[ The scars are noticed, then quickly forgotten. The task of removing clothes—Tighnari's clothes, specifically—as quickly as possible seems to be the most important thing to Zhongli at the moment. As the shirt slides from Tighnari's shoulders, Zhongli leans down to press a kiss to the side of his throat, his jaw, the dip between his collarbones, and tiny little love nips are interspersed between each touch of his lips to Tighnari's skin. While he works he drops his hands down, already set on removing Tighnari's pants as soon as possible.
He does, however, at least realize that his own clothing should also come off. Very graciously, he shrugs off his hotel-provided blazer one shoulder at a time. Removing the shirt is still in Tighnari's hands, however. ]
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He does, however, at least realize that his own clothing should also come off. Very graciously, he shrugs off his hotel-provided blazer one shoulder at a time. Removing the shirt is still in Tighnari's hands, however. ]