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[ it hadn't been the most wise decision to take his particular talents and skills over to Liyue, but hosting in Snezhnaya had become a growing, competitive market with dwindling clientele. with a majority of Snezhnayans boasting the same red hair, the same blue eyes and freckles there were few that wanted to go out and pay a premium just for a cut of time with someone that they could find next door, or at the grocery mart, or walking down the street. it was a harsh truth but a truth nonetheless, and it was one of the reasons why Ajax had decided to transfer overseas to see if he couldn't rustle up some work in other cities.

Liyue had been known, predominantly, as the sort of valuable jewel of commerce that implied the people within had mora to spend. and there was certainly a lot of people and a lot of mora flowing through the markets, but the people of Liyue were hardworking and tenacious enough that plenty of them snubbed their nose when the Fatui Hosting Services decided to build a new club right off the main street.

at first, business had been slow. hosts had been relegated to handing out flyers to uninterested passerby in an attempt to entice them to come within. a few had managed to snag a few meek, shy women to come in and see what the fuss was about, and for a time the business chugged along, waiting for its next big break and doing everything it could to stay afloat.

Ajax's arrival hadn't been something that had been heavily advertised, but he'd caused a stir amongst the people anyways. he was young, good-looking, friendly and approachable, and people seemed drawn to him like a moth to the flame. his confidence was unparalleled and his penchant for throwing around money was seen more as a gesture of goodwill than anything ostentatious; within weeks he'd had interested shopkeep's daughters giving him coy looks, had restaurant owner's wives bringing him food to sample or try to get his input. to say he'd developed something of a fan following would be putting it mildly.

this translated well business-wise when the higher ups decided to plaster his face along the walls to try and draw the crowds in. it worked almost too well; those that were able to buy his time bought it out immediately and lavished him with gifts while basking in his affection, and those that did not were forced to look to other hosts while they waited their turn. the other hosts did a good enough job of winning them over on their own merit, of course, and while Ajax's clientele fluctuated it was never enough to make him concerned for the state of his finances as a whole.

it's a Friday night and activities in the club were in full swing. there were separate parts for those that wanted more privacy with the hosts but the men were otherwise free to mingle with whoever they wanted. sex was never a requirement but it didn't keep some of the employees from indulging in time to time, Ajax included, and it wasn't an uncommon thing to open up a supply closet and find a host and his guest going at it, or trying to take a piss and hearing someone get railed really enthusiastically in the men's bathroom. they usually just tended to turn a blind eye to each other's antics and carried on. money was money, and the more you could make the better it was for the company as a whole.

Ajax spends his time mingling, dancing, politely turning down any requests for some "private time" no matter how much was offered because he was tired and had secretly been glad when his last appointment had cancelled. sometimes it was nice to just go where he wanted to, and he takes full advantage of his temporary freedom to say hello to a few faces he'd missed and catch up on things with his fellow countrymen.

it's as he's wallflowering, sipping at one of the Andrei's new mixed drinks that he spots a lone figure sitting on a couch by themselves. said figure is overly dressed for the atmosphere, he thinks, and with a signal to Andrei for another of what he's drinking he makes his way over to greet the new guest and see if he can't get them involved in some way. ]

Hey there. [ he greets, letting a bit of his Snezhnayan accent bleed through. ] You look lonely, mind if I join you?

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[in the grand scheme of things, the decision to come to a host club was... not really Zhongli's. He rarely made the decision of where they went, preferring both to see to his friends' enjoyment and to keep an excuse to wallflower. It wasn't hard - though he stuck out like a sore thumb, posture rigid and criminally overdressed, the chain of his glasses gleaming faintly in the light, most didn't stick around him long. He never carried their funds after that one time years ago, so he couldn't get in too much trouble.

Of course, said friends also had a habit of disappearing into crowds. Raw confidence and fluidity suited them well, Zhongli always thought - and if he needed to find one, he could usually look to the distance and at least find the shift of whatever vibrant colour Osial had dyed his hair this time. Eventually, they would grow tired and the night would end.

Tonight... was only a little different, really. He'd had a decent enough conversation or two with young men who had wandered off at talk of geology or botany or some other such mundane subject. His friends were out somewhere, doing something, and Zhongli had settled alone in a couch, taking in the music, the chatter.

He's in the midst of cleaning his glasses when Ajax speaks, and it makes his gaze just a little more wide-eyed when he looks up.]

Ah... hello. [The man has a pretty accent, Zhongli thinks. His own voice resonates in the space between them, a clear and commanding baritone that settles in the air around them. No chats about flowers and rocks, Zhongli reminds himself as he offers a lopsided smile.] I do not mind in the least, if you'd like. I-- wouldn't call myself lonely, though. My friends are around... somewhere. I... am Zhongli.

[Despite that timbre, there's an odd little cadence of awkwardness, even as Zhongli turns himself to better converse with the other man. His singular earring flutters with the movement, cor lapis glimmering in the low light and echoed in places in his clothes. He doesn't yet fidget at least, eyes like molten amber peering at the redhead from behind spectacles. He really is pretty, the foreigner. Soft, pale skin decked with lovely freckles, eyes a deeper blue than any Zhongli has seen before. A confident smile and stride that made him seem even taller than his actual height. He's a gem in his own right, polished to a beautiful lustre - ah. He stops his thoughts there, lest he start rambling before the man even begins conversing in earnest.]

[ oh, Ajax thinks, he's one of those sorts.

in this line of work it wasn't unusual to get the occasional curious man poking around instead of the voracious females they were accustomed to. it had been true enough in Snezhnaya and here, in Liyue where the locals were fairly private and kept to themselves, it wasn't an uncommon sight to see a particularly waifish looking male wandering into the establishment looking lost and afraid. perhaps they were the only sons of a family-owned business and forced into marriages of convenience in order to ensure the prosperity of their future. maybe they had never seen the world beyond what the shores of Liyue offered them and wanted to know what the men of another country were like.

in any case, Ajax had plenty of experience "handling" these sorts of people, so to speak, and he falls into the role they preferred pretty easily. while he's not technically on the clock there's something about the man - Zhongli, he'd said - that's appealing enough to make him want to tease him just a little.

he wonders if the other knows who he is. after all, Ajax's face was still plastered on a lot of the promotional materials due to his status as top earner in the host club. ]

Ajax [ he offers, settling himself comfortably onto the couch and close enough to Zhongli that their thighs touch. the drink he has in his hands is dripping cold condensation off the glass, and he offers it with a nod of his head. ]

Here, have one on me. [ a beat and, realizing that this probably looks and sounds exactly like the sort of horror stories one might tell about a particularly aggressive stalker in a club, he adds in, quickly: ] Oh - I work here, by the way. Don't worry, it's safe.

[as a matter of fact... Zhongli has absolutely no idea who Ajax is. he has a world of things to do, ventures to sort out and check on - truly, a place like this would never be on his first list of places to explore. Liyue was already his place of comfort, and that's fine with him.

but while he's here, the least he can do is be friendly, and his smile brightens a little when Ajax introduces himself. there's a moment of recognition - not at his face, but at his name.]

Ah. You're the one they were inspired by seeing, then. [covering his mouth, Zhongli chuckles lightly. it's a little surprising to see him here, with the one guy who doesn't fit anything here, but...]

Oh, I don't-- [drink, he starts to say, but his brows furrow a little as Ajax settles in so close that they're touching. ah. his leg is warm, and perhaps surprisingly - Zhongli isn't used to that. it's just distracting enough that he thinks - what can it hurt? it's just a drink.] ... if you insist. What is it?

[delicate fingers curl around the glass, condensation sinking into his gloves. it smells a bit fruity and sweet, maybe a little... sour? he can't really be sure until he tries it, he supposes.]

[ he's pretty, Ajax decides, a true Liyue flower if ever he saw one. the women that came to visit were pretty enough in their own right, but there's something about Zhongli that's just... enticing. it's the feeling of wanting to bite into a particularly juicy fruit, or stomping around on freshly fallen snow. he can't quite place his finger on it but he knows, if gone unchecked, it could wind up being potentially disastrous for the both of them.

he is curious who the other man means, and he can only ascertain that those are the friends he was speaking of earlier. perhaps they hadn't expected Zhongli to be set upon so soon, and therein was their first mistake.

as he watches the man inspect the drink he'd pushed into his hand he hums, lifting his glass to his own lips for a sip. ]

It's one of my own, but it's an alteration of the usual Pacific Scorpion. High quality namebrand Fire-water vodka, watermelon puree and passion fruit - along with a bit of vodka soaked dragonfruit for extra flavor.

[ meaning it's fruity, definitely so - but wouldn't pull any punches on the vodka. ]

Try it. Tell me if you like it.

[if his friends were paying attention, and if either of them heard what the drink is when Ajax spoke it, he might have been safer. Zhongli doesn't consider himself innocent or naive, by any means, but as someone usually here to be the designated driver? he's got no idea what he's in for.

he does listen to the explanation with rapt attention, nodding emphatically.]

It sounds like quite a flavourful drink. Do you have it often, or is it more a suggestion for others?

[as he waits for his answer, the man takes a sip of the drink, head tilting in consideration. it is certainly fruity, and he can taste an edge from the alcohol behind it all - but it's mild, a little tingle on his tongue. quite nice, he thinks, for such a sweet drink.

his smile is small and earnest as he speaks.]

It is-- very flavourful. I usually find that watermelon is overpowered by such strong flavours as passionfruit and dragonfruit, but the vodka - or perhaps it's simply the mix, I cannot truly be certain - mingles them together quite succinctly. The taste of the alcohol is mild and smooth, and it doesn't tempt one to wrinkle one's nose in the least. I rather like it.

[Oh no.

He's a fucking nerd.]

[ ah

he's cute.

Childe has had a number of nervous first-timers, women and men who thought that their reputation might be tarnished in some way if they'd been caught out visiting a host club. no matter if they were engaged in chatting or drinking, it seemed that there was already a distinct association with the club that bordered along the carnal and obscene. ]

You're quite the analyst, aren't you? Are you a bartender or something by trade? [ he wouldn't have doubted it if that were the case; the man had the sort of looks that drew people in, which made it surprising that he was sitting here by himself. ]

Don't go trying to steal my secret recipe, though. That's a trade secret. [ this is followed up with a coy wink, his arm sliding around the back of the couch and entrapping Zhongli where he sits. ]

Of course, you could always offer up a fair trade...

[Zhongli tilts his head at the question, blinking owlishly at the words.]

A bartender? Oh-- no, not at all. [chuckling, he raises his free hand to press it to his lips.

he's about to clarify when Ajax shifts to slide an arm around the couch and traps him in place to some degree. ah.]

I-- would not know what to offer, if I were intending to. [his brows furrow a little, and though he doesn't notice the heat overmuch, his cheeks are already reddened a touch. it's the drink, honestly. he clears his throat.] But, ah. I'm a geologist. Mostly. Occasionally a florist, as well.

[is he trying to push right on past that suggestion? maybe. he also is just legitimately not thinking that there's any particular interest in him - just the intent of keeping a secretive recipe.]

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A geologist, huh? No kidding.

[ the surprise is genuine. he definitely wasn't expecting a profession like that from someone like Zhongli. perhaps something a little less nerdy like... a bookseller, or someone working in a museum. it was still pretty equally viable in terms of academics. ]

How long have you been a geologist-slash-florist for? You must do pretty well for yourself, those aren't the sorts of jobs you get on a whim.

[ his fingers gently alight on the other man's shoulders, pulling him in just a little closer. this is part of the reason why he's so popular with his clientele; everything with Ajax is so natural, so easy to fall into that people can't help but be drawn into his charm. he leans away only for a moment to set the drink on the table before he's letting the fingers of that hand come up to brush over Zhongli's cheek and chin, tilting him up to peer into golden eyes. ]

I can think of a few things... [ it comes out as a low purr, lashes dipping to frame darkened blue eyes. ] Do you want to try and guess?

Mm. It has been quite a few years now, naturally - though it's something of a family business.

[Zhongli hums thoughtfully, and perhaps he's considering how to explain. his head bobs slightly, and it's not quite a natural movement. nothing feels quite natural now, after his small sips have seen perhaps half of the drink gone.]

The flowers are more of a personal venture, as I enjoy the... scent...

[his voice trails off as Ajax pulls him in a little closer, eyes a little wider behind the glasses, lips parted just so.]

Oh, I... [his eyes are pretty, deep and dark as the abyss. he could get lost in them if he's not careful. he almost says so aloud before catching his tongue, noting that it feels... thick and heavy in his mouth, hard to control. he's not sure if he likes that.] I really don't... know what would that would be?

[there's an undeniable innocence in the reply, his hand lowering the glass to his lap.]

... Most people simply leave when I begin rambling. I-- ah.

You must not be surrounding yourself with the right kinds of people.

[ thumb brushing just under Zhongli's lower lip, he gradually inches closer, closing the gap between them until the murmur of his voice can be felt over the other man's skin. the rest of the music and the noise and the lights seems to fade away; he's got Zhongli boxed in in such a way that the man will find himself hard-pressed to find any other distractions except for Ajax in front of him. ]

You could read me your entire study on rocks and I wouldn't mind.

[ this close, he imagines he can smell the florist on him. Zhongli carries a scent that isn't oversaturated with heavy cologne and body wash, instead leaning towards more airy, floral scents.

the hand on his chin leaves for just a moment to grab at slim legs and pull them over his knees. the act draws the man closer, and Ajax lets his hand linger tellingly high up on his thigh, fingers like a warm brand against his skin. ]

You really can't think of anything, huh?

[any other time, he'd like to think he'd be... less prone to this normally, but the drink and the casual confidence with which Ajax operates have him thoroughly off guard. `I don't think I am,` he means to say, as skin brushes skin and the other inches closer. breath ghosts over heated skin and he's already struggling to think.]

Is... is that true? Be careful, or I might test that...

[the comment falls a little flat, as though he's not used to making passes or jokes, and his eyes search for... something there on the other's face.

of course, he's inexperienced, not innocent. Ajax pulls his legs over his own knees and Zhongli's breath catches as he settles in closer. he thinks he can feel the warmth of his skin through his own clothes, and it takes a moment to remember he's still holding his glass.]

That isn't... ah. You...

[fingers fumble clumsily with the glass to set it aside, careful as he can be without actually looking away from the host. he has to... set this to rights.

somewhere behind him, he thinks he hears his name called. it's only for a second, though, and surely his friends are fine. they're definitely not yelling at one another over needing to rescue Zhongli from some opportunist or letting him "have some fun."]

My apologies, I... do not have any money with which to pay for your time. It-- isn't why I was brought here.

[he's the designated driver. he's also too drunk to think about much other than how warm Ajax is against his skin, how pretty his lips are, how... deep the blue of his eyes really goes. help???]

So long as it keeps you talking, I'll listen to anything, beautiful.

[ he's really laying it on thick, which might be because a geologist sounds like a pretty well-to-do profession and also because Zhongli is exquisite when he's flushed. it feels a lot like he's coaxing the petals of a flower to open to him, crooning and serenading it with soft, plying words and gentle touches.

but then Zhongli says that he doesn't have any money. it's a bit of a downer, but it's whatever; there's nothing in the rules that says you can't give a little sample away for free.

so his thumbs slips a little higher, adventurously; it brushes over Zhongli's lower lip, parting it before allowing it to delve inside, and the murmur that follows after it is a mixture of low, rumbling heat and a whispering seduction. ]

That's just fine with me, lovely. This one's on me.

[ the first brush of his lips against Zhongli's own is just that, a brush; the teasing, light motions are barely a kiss, just a touch of his lips against the other man's, playful, flirtatious - before he eventually feels his patience wear out and he slides his hand back into Zhongli's hair to cup the back of his head to draw him into a deeper kiss intent on robbing the other man of his breath.

he can taste the alcohol and the fruit and the distinct notes of Zhongli's own flavor even beneath that. it makes him groan, heated and wanting, and he deepens the kiss fervently, tongue flickering past his lips to sample the man further. ]

You are-- very smooth.

[he can't help but just blurt it out, voice a little thin and breathy. of course, it's not like Ajax is even on the clock - so spending his time with the one person who can't pay him for his time is probably better for his coworkers, isn't it? (though let's be honest, here: Zhongli is without money for the sake of himself and his friends. they'd made that mistake once before, most likely.)

whatever he's about to say dies on his lips as the pad of a thumb brushes the lower, slips between them and presses the soft flesh apart. Ajax calls him beautiful, lovely, and Zhongli is caught on the thought that he's not half so lovely as the other man. certainly not even a fraction as suave or endlessly confident.

the geologist is not an adept kisser, even when sober. Ajax leads the way well, but it doesn't stop the kiss from being a little clumsy, thoughtless. not quite shy, in the traditional sense, though he's definitely apt to let the other man lead.

he tastes a lot more strongly of vodka, Zhongli thinks, than the drink did. probably the number he's had, he supposes - and there's something almost... visceral there. a deeply carnal feeling, one he can't put his finger on. in reality, his fingers curl around Ajax's shoulder, breaths hoarse and sharp as he's drawn into something deeper still. the clumsiness of his tongue is countered by the deftness of the one invading his mouth, and a soft moan escapes his lips as his lashes fall nearly closed.]

[ too soon he's pulling away, his fingers brushing over the other man's cheek as he pants, hot and wanting, against his skin. Ajax grants him another quick, warm kiss, then another on his cheeks, his nose and then his forehead, the gesture perhaps more intimate and softer than one might expect from a host. perhaps therein lay the reason for his popularity.

he swears in his native tongue and, if Zhongli is perceptive enough, he'll probably be able to feel the way the flesh under his legs is starting to swell and harden insistently, pressing up against the backs of his thighs in silent demand.

distantly, there's a squeal of delight; one of his regulars has apparently spotted him and is making her way over now, intent on snatching him away for a bit of private time of her own. he knows that she can pay - many of the gifts he had at home were all from her, priceless, expensive things that helped solidify his status as number one host - and it would be to his benefit to let her buy his time. it'd help give him some extra cushion for the month, anyway. ]

You're gonna come back and see me, aren't you? Gorgeous. [ it's not his usual confidence and bravado and even someone like Zhongli can probably feel how breathy his voice is when he speaks. ] Or do you want me to take you to one of the rooms in the back and give you some more samples?

[his lips redden as nicely as his face, Ajax will note when he pulls back. it paints a pretty picture, and his dazed countenance leaves his eyes shadowed by long lashes. intimacy, at least, doesn't offend or bother - the squirming is entirely pleased when it happens.

sober, he would notice that reaction immediately, too. like this it takes a moment, and he gives a soft noise of want when he feels that pressure against his thighs. want for what, he's only distantly sure. something happens behind him and he's expecting the moment to be broken - he can't pay right now, and he really ought not to waste the younger man's time.

... and then he asks if he's going to come back in that voice, and it pours want into his thoughts.]

I.... [oh. his voice breaks into a groan before he can find it properly. taking a deep breath, want deepens his already smooth baritone, tongue sliding across his lips in agitation] I would not ask you to do so for nothing -- if. You will permit me to return with payment, I can. Do that. [at least that confirms he can pay, he just... doesn't have pay right now for. some unspoken reason.]

[ so he did have money. it's nice to know he still had a sixth sense for these things, but honestly... he's kind of feeling a little impatient, and Zhongli is such a sweet, shy little thing he can't help but want to ruin him just a bit.

plus, he really doesn't want to deal with his regular when he's got a hard-on. Zhongli's just going to have to take responsibility. ]

Tomorrow, then. [ he promises - and then he's gently getting to his feet, easing the other's legs off of him in the process. rather than simply leave him there and go for the woman that had been calling to him through the crowd, he grabs Zhongli's hand and quickly pulls him up, leaving their drinks behind.

with nothing except a quick grin thrown over his shoulder he starts tugging the other man back, away from the entrance and the lights and the crowds and towards the -- bathroom. oh. it's not the one that's plastered up in public for everyone to use, but rather ones that are located discreetly behind a curtain and down the hall. these ones are single-occupant rooms with a lock, and it's here that Ajax pulls guides his new acquaintance now, steps quick and light. ]

[this poor man has no idea what trouble he's even caused, and as Ajax agrees to his proposition, he's finding his feet again, set solidly on the ground.]

Tomorrow, yes.

[there's definitely a distinct, rumbling voice that sounds rather annoyed when Zhongli lets himself be pulled up onto his feet, his stance a little unsteady. not even one drink and he's already tipsy... oh boy. he doesn't even notice when that sound disappears from his periphery (perhaps sidelined by a convenient coworker spotting Ajax, who knows).

it makes it easier to curl his fingers around Ajax's, placing his countenance in light, sure steps. he does turn his head back to try and find his friends, but their feet are already moving and ah. things aren't swimming yet, but they're definitely floaty and light.

the lights and crowds disappear somewhere behind them and he's a little struck by the quiet here behind the curtain, down a mysterious hall. employee rooms? he's not sure, and he's not sure how to ask even as he's pulled in to said bathroom.]

[ the back is, blissfully, soundproofed enough that they can hardly hear the music or the crowd beyond their door, the noise reduced to the thrum of bass beneath their feet and faint, ghostly laughter. the bathroom that Zhongli is drawn into is more high-end, with carpeted floors and a lounge pushed up against the wall and opposite the sink. there's a single stall off to the side for privacy on some equally fancy black marble linoleum dotted with gold flakes, and above the sink is a wide, full length mirror lit up by small bulbs like a vanity.

essentially, it's much like a changing/makeup room designed for one. once inside Ajax makes sure the door is locked before leading Zhongli over to the couch, pushing the other man down to sit on it while he remains standing over him.

his fingers caress first his cheek, then the top of his head, flicking playfully at his glasses before sliding down to tap his nose. his thumb returns to gently smoothing over the man's lower lip and he hums - and it's perhaps telling that his other hand is already working at the belt of his pants, finagling it open one-handed and fluidly to give his cock some relief. ]

Say, Zhongli... have you ever sucked a dick before?

[it's a pleasantly ritzy feeling place, back here. the bathroom, he thinks, is indeed less a bathroom than a changing room, and he's in the process of taking in the fixtures and their neatly tasteful design when Ajax maneuvers him to, and then pushes him down on, the couch.

if that didn't pull his attention back to the host then the brush of fingers would have, his wide-eyed curiosity seemingly unending. there's only the slightest wrinkle of his nose when fingertips flick at his glasses and then move on, far too quickly for him to raise a fuss. their heights seem almost comically different like this, and his golden gaze darts here and there before focusing on the shift of a hand at his belt.

he's... very fluid at that, he thinks. of course, that probably makes sense, but it strikes him in some way before Ajax speaks.]

I... ah... no. I cannot say that I have. I'm rather woefully inexperienced when it comes to... matters like this, actually - the opportunity has never arisen. I can't imagine it's very difficult, but nonetheless, that is the earnest truth.

[does he ramble because he's drunk, embarrassed or simply because? it's exceptionally hard to tell, but he certainly rambles.]

That's fine, I'll teach you.

[ he'd feel less bad about taking advantage of Zhongli if he were of the right mind; as it is, being something of the more popular hosts meant that there was a lot you could get away with, and Ajax had reaped the benefits for too long not to feel bad about following his dick instead of his head.

now that he sees he has Zhongli's full attention, he drops both hands to working at his pants, and the sound of the zipper being pulled down sounds impossibly loud between them. the clatter of his belt buckle accompanies the rustling of fabric, and then he's slowly pulling himself out from his underwear and letting the familiar weight of his dick rest in his hand.

a quick pump gets him half-hard; looking at Zhongli does wonders for Ajax's arousal, and he keeps his gaze fixated intensely on the other man as he slowly strokes himself to full hardness. ]

You can touch it, if you want.

Is it something that needs teaching?

[Zhongli squints up past his glasses at Ajax then, barely noticing the little shiver that draws down his spine at the sound of the zipper. he's not thinking about the fact that he's being taken advantage of, the fact that Azhdaha is absolutely going to yell at him later. it's--

oh.

oh, he's big. his cheeks flush at the sight of the Snezhnayan's dick, his tipsy curiosity too much to see him turning away. the shift of his gaze is slight, up over Ajax's form and then back down as fingers stroke his dick to full hardness.

you can touch it, he says, and that's enough to draw his gaze upward.]

Ah... if I want? [amusement bleeds into it, and he can be sure the drink isn't the only thing affecting him now. he's still warm and fuzzy feeling, but the persistent ache of his own pants is impossible for him to ignore when he's reaching out.

those fingers are so delicate when they reach to brush along the length of his cock, leather supple and warm.] ... You are... quite big.

[he admits it with a shy little dip of his head, looking up from his touching coyly now.]

[ it's a little strange feeling leather on his dick, but not terribly unusual. he's worn leather pants, after all, and gone commando if only because he knew that his clientele enjoyed seeing the bulge of his dick during their visits. having gloves on him wasn't quite so different and his cock responds well enough under the tentative touches anyway. ]

You're too cute. [ he murmurs, grin curving his lips at Zhongli's tentative, shy attentions. ] Funny, I would have thought you'd be packing under there. Something about... the quiet ones always have the biggest cocks. Guess it doesn't apply to me, though.

[ as if on cue his dick jumps under Zhongli's touch, a bead of pre-cum already forming at the tip. he's more than halfway hard but he'd always been something of an enthusiastic grower, cock prepping for the inevitable slide in with an overabundance of pre-cum. that was to say nothing about his orgasms. ]

Do you want to give it a taste, Zhongli? Will you do me that favor? Haaah... your mouth is so pretty, I think I'd die if I don't have it wrapped around my cock...

[ his hand's found its way to the crown of the other man's head and he steps forward just a little more, throbbing cock angling to bunt against Zhongli's cheek. this close the other man can probably smell his musk, the heady promise of sex and arousal clinging to the air. ]

Won't you please, Zhongli?

Oh, I-- well, it isn't that it's small. More... I had never thought much about size compared to it.

[he's delicate in his movements, but not precisely shy. it's not like he's never seen or touched a dick before, after all. attention on his movements and the cute bead of pre-cum at its tip. hips shift as he listens to Ajax speak, calls his mouth pretty, suggests so much with so few words.

he's so far out of his depth right now. worse still, the response he wants to give is cut off as the other steps closer, hand on the crown of his head - even if it doesn't intentionally hold him in place, the act does wonders to hold him there as the tip of his cock bunts the geologist's cheek.]

Ah-- I-

[oh, the scent isn't half as bad as he might have expected. there's something... fresh? about Ajax? he's not sure, but it draws his dizzy thoughts forward and into the moment. his lashes flutter and then fall closed as Zhongli's tongue slips between those cute, soft lips to flick against the shaft of him. it's a coy motion, ultimately, followed by a curious noise and the press of lips, tongue, and teeth shifting along his flesh. salt and sweat and musk fill his senses, and his other hand comes to rest on Ajax's hip for stability's sake.

as with the kiss, it's a clumsy motion, far more hesitant and unsure but nonetheless enthusiastic, and his gaze shifts to peer above the slight gleam of his glasses for... something. direction, maybe.]

[ oh, he is too cute. perhaps he should feel more guilty about potentially taking Zhongli's mouth virginity, since this is apparently the first time he's ever sucked dick. if anything, Ajax should be paying him for his services. ]

That's it, darling. Just taste it a little, get familiar with it.

[ his fingers knead and stroke, sifting through the soft brown strands of Zhongli's hair and taking a loose grip to gently angle him towards his cock. he gently presses his cock against his mouth, firm, commanding, imploring him to open up and swallow him down through gesture alone. ]

I'll give you a nice little party favor, okay? Just be a good boy and eat up.

[ the hand in Zhongli's hair shifts, cupping at his cheek and gently probing at his mouth with his thumb. Ajax pries his lips apart, slowly, carefully, then guides his cock in enough that he can press the tip against his tongue and dribble even more pre-cum onto it. ]

How's it taste? Good?

[He's unable to respond properly, of course, though the flush of his cheeks crawls toward his ears as he works. He gets the concept of what he's doing, but he's really not sure the host's dick will fit in his mouth...

It's so insistent though, when his position is shifted just so. A little at a time, such that he doesn't really even notice it until the slick tip of his cock is pressing at his lips, urging them apart.]

Mmh-- aa-

[a party favor? Zhongli has no idea what that means, especially as Ajax's hand cups his cheek, thumb pulling his mouth open with some alarm. Brows furrow as the tip nestles between his lips - it's so hot against them that he can't contain his shiver, salty, faintly bitter pre-cum dripping liberally on his tongue.

Both hands move to brace himself now and he swallows, taking in the first few drops of pre-cum to the tune of a little groan.

It's not an exaggeration to think he at least doesn't mind the taste, given how his tongue rises to delicately lap at the swell of his cockhead and his mouth parts as widely as he can manage to invite him in. Eat up, he said, didn't he?]

That's it, baby boy, that's it... you know, a bunch of people would kill to be in your position.

[ it's not really a lie, but among the hosts Ajax is still one of the few that happily indulges. he can deal with crazy fans well enough, but get enough notches in the bedpost and you eventually start to get bored.

Zhongli had come in at the perfect opportunity. had he come in earlier when Ajax was still fresh and new to the scene, he might not have batted an eye at the meek, mild-mannered man. not when he had an army of women ready and willing to throw themselves at him (quite literally, in some cases). but with his interest waning in a lot of what Liyue had to offer, the brunet had stood out like a sore thumb.

Ajax didn't mind men. it was different, and he liked different. a hole was a hole at the end of the day and some of his most interesting clients had been men who were just as willing to throw mora around as women were. ]

Listen to you. Do you like it that much? Don't be shy - you can have as much as you like.

[ now that Zhongli seems content to take things in, leisurely, Ajax has no qualms about reasserting the grip on his hair and gently guiding him forward to take a bit more of his girth into his mouth. the tip dribbles and oozes pre-cum liberally over his tongue, hips gently bucking to fuck as gently as he possibly can between his lips and push himself inside just a little bit more. it's warm and wet and, despite the clumsy movements, Zhongli is actually picking up pretty fast. opening his mouth is definitely a step in the right direction. ]

Relax your throat for me, baby, I wanna stuff your neck.

[Zhongli's brows furrow as Ajax speaks. honestly, he has no idea what to do with this kind of dirty talk. it's blatant, it's vividly vulgar, and he can feel his cheeks heat up even more. would people really? he doesn't know.

for him, he's just a man with too much focus on anything but sex. he's never been worried about it, and it made him a good designated sober friend; some sober friend he is now, granted. his head still swims a bit as he's working through taking the host's dick deeper into his mouth even.]

Nn--nnh?!

[it's not quite panic when Ajax guides him forward and his mouth is filled with more, eyelids fluttering a little. he's so-- forward. demanding. Zhongli has always kept perfect control of everything he wanted, so this... this is strange. exciting. a lot for him to take, and as Ajax bucks his hips to slide a little deeper, he's struggling to keep up with the sensation of so much happening all at once.

Relax your throat for me, he says, and the Liyuen gives a little choked noise. saliva drips down his chin and those eyes close for a moment as he tries to figure out how to-- do that. if Ajax even really means it. his neck? surely, he's just going on about it.

then again, he is quite large...

inhaling a slow, shaky breath through his nose, Zhongli swallows and does his best to relax his throat, his jaw following suit a little.]

[ oh, for a man who's never done this before, he's practically a natural. if anything Ajax should be paying him, not the other way around - even though Zhongli hadn't technically paid him at all yet - because there's nothing more imminently satisfying than indulging in someone who was not just a quick learner but also quite eager and willing to accept everything he has to give. even the saliva dribbling down his chin makes him look attractive, and Ajax has to quell the urge not to immediately stuff the entirety of his cock in in one go.

his own lips part when he watches the Liyuen relax both his throat and his jaw, and he can feel as much as see the way his cock slides past his lips in slow, maddening glides. the friction of the man's tongue along the underside, the flutter of his breaths, the way his lips stretch obscenely wide over his girth... it's enough to give him good fapping material for the next few days, or however long it will take for Zhongli to come back and give him more. his fingers rest on the crown of his head, scritching in the manner one would a dog, twitching as he sinks yet another inch inside definitively. ]

That's it... you're so good for me, Zhongli. You're taking me so good. It's even better than I could have imagined, you know... especially for a first-timer like yourself. How does it taste? [ the words are crooned affectionately despite that he knows the man can't respond to him with his mouth stuffed up. ] Do you think your friends are looking for you right now, wondering where you've run off to? They can't possibly imagine you're back here getting your belly filled, can they?

[ it's a little premature to be saying that, but he wants to know what Zhongli's reaction to swallowing down his spend might be. with another inch sunk in his hands gravitate to the side of Zhongli's head, holding him steady as his hips roll forward, insistent, and sinks even more of his cock in until he can feel himself touching the back of the other man's throat. ]

[Ajax will certainly find that once Zhongli sets his mind to determination, he will see that task through to the best of his ability. normally, that serves him well - here, it risks him ending up completely overwhelmed. still, that's not the worst idea in the world, for someone like him.

he's glad to at least be seated trying this - any other position would have seen him quite uncomfortable, likely. this way, with his feet planted firmly on the ground and body supported by the couch, at least he can rely on that and the press of hands against his head.

oh... oh, and then Ajax is talking again and if his cheeks weren't already red from the effort of taking his cock, it would probably be worse. he can feel it in the tips of his ears as fingers scritch at his head. his friends... what would they be thinking?

one, he suspects, already expects this. he'll probably be in trouble tomorrow, given he's supposed to be their chaperone of sorts. Azhdaha is probably going to give him absolute hell, in fact... he's already off on the wonder of what to say to calm them down when Ajax continues on about filling his belly.

his eyes widen as he says it like that, a choked little noise that's hard to define. pleasant, certainly, likely embarrassed. but with the way his body shifts, legs pressing together just a little. something, something he can't define about the way this man speaks is just absolutely ruining him, and his dick aches as hands slide to the sides of his head.

another inch slides in, and another, and his throat shifts in sudden protest. not quite a gagging choke, but certainly a brief discomfort as the tip of it touches the back of his throat. his eyelashes flutter and tears well in his eyes as long fingers press against Ajax's hip - not pushing him away, but needing some form of grounding to endure this.]

[ he's so cute.

most of the women he'd taken back here varied wildly. some were more assertive and demanding in their needs, others were subservient or scandalized at the very notion of putting a man's cock in their mouth. the few that were too shy to manage anything more than a few meek kisses were usually only good about putting their hands on him, and while it was never anything he actually forced on people it was interesting seeing how someone might debase themselves with the right amount of goading.

the men were usually shy, inexperienced virgins who hadn't been given an outlet due to the unspoken constraints of society. there were less of them in his myriad assortment of clients, but they were there all the same. Zhongli happened to fit perfectly in the middle, he thought; neither too meek nor too demanding, but willing to please regardless.

Ajax certainly hopes he comes back soon.

he isn't too far gone that he doesn't notice the way long fingers press against his hip, but he is surprised when the shove that might usually follow the gesture doesn't come. his eyes take in the way that Zhongli's lashes flutter and tears prick along the corners of those beautiful amber eyes of his, and with a soft murmur in his native tongue he gently brushes them away with his knuckles. ]

Don't look at me like that. I won't be able to hold back if you do, zolotse.

[ he's already restraining himself quite a lot as it is. were this a more experienced, salacious whore he would already be fucking their throat. that Zhongli has a blatant lack of experience in these types of things is the only thing that's keeping him from intimately acquainting his cock with the man's gullet. ]

I'll give you a few moments. Tap my leg when you're ready, okay?

[It didn't hurt Ajax's situation any that he'd gotten Zhongli drunk, either - even if that's hardly the case now. The swimming feeling has gone, replaced by something almost as dizzy. His thoughts have wandered on to the logistics of what he's doing and feeling, focused on the man in front of him.

His jaw aches. Beneath his shirt, he can feel the way his nipples rub fabric, pert and wanting. Between his legs, his cock throbs as warm hands hold and guide his face, and he can only make a muffled noise that could be anything from pleasure to confusion at the words.

How else is he supposed to look at him? The Liyue native is overwhelmed, after all, and every little breath he can manage fills his senses with Ajax's musk. Zolotse, he calls him, abs Zhongli tries to file away the name for later. He's not sure if he succeeded right now, because his body shifts as knuckles brush away tears and he murmurs soothingly to urge Zhongli along. It's... sweet, he thinks.

But it does feel like forever before he's finally ready; no amount of swallowing makes it easier, but at least as he relaxes a little more that starts to feel less... devastating. His fingers curl against Ajax's hip for a moment, and he can't really help himself... when he's ready to continue, that effort-stricken gaze is turned upward again. It's he ready? He's not sure. But it doesn't really matter. Fingers tap the firm muscle of one thigh to signal he's ready - and despite the warning he's still looking up with that same expression.

Or is it? Either way, his gaze trembles with effort and his eyes still water, deep amber turned upward in almost innocent determination. As if he's not sucking dick for the first time in his life, and as if his partner isn't cooing at him and saying such filthy things.]

[ that's an incredibly good look on him, Ajax thinks, and there's something primal in the knowledge that he's probably the first person to see Zhongli like this. with his eyes full of unshed tears, his lips stretched impossibly wide around the girth of his dick, it's easy to see the appeal. easier, still, when one looks at the rest of Zhongli, at how well put-together he is in an outfit that doesn't bare even the smallest sliver of skin to any wandering eyes.

it makes Ajax want to ruin him. thoroughly debauch him, fill his mouth and belly with his cum, leave him aching and throbbing and wanting before sending him back to his friends. maybe he'll give him his leg to hump and finish off on, like some kind of horny, rutting animal.

it's definitely not the sort of mindset one should have with a potential client, but he just can't help himself. Zhongli has the sort of face that just brings it out of him. ]

Oh, Zhongli... you're so good for me, you know that? So good, so fucking perfect.

[ he'll start out slow, at least at first. his fingers lace behind Zhongli's head, holding him gently in place, hips at first dragging back and pulling his cock out from his mouth with an obscene slurping noise. it allows Zhongli to feel every single inch as it pulls out of of him, lets him get accustomed to regulating his breathing as the pressure in his throat alleviates a little at a time.

he holds himself halfway out of his mouth, waiting. a few seconds drag on, the sound of the club thrumming from somewhere far off and distant - and then he's immediately pushing in, fucking into the other's mouth with a buck of his hips and a smooth roll forward. it's easy to bury himself in the soft, squishy warmth of the other's throat and it takes every fiber of restraint to pull himself out again, slow and steady, before fucking back in. the pace he sets is slow, steady, each push and pull like the rise and fall of breaths. it's almost like he's making love to his mouth, really. ]

[A fresh bout of shyness - silly, he supposes, when he's leaned forward like an obedient puppy, slurping and gulping at his cock - dusts his cheeks red as Ajax showers him with praise. He has no idea what's going through the Snezhnayan's mind, and if he did he would probably be scandalized. Instead, he's just focused on learning from the middle of everything.

A throaty rumble escapes him as gentle fingers curl around his head. Slurping and sucking as Ajax's cock slides out of his mouth, Zhongli hitches and gasps breaths in with every inch of relief. Obedient and eminently attentive, his gaze softens to something more needy once he's gotten used to the effort. The tears remain unshed, without more welling up now that he's not struggling so much.

A few heartbeats pass, enough to bring the faintest reminder of where they are and what they're doing, as Ajax holds still halfway out of his potential client's mouth. It slides in to the tune of a needy shudder, and Zhongli... Zhongli is forced to weigh the possibility that he's actually becoming addicted to this feeling. The head of the other's dick slides smoothly into his throat and fingers move from bracing on his thigh to curling around it, tongue lapping at the underside of his shaft as it rocks smoothly in and out. Gentle, almost sweet and loving, if you discount the fact that they're in a club and barely even know each other's names.]

[ as much as he wants to be gentle, there's little that he can do in the face of Zhongli's willingness to submit. his inexperience is alluring, a natural act of seduction all on its own. it's perhaps fortunate that he found himself in Ajax's claws instead of in the clutches of someone that might break him apart and take advantage of him (which he isn't doing, definitely not, he's just very good at persuasion - maybe) and he finds himself endeared to the sight of the man doing his absolute best not to choke on his dick.

but he doesn't ease up. the only way to get better is through experience, after all, and he intends to give Zhongli loads.

it doesn't take much prompting for his hips to adopt a steady, slow rhythm. he rocks against his face, rolling his cock against his tongue and down his throat, fucking him sweetly and with the sort of attentive care more likened to a lover. his gaze is riveted on the obscene stretch of Zhongli's mouth around his girth, the way his lips are shiny and slick with saliva and the thin trail of drool that runs down his chin. his fingers card through Zhongli's hair over and over, petting as he coos out intimations in a mixture of his native tongue and the common one. ]

You're doing so good, Zhongli... Do you like it? You're so obedient, you know, I can't help but wonder if this really if your first time sucking cock.

[ another peal of laughter erupts just beyond the door. idly, he glances over towards it as footsteps sound down the hall of the bathroom, not letting up for even a second as he continues to fuck into the man's mouth. the steps stop right in front of the door and there's the sound of pressure against it, then an exasperated sigh. a tired, irritated voice sounds through the wood.

"I have to take a leak, so make it quick - how much longer?"

Ajax doesn't answer, instead looking down at Zhongli with a hum. a beat or two - and then he reasserts his grip against the sides of his head with an apologetic smile, then fucks forward. he barely gives Zhongli time to adjust before he's pulling back and doing it again, and again, falling into a quick, ruthless pace characterized by the wet slap of his balls against his chin, the wet squelch of his cock as it burrows in deep and makes a new home for itself in Zhongli's hungry mouth.

it's only then that he calls out, voice a little breathy: ]

Give me five more minutes.

[Ajax's pace sets and Zhongli, in this moment, finds himself wondering just how it came to this. sure, the scenario is easy enough to follow (and sure, he can accept that despite the dizzy haze of alcohol he'd been handling, maybe he was curious about this personally), but it's still a worthwhile question.

after all, Zhongli has never noticed, nor really cared about, the attention of others. it makes it almost laughable that he's here now, delicately holding another man's thigh and working through the logistics of sucking his dick, really. fingers card through his hair and his little sighs are all on the heels of short, gulping breaths.

his accent is nice, too. soft and sweet, even when he's suggesting that maybe this isn't the Liyuen's first time. that earns a little muffled sound of protest - and his gaze shifts toward the bathroom door at the sound of laughter just beyond it. he'd nearly forgotten they're doing this in a (semi)public bathroom, that others might see him.

that his friends are probably looking for him.

ah.

he's the designated driver.

and then, before he can worry too much about it, hands grip firmly at the sides of his head. there's a soft noise of confusion, concern - and a mild choke as Ajax's hips buck forward. no time to adjust properly, and Zhongli's weight shifts as balls slap his chin, his own cock giving a protesting twitch in its confines. it's not as unpleasant as he would have expected, even if he has to blink back tears as his throat stretches around the invading length.

faced with the litany of sensations, his nails dig into the Snezhnayan's leg. it's hard to figure what to focus on, but eventually he decides on "not choking" with a side of waiting out the other's orgasm. honestly, just the thought of that makes his heartbeat pick up, if just a little bit. maybe later, he'll blame it on the drink. blame it on the accent, the sweet allure of something almost... taboo, poetic. but for right now, all he cares about is the feeling of it, cock carving out a space for itself down his willing throat.

for now, that's good enough. five more minutes, five more seconds - it doesn't really matter to him. Zhongli just wants to taste it, feel it in a way he can't quite put to words.]

[ it's good that Zhongli is adaptable to the point of being nearly malleable, because it means that Ajax doesn't have any qualms about going all-out. pretending to be a suave, romantic host can only sate his desires for so long, and it's rare that he meets someone that's this eager and this enthusiastic about being used.

that Zhongli hasn't rejected him up until this point is only the icing on the cake, and not for the first time does he find himself looking the other over, committing his features and those beautiful eyes of his to memory so that he might have an easier time finding him in the future.

the pace he sets is brutal, feral in its intensity. he can feel spit running down the length of his cock, dripping down onto the polished linoleum. at some angles he thinks he can feel the drag of teeth over his dick but it only adds to the pleasure, pain mingling in white-hot pulses with the ecstasy of fucking into a warm, wet hole tailored for his use. all Zhongli has to do is to take - and gods, he does such a good job of it.

the last few moments before his orgasm he drives himself in deep, grinding against Zhongli's face in wet, filthy pulses and holding him there. his cock throbs between the man's lips, swelling to its full length, Ajax's fingers finding their new home clutching handfuls of the pretty Liyuen's hair before he throws his head back and cums.

his entire body jerks with each heavy pulse, each warm, thick rope of cum that seeds Zhongli's throat, pools on his tongue and oozes down into his gullet. he keeps the man there as he empties out an almost inhuman amount of it down his throat, flooding the previously unused space until as though he means to choke him with it.

reprieve comes in the form of Ajax easing up his hold on his hair, a great sigh of relief drifting past his lips. he hadn't realized how bad he'd needed that up until this moment.

but more importantly, though, he looks down at Zhongli, gauging his appearance and his reaction as the footsteps abruptly fade off into the distance. ]

[fuck. Zhongli is absolutely lost as Ajax sets his pace, feral and brutal and somehow beautiful in that. balls slap against his face and indeed, his teeth graze against the thick cock splitting his mouth open, but it doesn't so much as make the Snezhnayan flinch. his tears don't do anything to stop him from sucking like he'll die if he doesn't either, taking every inch and only occasionally hitching as he chokes on Ajax's dick.

his eyes roll up as hands clutch his hair and the Snezhnayan grinds against his face, filthy and wet and everything he would never normally allow himself to be. he has to be close, he's sure, and it's confirmed when his throat is filled deep with hard, hot flesh.

the first pulse of thick, hot cum oozing into his mouth and down his gullet is enough to drive him to cum. his cheeks are too red already for it to be obvious that he's a little embarrassed, but Ajax will likely feel the sound the Liyuen makes when he's filling his pants. it's even more embarrassing that he seems to cum harder as he's held in place, eyes unfocusing with the struggle of swallowing it all down and not choking.

and when the Liyuen is finally given relief? his tongue remains stuck out of his mouth, a drop of saliva threatening to drip down. Cum and spit and tears stain his face and stick his hair to it in places, golden eyes peering upward to Ajax. for a moment, before he catches himself and his breath enough to swallow and lick his lips in some attempt to clean up, he looks like a cute little pup waiting for a treat.]

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