when Zhongli slips his tongue in his mouth again. fascinating thoughts (some that should be worrying, really) pass through his mind, some that land on what it would feel like if the deity would slip that serpentine tongue down his throat. would he like the feeling of being choked in such a way, making his body beg for breath until stars form in his view? just how far would it slip down his throat? would he be able to feel it if he were to hold onto his neck? again, fascinating thoughts.

thoughts that, as Zhongli snaps his hips up and brings Dohalim's down, are violently interrupted as he breaks the kiss, letting out yet another loud moan. he really should be mindful of making such wanton sounds, especially when it's the middle of the day, and, as far as the palace court and staff know, he's still recovering from illness. but he just can't help himself as more of those sounds are punched out of him with every thrust, and every grind of that bulb pressing past tight muscle. it's when he's lifted almost completely off Zhongli's cock before being dropped down onto it again that rips any rational thought and lingering worry from his mind; all there is now is them. them, and their intimacy, and their fondness for each other. and all he wants is more, all he wants is to be completely spent, shaped to the will of this god, however he sees fit]

N... need more... please, please...

[he can't help but continue to beg, his own hips moving in time with Zhongli's thrusts. he's beginning to think that no one else will ever be able to do this for him, won't be able to satisfy a need like this other than the deity himself, and honestly, Dohalim doesn't want anyone else]

[the temptation is certainly there; sliding his tongue down Dohalim's throat would be so easy, so sweet to feel with himself buried so deep inside... but that's a thought for later. he has enough presence of mind not to fall into that trap, not when he does want the man to recover quickly enough.

every thrust is met with a wanton, sweet sound, perhaps louder than it should be. Zhongli hardly minds that though, not when he's able to drink them in; if others find out? that's not his problem right now. the only thoughts are how beautiful Dohalim looks like this, how he could stay like this for hours if he was allowed. the juxtaposition of rough and gentle, hard and soft, seems somehow just right for them both.]

Patience, Dohalim... just a little longer...

[his voice is too breathy to think he'd last much longer, in truth. not with Dohalim's hips moving with each thrust, driving him in as deep as he can go. as the throes of passion take him, the god's tail wraps around his waist, hands pulling hips down one last time before they slide up to cradle his lower back and gently lean him backward just slightly.

the sensation of it all proves too much, and Zhongli's mouth draws from shoulder to neck and back to Dohalim's mouth as his orgasm hits. thick and heavy and hot, his cock throbs with every spurt inside, filling every space it can find. it's a lot to test his body with right now, and he'll probably feel bad about it later, but right now? there's not a single thought toward hesitation, not when he can feel the pleasant pressure as cum tries to find its way out around his cock only to be stopped by its girth.]

[every sensation is dizzying, and he isn't sure what to concentrate on anymore. the breathiness of Zhongli's voice, the tail wrapped around his waist, or the angle that manages to be just right, as the tip of Zhongli's cock jabs right up into his prostate, or the fact that he didn't know what real fullness felt like until the deity came in him. it's almost a miracle how Dohalim doesn't cum himself, as moans loudly into the kiss, teeth biting down on Zhongli's lower lip. he can feel his belly getting stretched out by the sheer amount of cum being pumped into him, and really, it should be worrying just how much there is, but he can feel it coat his insides, filling him up and gods, it should be impossible to think about, but he wants more of it. perhaps it's the greed in the midst of lust and arousal, or maybe it's because he's never allowed himself to be greedy before.

even as he breaks the kiss and leans back, hands resting on Zhongli's legs as he leans on his arms, he can't help but rock his hips against the other's, as if trying to milk him for more of his cum. to really fill him up. his own cock, still hard, dribbles pre down the shaft and onto his belly; Dohalim can't imagine what he must look like, right now. half lidded eyes look up at the deity, lips parted as he huffs out small breaths and whines, his hair stuck to his forehead by a sheen of sweat on his brow... he wonders if he still looks enticing to Zhongli, still, even in this state.

but he keeps moving, hips shifting in small, circular motions, his eyes telling the deity that he's not done, yet, that he still craves more]

[Zhongli can't keep his eyes off of Dohalim, not once the initial peak of his orgasm passes. Cum fills the Renan's belly and as it starts to bulge, his tail moves to allow it. It's fascinating, really; most humans wouldn't be able to handle so much and still move of their own volition, let alone the wherewithal to bite the deity's lip...

It aches pleasantly when he pulls back, and Zhongli's breath is sharp and short as Dohalim leans back. Ah... he looks so perfect like that. Hips rock over his own, cock dripping down over his belly as it is, and the brunet reaches up to cradle his cheek.

There's nothing but admiration in his gaze, thumb brushing the redhead's lower lip, the other hand rising to brush strands of hair from his forehead. More still... he doesn't flag in the slightest, cock still stiff and throbbing with every roll of hips.]

You're... greedier than I expected, Dohalim...

[The words are practically purred, the hand that had brushed his hair back trailing down his body to rub his swollen belly.]

We should be... a little reserved, for now.

[regrettably... but it doesn't stop him from gently rolling his hips in time with Dohalim's, cock nudging his prostate with every movement.]

[perhaps they really should slow down for a moment, to let the both of them catch their breaths and calm down a little bit. but Dohalim doesn't want it, he just wants to feed into that arousal, drive himself mad with pleasure, and take Zhongli along with him. as the hand presses against his belly, he lets out another soft sound against the other's thumb as he gently bites down on it, before tilting is head back again as he continues to grind against Zhongli's lap. he can feel cum sloshing around inside of him; it's a strange feeling, but it's not like he dislikes it at all. no, in fact, he really does like it, and even likes the sensation of it all. he finally glances down at his belly, eyes fixated on the small bump against the usually taut plain of his stomach; he lets out another soft, pleased sound. to be... owned in such a way, knowing that no one else can do this to him...]

Still want more...

[he really is in some type of way; there's a small part in Dohalim's mind that's telling him he really should reel back a little, but the bigger part of him continues to grind down against Zhongli's hips. and with the deity's movements, it's not like he's keen on stopping either, it seems. no, he doesn't want to until he's completely spent, and with Rukkhadevata's help from earlier, Dohalim feels the liveliest he's felt in weeks.

so, with that thought in mind, Dohalim lifts a hand up to brush his palm against the swollen tip of his cock, letting out a hiss at the friction]

[all Zhongli can muster is a soft chuckle; he's really far too enamored with the man to deny him too much. and when he's so immediately apt to bite down on his thumb, to grind himself so prettily on his cock even with his belly swollen just so...]

Impatient.

[exhaling a contented laugh, he slides his thumb into Dohalim's mouth when the man reaches for his own cock, considering his options. Rukkhadevata did offer him quite the boon of healing, and... well, if he's so desperate, is it so bad? it will end with him comfortably exhausted...

shifting his weight to rest on one arm, he leans in a little closer, hips slowly rolling in time with Dohalim's.]

Do you want to earn it yourself this time, Dohalim? You look so good like this, you know.

[lips close over the thumb in his mouth as Dohalim sucks on it gently, eyes slipping half closed again. not once has his hips stopped moving as he relishes in the feeling of the constant pressure against his prostate, along with Zhongli's spend still sloshing within him with every movement. his fingers wrap around his cock but his hand doesn't move, as if almost stopping himself from cumming, especially with Zhongli's proposition]

What... What will you have me do...?

[Dohalim's words are muffled around the deity's thumb, but there is a curiosity there, mingled with a need to please. he does have to wonder just how he'll earn more of Zhongli, more of his cum, and for release, and he also has to wonder just what the other has up his sleeve. honestly, though, if it's within his own means, Dohalim would do anything to please Zhongli]

Nothing too difficult, by any means.

[Zhongli lets his thumb shift in Dohalim's mouth for a moment before pulling it back and pushing himself up a little more. he's not a complicated man, after all... and just watching the Renan like this is a wonderful treat.]

Just keep fucking yourself like the good boy you are, as hard as you like. [trailing his wet thumb over the other's chest and down to shoo his hand away and replace it with his own, his tail shifts a little to pull his torso a little closer.] I'll take care of you, so you just focus on moving your hips. And if you get too impatient, just tell me.

[leaning in to let his tongue snake along the shell of Dohalim's ear, he rumbles the next words.]

You won't be getting out of this without being completely filled, now. I hope you really want what you've asked for.

[Dohalim's eyes flutter closed as soon as he feels Zhongli's hand wrap around his cock; he brings both arms up to loop around the back of the deity's neck to brace himself. fuck himself on his cock, as hard as he wants? he's sure he can do that. but when Zhongli mutters those words in his ear, paired with that tongue dragging along it, he lets out a shudder that wracks his body, before nodding. to be filled again... how much more could his body take? how much more will his belly swell...

shifting his legs around so he's resting on his knees, Dohalim pulls himself up, gasping at the drag of Zhongli's dick against the ring of muscle around it, letting him really feel the size difference of the entire length. with it's tapered shape, he can feel cum seep out from him around it; there's a thought somewhere thinking this will be a bit messy. but... he doesn't really mind, at this point. dropping himself down swiftly, a cracked moan slips from his lips, arms tightening around Zhongli's shoulders tightly, before he sets a pace. it's quick and rough, hips snapping up and down with such fervor, wet skin slapping against wet skin filling the space. it's so lewd, how wanton he is, but when it comes to Zhongli, he finds he wants to be.

he can feel tears forming in the corners of his eyes at the sheer pleasure of it all, as well as the strain from his cock; he's so hard, it's nearly impossible, he thinks, and he can feel himself quickly hurtling towards his second orgasm. whines and other sounds slip out of him in a continuous string, mingled with Zhongli's name, along with words of how good he feels in him, and how much he wants to be filled. it's so much and not enough all at once, even as his pace quickens to the point of desperation]

Zh-Zhongli... I... I almost...

[He expects the fervor now, but it's still a sharp sensation when Dohalim lifts himself up, walls dragging over his cock as cum oozes briefly around its tapered form. It's fine - calculated, almost; his spend is thick and somewhat slippery, sure to ease the Renan's efforts.

As he sets that brutal pace, Zhongli's fingers squeeze and shift over his cock. It's never that much, just enough to give more sensation as his motions drive him between the deity's hand and hips. Little sweet nothings are murmured against his skin as tongue and mouth press to it, working down over his neck and shoulder.

It's not as messy as he might have expected, either. Despite the taper of his cock, the redhead's pace has it pushing almost all of his seed back in, sloshing nicely around his insides.

Before too long he's dragging toward his own second orgasm - its speed isn't a surprise, though. It's meant for fully breeding a mate, after all...]

Haah... ah... so good for me... [sighing, he nuzzles into Dohalim's neck, teeth grazing skin.] Just a little more.

[It's a promise, echoed in the way his cock throbs against his mate's insides. Fingers squeeze and relax, deliberately staving off his orgasm until Zhongli's own is ready. When it is, his free arm snakes around Dohalim's waist to pull him down, grinding into his ass as a fresh burst of heat pours into it. Teeth catch skin and he mutes his growl into it; it's possessive and wanton, not the slightest bit human.

Between them, his hand shifts from its lazy pace to merciless stroking, grip tight over the shaft in an effort to pull him those last steps to his own orgasm.]

[it's so overwhelming, everything happening all at once. the sounds Zhongli is making, the feeling of his cock raking his insides and carving them open, his own arousal being teased while he fucks himself senseless on his lover's dick; it's all amazing how he manages to keep his orgasm at bay for so long.

sharp canines drag along his skin and Dohalim has to let out a shiver, wondering what it would feel like if the deity were to bite down on him. a thought for another day as his hips are pulled down roughly against Zhongli's, and cum pours into him again. he can feel his belly swell even more than it already is, and another thought enters his brain; would it all stay in there? how has he not just burst from being so full? and why does he enjoy it so much?

and with the other moving from gentle touches to rough pulls, Dohalim can't hold back any longer. he topples like a house of cards as he lets out a sob, the tears he'd been holding back finally falling, before letting out a guttural moan, something so primal as hot cum spurts onto their chests and his swollen belly. it's like an elastic band finally snapping, and relief floods him, his skin tingling and mind going blank. he can barely keep himself up as his arms loosen their hold, his head lolling back as he leans back. Dohalim is so thoroughly spent, and somewhere, in the back of his mind, he knows this. but it's fine... this is good. more than good]

[Zhongli would no doubt have some idea why Dohalim is so keen on being filled, but it hardly matters in the moment. Certainly it's not a thought in his head at all - only that the Renan is so receptive, and it makes him a perfect mate, needy and breedable and—

His release splashes between them and Zhongli murmurs some praise or another into his skin, hands moving to cradle him gently as Dohalim's body gives in to its exhaustion. Nuzzling against his neck, the deity runs his clean fingers through the redhead's hair, humming softly.]

There you are... rest a bit, and then we will wash up.

[everything he does is softer then, from the little kisses to his neck or the stroke of fingers over his back his tail providing a comfortable place to lean back on. To that end, his tail and thighs seem to have taken on the brunt of his own mess, sparing the covers for the most part.

He'll wait a bit before asking the Renan anything - if he can find the words in the afterglow, it would be a miracle, after all. When his heartbeat and breathing has calmed down, Zhongli will murmur his question as softly as anything before.]

Now... do you want to stay like this a little longer while I bathe you, or would you rather I empty you out first?

[based on the fact that, even if he isn't rock hard now, he's still hard enough to keep all of his cum inside, there's an implication of his own preference there. Still, Dohalim's wishes are more important to him now.]

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