[ it will all make much more sense to him once he understands Zhongli's constitution (—probably, anyway.)
He doesn't expect the kiss to be so enjoyable. Zhongli's mouth tastes... like something to him that he feels he should know, but he can't put his finger on it. Not that his mind is able to really process such levels of cognition as he's kissed. The sweetness is indeed enough to keep him breathless and overwhelmed with his other ministrations. He really wants it— really wants Zhongli so much that it consumes any attempt at keeping his head above water. The lack of air is just enough that when the adeptus gets him to spill, the orgasm feels much better than he's ever recalled having. It's not particularly hard or intense, but something about it still feels really ... delicious is maybe the word he would use if he had to describe it. He isn't able to moan out Zhongli's name when he climaxes, but it's not from a lack of wanting to. The brief involuntary sound that escapes his throat one of uncontrollable pleasure, and for a few seconds after, Ajax feels like he's sinking into a pool of water and about to float. Breath ragged as he tries to fill his lungs, he is only brought back to the surface of the moment with the soothing sound of Zhongli's voice as he asks the question. If he were not affected by the climax high, he surely would have tried to stumble around such a question. Even he knows that he should be embarrassed talking so openly about things, and that includes if it's only in private to a single person.
Instead, as his clinging starts to loosen some with him getting at least some relief from his heat, he replies with a soft chuckle, gently amused. ]
No. Why would they?
[ there's no self-depreciation in his words. He seems to be pleasantly bemused in a very light-hearted way that such a question would be asked. That's not to say the question is awkward to him, either: no, it's actually somewhat flattering from his point of view because— ]
Do I seem like the kind of person that would have an experience like that?
[ it must be a compliment! And if it's not ... well his brazen kitsune ego will make it one just fine on its own, too.
His hands momentarily wander gently and curiously over Zhongli's upper back and shoulders as if committing every inch to memory. He feels a little less desperate now (is that the result of the other's intention to take the edge off?) but far from satisfied. Ah, how strange to not feel that overwhelming primal instinct so strongly it takes over every other sensibility from the getgo but still able to desire to experience it still! (He must like Zhongli very much.) It can't just be physical attraction, can it? He's never done this with any others that he's come in contact with. Not that any of them were even close to Zhongli in any way, shape, or form, but surely if it was just physical he would have not been particularly picky about who he satisfied his urge with. Considering he doesn't remember any such thing ever crossing his mind nevermind an actual heat manifesting in the presence of others, that seems like a safe conclusion.
(Oh, so he really likes Zhongli.)
Now if only he had the slightest idea of what that statement actually means for them both and individually, especially since he's not silly enough to hope Zhongli likes him in any way like that, too. ]
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He doesn't expect the kiss to be so enjoyable. Zhongli's mouth tastes... like something to him that he feels he should know, but he can't put his finger on it. Not that his mind is able to really process such levels of cognition as he's kissed. The sweetness is indeed enough to keep him breathless and overwhelmed with his other ministrations. He really wants it— really wants Zhongli so much that it consumes any attempt at keeping his head above water. The lack of air is just enough that when the adeptus gets him to spill, the orgasm feels much better than he's ever recalled having. It's not particularly hard or intense, but something about it still feels really ... delicious is maybe the word he would use if he had to describe it. He isn't able to moan out Zhongli's name when he climaxes, but it's not from a lack of wanting to. The brief involuntary sound that escapes his throat one of uncontrollable pleasure, and for a few seconds after, Ajax feels like he's sinking into a pool of water and about to float. Breath ragged as he tries to fill his lungs, he is only brought back to the surface of the moment with the soothing sound of Zhongli's voice as he asks the question. If he were not affected by the climax high, he surely would have tried to stumble around such a question. Even he knows that he should be embarrassed talking so openly about things, and that includes if it's only in private to a single person.
Instead, as his clinging starts to loosen some with him getting at least some relief from his heat, he replies with a soft chuckle, gently amused. ]
No. Why would they?
[ there's no self-depreciation in his words. He seems to be pleasantly bemused in a very light-hearted way that such a question would be asked. That's not to say the question is awkward to him, either: no, it's actually somewhat flattering from his point of view because— ]
Do I seem like the kind of person that would have an experience like that?
[ it must be a compliment! And if it's not ... well his brazen kitsune ego will make it one just fine on its own, too.
His hands momentarily wander gently and curiously over Zhongli's upper back and shoulders as if committing every inch to memory. He feels a little less desperate now (is that the result of the other's intention to take the edge off?) but far from satisfied. Ah, how strange to not feel that overwhelming primal instinct so strongly it takes over every other sensibility from the getgo but still able to desire to experience it still! (He must like Zhongli very much.) It can't just be physical attraction, can it? He's never done this with any others that he's come in contact with. Not that any of them were even close to Zhongli in any way, shape, or form, but surely if it was just physical he would have not been particularly picky about who he satisfied his urge with. Considering he doesn't remember any such thing ever crossing his mind nevermind an actual heat manifesting in the presence of others, that seems like a safe conclusion.
(Oh, so he really likes Zhongli.)
Now if only he had the slightest idea of what that statement actually means for them both and individually, especially since he's not silly enough to hope Zhongli likes him in any way like that, too. ]