[Dohalim hums softly, gently nuzzling at Zhongli's neck. in the back of his mind, he knows they should get cleaned up lest someone come knocking at the door, but honestly, he couldn't give a damn at this moment. at least it's not as much of a mess like before (Dohalim has to wonder if Zhongli has a way of controlling that). everything is so warm and wonderful, and for a beat, it's as if none of his worries exist. there's a comfortable silence that settles over them as his breathing starts to level]
Mm... Was it good...
[in the back of his mind, Dohalim is sure it was. but, he supposes, there's a part of him that seeks that validation, to know what exactly Zhongli thought about it. or maybe he just wants to hear the praise, to be told he did good...
the Renan shifts his arm a little, sliding it back enough so he can brush his hand through the silky tresses of Zhongli's hair. it's incredible how soft it is, even after sleep and a romp, and it's just one more thing he adores about this god]
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Mm... Was it good...
[in the back of his mind, Dohalim is sure it was. but, he supposes, there's a part of him that seeks that validation, to know what exactly Zhongli thought about it. or maybe he just wants to hear the praise, to be told he did good...
the Renan shifts his arm a little, sliding it back enough so he can brush his hand through the silky tresses of Zhongli's hair. it's incredible how soft it is, even after sleep and a romp, and it's just one more thing he adores about this god]