[he doesn't intend to pull away, not quickly. so long as Dohalim's reactive to it, selfish in his own right, this is... okay, isn't it? it's something natural, overall. something the renan deserves, at the very least.
a hand slides to the back of his neck to pull him closer, and Zhongli's first reaction is to press gently at a shoulder to urge him back onto the bed. this is a little more forceful, more needy. it speaks of so many things the deity cannot or would not say, a soft noise rumbling against his lips as those fingers tangle and thread into his ponytail.
his tongue feels impatient in his mouth, wanting to press forward, but he's still telling himself he should be a little patient.]
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a hand slides to the back of his neck to pull him closer, and Zhongli's first reaction is to press gently at a shoulder to urge him back onto the bed. this is a little more forceful, more needy. it speaks of so many things the deity cannot or would not say, a soft noise rumbling against his lips as those fingers tangle and thread into his ponytail.
his tongue feels impatient in his mouth, wanting to press forward, but he's still telling himself he should be a little patient.]