[ah, Zhongli does move with quiet efficiency, and that, Dohalim does have to appreciate. as his clothing is moved around, he lets go of the other's neck, leaning back on the chaise to watch the other work. his hand opts to thread through Zhongli's hair, his eyes fluttering for a moment as those soft lips envelop the tip of his cock. really, with his hand in the deity's hair, he could just push his head down, make him choke on the length, feel that warm throat contract around it and watch those golden eyes shine with tears as they plead for mercy. he could do all of that, and Zhongli can't do a thing about it. but... perhaps he'll be merciful for the moment, especially with that tongue of his teasing the slit, no doubt tasting the precum that had already begun to slowly seep from it. as desperate Zhongli can be sometimes, Dohalim... well, he won't admit it out loud, but there's a bit of that same desperation.
or, perhaps, it's more of a need to watch the deity come to ruin for being treated so roughly.
Dohalim looks down Zhongli's back, to the tail curled around him. still a surprising revelation... he wants to touch it, feel it under his fingers, squeeze it. but in this position, of course he won't be able to... he takes a drag out of his pipe as his eyes flick between the tail, to the top of Zhongli's head as he works. a thought comes to him; maybe he could...]
Mm... [he blows out the smoke in a slow exhale] Go on...
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or, perhaps, it's more of a need to watch the deity come to ruin for being treated so roughly.
Dohalim looks down Zhongli's back, to the tail curled around him. still a surprising revelation... he wants to touch it, feel it under his fingers, squeeze it. but in this position, of course he won't be able to... he takes a drag out of his pipe as his eyes flick between the tail, to the top of Zhongli's head as he works. a thought comes to him; maybe he could...]
Mm... [he blows out the smoke in a slow exhale] Go on...