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Zhongli lays outside the bathroom door. He feels a tad offended. His mate just slammed it in his face, after all.
No matter.
What’s infinitely more important is that he can’t see Childe.
Those long, shapely legs. That strong, scarred back. His cute tummy. Zhongli puts his paws over his eyes, feeling heat rush through his body. Oh, so cute, so cute! His mate is so cute!
He thinks of Childe’s plump ass, how it felt to hold it in his hands, how soft and warm.
How tight it was, wrapped around his cock.
He groans, tipping onto his side. He can feel his cocks chubbing, even inside his sheath. But he was kicked out! Zhongli fills his tiny cheeks with air. Now he can’t see his gorgeous mate undressed. Mores the pity.
He hears the water running, smells the special bath salts his mate uses. He slithers forwards, tucking his nose under the crack of the door. More, more, please more!
The tips of his engorged members peak from the slit at the front of his body. He longs to rut into his mate. He longs to fuck, and come, and mark, and show everyone in Liyue harbor that Childe belongs to him.
This stupid door!
Zhongli rolls onto his back, peering down at his slit. The heads of his cocks poke out at him.
And then he has a thought. What if…?
He leans closer. Childe might be more amenable to oral sex, ease his dear mate into it. His paws fly back to his muzzle. But this form has teeth! Sharp teeth!
Zhongli thinks of Childe using him as a cocksleeve. Perhaps while his own cocks are settled deep inside of Childe’s ass?
He gives a full-body shiver, cocks sliding just that bit more into the open. Oh, what an idea.
But. He needs to be sure he won’t hurt his mate.
Perhaps he should practice?
He chances another glance at the door. Hm.
Then, he leans forwards, and licks at the portion of his cocks that is visible. They slide more fully into the open air, stimulated.
He dips his head, and takes one fully into his mouth. It feels so good. His mouth is wet and warm. Of course, it doesn’t compare to his Childe’s ass, or even his mouth, but it does satisfy him.
He needs to do better. He’s practicing for Childe, after all.
And Chidle deserves the best.
He goes down further, the other cock sliding along his cheek. He gets as far as he can, contorts himself to reach as deep into his own throat as he can get.
It’s tight and hot, and this feels more like Childe’s body.
There’s a rustle behind the door.
Oh shit.
But the thought of getting caught, by Childe, with a cock down his throat, advertising himself---
The door opens.