[Ajax's pace sets and Zhongli, in this moment, finds himself wondering just how it came to this. sure, the scenario is easy enough to follow (and sure, he can accept that despite the dizzy haze of alcohol he'd been handling, maybe he was curious about this personally), but it's still a worthwhile question.
after all, Zhongli has never noticed, nor really cared about, the attention of others. it makes it almost laughable that he's here now, delicately holding another man's thigh and working through the logistics of sucking his dick, really. fingers card through his hair and his little sighs are all on the heels of short, gulping breaths.
his accent is nice, too. soft and sweet, even when he's suggesting that maybe this isn't the Liyuen's first time. that earns a little muffled sound of protest - and his gaze shifts toward the bathroom door at the sound of laughter just beyond it. he'd nearly forgotten they're doing this in a (semi)public bathroom, that others might see him.
that his friends are probably looking for him.
ah.
he's the designated driver.
and then, before he can worry too much about it, hands grip firmly at the sides of his head. there's a soft noise of confusion, concern - and a mild choke as Ajax's hips buck forward. no time to adjust properly, and Zhongli's weight shifts as balls slap his chin, his own cock giving a protesting twitch in its confines. it's not as unpleasant as he would have expected, even if he has to blink back tears as his throat stretches around the invading length.
faced with the litany of sensations, his nails dig into the Snezhnayan's leg. it's hard to figure what to focus on, but eventually he decides on "not choking" with a side of waiting out the other's orgasm. honestly, just the thought of that makes his heartbeat pick up, if just a little bit. maybe later, he'll blame it on the drink. blame it on the accent, the sweet allure of something almost... taboo, poetic. but for right now, all he cares about is the feeling of it, cock carving out a space for itself down his willing throat.
for now, that's good enough. five more minutes, five more seconds - it doesn't really matter to him. Zhongli just wants to taste it, feel it in a way he can't quite put to words.]
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after all, Zhongli has never noticed, nor really cared about, the attention of others. it makes it almost laughable that he's here now, delicately holding another man's thigh and working through the logistics of sucking his dick, really. fingers card through his hair and his little sighs are all on the heels of short, gulping breaths.
his accent is nice, too. soft and sweet, even when he's suggesting that maybe this isn't the Liyuen's first time. that earns a little muffled sound of protest - and his gaze shifts toward the bathroom door at the sound of laughter just beyond it. he'd nearly forgotten they're doing this in a (semi)public bathroom, that others might see him.
that his friends are probably looking for him.
ah.
he's the designated driver.
and then, before he can worry too much about it, hands grip firmly at the sides of his head. there's a soft noise of confusion, concern - and a mild choke as Ajax's hips buck forward. no time to adjust properly, and Zhongli's weight shifts as balls slap his chin, his own cock giving a protesting twitch in its confines. it's not as unpleasant as he would have expected, even if he has to blink back tears as his throat stretches around the invading length.
faced with the litany of sensations, his nails dig into the Snezhnayan's leg. it's hard to figure what to focus on, but eventually he decides on "not choking" with a side of waiting out the other's orgasm. honestly, just the thought of that makes his heartbeat pick up, if just a little bit. maybe later, he'll blame it on the drink. blame it on the accent, the sweet allure of something almost... taboo, poetic. but for right now, all he cares about is the feeling of it, cock carving out a space for itself down his willing throat.
for now, that's good enough. five more minutes, five more seconds - it doesn't really matter to him. Zhongli just wants to taste it, feel it in a way he can't quite put to words.]