[ Childe's nodding to Shell's admission, but he doesn't quite move to kiss him again. Instead, the hand in his shorts tug again, aggressively, urging the fabric down around slim hips with or without Shell's help.
Perhaps it's a little telling that the Hydro Vision glows again, where it rests on his belt, but maybe Shell will be too distracted to notice that. Childe treats him with something like firm care, not too rough but not the sort of casual indifference reserved for one-night stands or hookups. It's probably a testament to how their friendship has grown over the few times they've spent together.
The sound of water formulating somewhere in the air behind Shell rings too-loud in the room, and it's then that Childe moves to kiss him again, a quick peck on the lips as his fingers thread through his hair. ]
I'll rely on you to get me ready. [ He murmurs, and once he's pulled away he presses down on Shell's head, shifting out of the way and leaving it up to the blond to adjust himself. ] Get on your knees. Head down, ass up.
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Perhaps it's a little telling that the Hydro Vision glows again, where it rests on his belt, but maybe Shell will be too distracted to notice that. Childe treats him with something like firm care, not too rough but not the sort of casual indifference reserved for one-night stands or hookups. It's probably a testament to how their friendship has grown over the few times they've spent together.
The sound of water formulating somewhere in the air behind Shell rings too-loud in the room, and it's then that Childe moves to kiss him again, a quick peck on the lips as his fingers thread through his hair. ]
I'll rely on you to get me ready. [ He murmurs, and once he's pulled away he presses down on Shell's head, shifting out of the way and leaving it up to the blond to adjust himself. ] Get on your knees. Head down, ass up.