[hungry eyes look Zhongli up and down; he's even better than Dohalim imagined. he supposes it's to be expected of a warrior god, but he still pleases the eye. his gaze doesn't move from Zhongli's form; how could he when he's such a fine specimen?
it also pleases him that the deity's movements as he undresses him are more precise; if Dohalim didn't know any better, he would think that Zhongli had been doing this his entire life. he could probably even dare to say that he's better than even the most tenured servant in the palace.
maybe, though, it might have something to do with his warning earlier. he's not sure, but he won't question it, either.
when the final piece of his regalia is slipped off and tucked away, Dohalim grabs Zhongli's arm roughly, pulling him close for a searing kiss. his other hand comes up to fist it into the other's hair, effectively pushing his head close so he can deepen the kiss. he wastes no moment as his tongue forces its way past Zhongli's lips, wanting to greedily taste every bit of him. half lidded amber eyes watch him as he kisses him, watching for more of those subtle reactions.
Dohalim tugs on Zhongli's hair as he breaks the kiss, breath huffing small puffs of breath on the deity's face as he catches his breath]
On your knees.
[he doesn't wait for Zhongli to move or protest, but instead brings the hand holding onto his arm up to his shoulder, before pushing down on it. he has to wonder just how much experience Zhongli has in his long life; he intends on putting that to the test. and really, as he glances at his own half hard cock, Dohalim can't really do anything in his current state. yet]
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it also pleases him that the deity's movements as he undresses him are more precise; if Dohalim didn't know any better, he would think that Zhongli had been doing this his entire life. he could probably even dare to say that he's better than even the most tenured servant in the palace.
maybe, though, it might have something to do with his warning earlier. he's not sure, but he won't question it, either.
when the final piece of his regalia is slipped off and tucked away, Dohalim grabs Zhongli's arm roughly, pulling him close for a searing kiss. his other hand comes up to fist it into the other's hair, effectively pushing his head close so he can deepen the kiss. he wastes no moment as his tongue forces its way past Zhongli's lips, wanting to greedily taste every bit of him. half lidded amber eyes watch him as he kisses him, watching for more of those subtle reactions.
Dohalim tugs on Zhongli's hair as he breaks the kiss, breath huffing small puffs of breath on the deity's face as he catches his breath]
On your knees.
[he doesn't wait for Zhongli to move or protest, but instead brings the hand holding onto his arm up to his shoulder, before pushing down on it. he has to wonder just how much experience Zhongli has in his long life; he intends on putting that to the test. and really, as he glances at his own half hard cock, Dohalim can't really do anything in his current state. yet]