[ Zhongli huffs a breath through his nose, somewhere between huffed and pleased at how clingy Ajax is being. ]
There's my good boy.
[ He brushes the sweat-soaked hair away from his forehead, kissing his brow as Ajax loses himself in the sensations. It's nice. This is nice. To be able to take care of another. To take care of Ajax as Ajax had been taking care of him. ]
You did so very well.
[ There's a small knit of concern between his brows that Ajax has not yet had this experience with another. Physical intercourse is certainly not unknown to him with how smoothly he had approached Zhongli. Shameless, but only in so much as he was not embarrassed about expressing his own needs. Surely, there should be others that have wanted to reciprocate the boy's kindness.
But ah, perhaps he was being a bit presumptuous. Ajax could be a little pushy. Maybe he never gave his other partner's a chance to treat him in this way.
Once he's settled, Zhongli sits up a bit. He reaches for Ajax's calves, pressing a kiss to each of his inner ankles before hiking them over his shoulders. Ajax had been clear in what he wanted (and it is what Zhongli wants as well). There was no need to deny him of anything. ]
I would not know. I have never met anyone quite like you, Ajax.
[ Or perhaps he had not had the time to indulge in a such a relationship with another like this. Zhongli had befriended many— mortal and adepti alike. He'd also known dozens of fox youkai in his lifetime. He's met hundreds of eager young men, brash and brilliant in their overconfidence. Hundreds more who looked to him for guidance and stability, something he always strived to provide to those under his care.
But Ajax was different.
Ajax looked at him and saw only Zhongli. Ajax . It feels a bit disingenuous to hide his true identity from him. But does it really matter? Since he cast off that life. Folded it neatly and set it aside never to be worn again.
Why should Zhongli feel guilty for living such a life? ]
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There's my good boy.
[ He brushes the sweat-soaked hair away from his forehead, kissing his brow as Ajax loses himself in the sensations. It's nice. This is nice. To be able to take care of another. To take care of Ajax as Ajax had been taking care of him. ]
You did so very well.
[ There's a small knit of concern between his brows that Ajax has not yet had this experience with another. Physical intercourse is certainly not unknown to him with how smoothly he had approached Zhongli. Shameless, but only in so much as he was not embarrassed about expressing his own needs. Surely, there should be others that have wanted to reciprocate the boy's kindness.
But ah, perhaps he was being a bit presumptuous. Ajax could be a little pushy. Maybe he never gave his other partner's a chance to treat him in this way.
Once he's settled, Zhongli sits up a bit. He reaches for Ajax's calves, pressing a kiss to each of his inner ankles before hiking them over his shoulders. Ajax had been clear in what he wanted (and it is what Zhongli wants as well). There was no need to deny him of anything. ]
I would not know. I have never met anyone quite like you, Ajax.
[ Or perhaps he had not had the time to indulge in a such a relationship with another like this. Zhongli had befriended many— mortal and adepti alike. He'd also known dozens of fox youkai in his lifetime. He's met hundreds of eager young men, brash and brilliant in their overconfidence. Hundreds more who looked to him for guidance and stability, something he always strived to provide to those under his care.
But Ajax was different.
Ajax looked at him and saw only Zhongli. Ajax . It feels a bit disingenuous to hide his true identity from him. But does it really matter? Since he cast off that life. Folded it neatly and set it aside never to be worn again.
Why should Zhongli feel guilty for living such a life? ]