[ it's good that Zhongli is adaptable to the point of being nearly malleable, because it means that Ajax doesn't have any qualms about going all-out. pretending to be a suave, romantic host can only sate his desires for so long, and it's rare that he meets someone that's this eager and this enthusiastic about being used.
that Zhongli hasn't rejected him up until this point is only the icing on the cake, and not for the first time does he find himself looking the other over, committing his features and those beautiful eyes of his to memory so that he might have an easier time finding him in the future.
the pace he sets is brutal, feral in its intensity. he can feel spit running down the length of his cock, dripping down onto the polished linoleum. at some angles he thinks he can feel the drag of teeth over his dick but it only adds to the pleasure, pain mingling in white-hot pulses with the ecstasy of fucking into a warm, wet hole tailored for his use. all Zhongli has to do is to take - and gods, he does such a good job of it.
the last few moments before his orgasm he drives himself in deep, grinding against Zhongli's face in wet, filthy pulses and holding him there. his cock throbs between the man's lips, swelling to its full length, Ajax's fingers finding their new home clutching handfuls of the pretty Liyuen's hair before he throws his head back and cums.
his entire body jerks with each heavy pulse, each warm, thick rope of cum that seeds Zhongli's throat, pools on his tongue and oozes down into his gullet. he keeps the man there as he empties out an almost inhuman amount of it down his throat, flooding the previously unused space until as though he means to choke him with it.
reprieve comes in the form of Ajax easing up his hold on his hair, a great sigh of relief drifting past his lips. he hadn't realized how bad he'd needed that up until this moment.
but more importantly, though, he looks down at Zhongli, gauging his appearance and his reaction as the footsteps abruptly fade off into the distance. ]
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that Zhongli hasn't rejected him up until this point is only the icing on the cake, and not for the first time does he find himself looking the other over, committing his features and those beautiful eyes of his to memory so that he might have an easier time finding him in the future.
the pace he sets is brutal, feral in its intensity. he can feel spit running down the length of his cock, dripping down onto the polished linoleum. at some angles he thinks he can feel the drag of teeth over his dick but it only adds to the pleasure, pain mingling in white-hot pulses with the ecstasy of fucking into a warm, wet hole tailored for his use. all Zhongli has to do is to take - and gods, he does such a good job of it.
the last few moments before his orgasm he drives himself in deep, grinding against Zhongli's face in wet, filthy pulses and holding him there. his cock throbs between the man's lips, swelling to its full length, Ajax's fingers finding their new home clutching handfuls of the pretty Liyuen's hair before he throws his head back and cums.
his entire body jerks with each heavy pulse, each warm, thick rope of cum that seeds Zhongli's throat, pools on his tongue and oozes down into his gullet. he keeps the man there as he empties out an almost inhuman amount of it down his throat, flooding the previously unused space until as though he means to choke him with it.
reprieve comes in the form of Ajax easing up his hold on his hair, a great sigh of relief drifting past his lips. he hadn't realized how bad he'd needed that up until this moment.
but more importantly, though, he looks down at Zhongli, gauging his appearance and his reaction as the footsteps abruptly fade off into the distance. ]