[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.]
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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.]