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.]
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[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.]