[ Without the staggered back and forth flow of the dice game between them, things progress a lot more naturally. Zhongli already feels a lot less wound up in the absence the start-and-stop of their first encounter, but no less eager. He drops his hands to the front of Tighnari's shirt, pulling at buttons until enough to them are undone to allow one of his hands to slip inside. He skims his fingers over Tighnari's skin until he finds one of his nipples, which he catches between his thumb and forefinger.
He's only too aware of the feel of Tighnari's hands in his hair and lips and tongue against his own, as well. A low, pleased rumble builds in his chest. When he eventually needs to pull back for air, he makes sure to give Tighnari's lips a soft little love bite as he withdraws. ]
no subject
He's only too aware of the feel of Tighnari's hands in his hair and lips and tongue against his own, as well. A low, pleased rumble builds in his chest. When he eventually needs to pull back for air, he makes sure to give Tighnari's lips a soft little love bite as he withdraws. ]