[ When Zhongli does finally pull back, a pink dusts across his cheeks as he dares to look shy and flustered (an expression that had never one crossed Morax's features). His teeth dig into his own lower lip. ]
You're very good at this. Practiced.
[ It is not a statement of jealousy but of simple fact that even Zhongli could tell that Childe was experienced. That he was holding back from escalating due to attempting to be patient or Zhongli's own inexperience (or something else entirely?). Impossible to tell.
But if Childe had taken lovers before, then why did he not have one now? Had they all been temporary flights of passion? Did his duties prevent him from having a serious relationship?
There were so many questions with no answers, ever growing like a yawning chasm that showed just how little Zhongli knew of Childe despite how long they had known each other. How little he had come to try to understand Childe even though they were living under the same roof.
A hand reaches up to card through his hair, fond and gentle. ]
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You're very good at this. Practiced.
[ It is not a statement of jealousy but of simple fact that even Zhongli could tell that Childe was experienced. That he was holding back from escalating due to attempting to be patient or Zhongli's own inexperience (or something else entirely?). Impossible to tell.
But if Childe had taken lovers before, then why did he not have one now? Had they all been temporary flights of passion? Did his duties prevent him from having a serious relationship?
There were so many questions with no answers, ever growing like a yawning chasm that showed just how little Zhongli knew of Childe despite how long they had known each other. How little he had come to try to understand Childe even though they were living under the same roof.
A hand reaches up to card through his hair, fond and gentle. ]
Is this okay?
[ Fingertips drag over the shell of his ear. ]
Is this something that you want?