[ Childe, to his credit, is able to keep his eyes open enough to watch the way Shell watches him, catch how his cock disappears between those pretty lips of his. He's certainly more responsive than others he's taken to bed before, and there's a part of him that wants to draw this out, make it last longer if only because Shell looks exceptionally lovely with his mouth around his dick.
But he's not that selfish, not with someone he's got a passing affection for, and the Vision clipped to his belt glows even brighter against his face.
From here he can see the way Shell's propped his ass up, as commanded, and when the blond takes him that much more deeper Childe groans and pulls at his hair sharply to urge him up. Not enough to pop off his cock, but enough that the Harbinger can quickly close the distance between them with a sinuous roll of his hips, forcing the blond's nose against his crotch again and burying his cock somewhere deep inside his throat.
Behind Shell, Childe can see the tendrils of shimmering, twisting water join together, coalescing into one single appendage. Shell will feel the press of cold Hydro slide up against his thighs before it passes, teasingly, over his entrance. There's only a light pressure at first and the sensation of constantly shifting waves, then the tentacle pulls back into a curl and starts probing inside of him with a wiggle and a wet squelch. ]
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But he's not that selfish, not with someone he's got a passing affection for, and the Vision clipped to his belt glows even brighter against his face.
From here he can see the way Shell's propped his ass up, as commanded, and when the blond takes him that much more deeper Childe groans and pulls at his hair sharply to urge him up. Not enough to pop off his cock, but enough that the Harbinger can quickly close the distance between them with a sinuous roll of his hips, forcing the blond's nose against his crotch again and burying his cock somewhere deep inside his throat.
Behind Shell, Childe can see the tendrils of shimmering, twisting water join together, coalescing into one single appendage. Shell will feel the press of cold Hydro slide up against his thighs before it passes, teasingly, over his entrance. There's only a light pressure at first and the sensation of constantly shifting waves, then the tentacle pulls back into a curl and starts probing inside of him with a wiggle and a wet squelch. ]