[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.]
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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.]