[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.]
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[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.]