[ 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. ]
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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. ]