[ 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. ]
[ ah, he's so warm.. warm and surprisingly solid and strong feeling for how slim he is, but that's fine, that's lovely, tighnari is happy to lean into it. he enjoys the press of those nice kisses and nips, though when he feels zhongli's fingertips on his trousers he can't help but chuckle. ]
Impatient, hmm?
[ not that he minds. he sounds quite amused. nevertheless, tighnari continues his work as well, working that shirt off and away from zhongli's body with ease, eager to touch and see his skin. as for his own pants, well, tighnari's certainly not stopping him. ]
I think I displayed a remarkable amount of patience during our game.
[ Like his blazer, Zhongli takes the time to shrug his shirt off one shoulder at a time once Tighnari has the buttons undone. His build proves to be slender but strong, his muscles lean but defined. He is not terribly worried about how well he might be measuring up to Tighnari's expectations, however. Once he has Tighnari's pants undone he abruptly slows. As eager and impatient as he is, he's not so wound up he's going to completely forget something like the logistics of the situation. ]
I don't mind continuing where we are, we'll have an easier time if we relocate to the couch.
[ at that, tighnari laughs, but it's a gentle, warm sound, not teasing or harsh. ]
I suppose you did, didn't you?
[ tighnari's hands move over zhongli's chest, palms sliding over warm skin and muscle, and he hums his appreciation of it, thumbing at both nipples before he nods. his partner has the right of it. ]
The couch, then.
[ sliding his hands down into zhongli's, tighnari gives him a gentle tug, leading him back to the sofa behind them until his calves hit the cushions. before sitting, however, he pulls zhongli down for another kiss, a slow one, but deep and hot, tongue sliding into his mouth, his breath gusting. ]
[ It's a minor thing, but Tighnari grabbing his hands and pulling them back ignites a fresh spark of eagerness in Zhongli. He follows along, thumbs smoothing over the back of Tighnari's hands.
Naturally, he's only too happy to let Tighnari pull him down for another kiss. He leans in, all but purring into the kiss, and bears Tighnari the rest of the way down to the couch. He's loathe to break away from the other man, and so the difference in height between the two of them comes in handy. He can stay right where he is, even as he skims his hands down Tighnari's chest and stomach until he can finally slip his fingers under the hem of Tighnari's slacks. With them already undone, it's a simple enough matter to start easing them down over Tighnari's hips—and Zhongli even remembers to be careful with his tail. ]
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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. ]
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Impatient, hmm?
[ not that he minds. he sounds quite amused. nevertheless, tighnari continues his work as well, working that shirt off and away from zhongli's body with ease, eager to touch and see his skin. as for his own pants, well, tighnari's certainly not stopping him. ]
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[ Like his blazer, Zhongli takes the time to shrug his shirt off one shoulder at a time once Tighnari has the buttons undone. His build proves to be slender but strong, his muscles lean but defined. He is not terribly worried about how well he might be measuring up to Tighnari's expectations, however. Once he has Tighnari's pants undone he abruptly slows. As eager and impatient as he is, he's not so wound up he's going to completely forget something like the logistics of the situation. ]
I don't mind continuing where we are, we'll have an easier time if we relocate to the couch.
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I suppose you did, didn't you?
[ tighnari's hands move over zhongli's chest, palms sliding over warm skin and muscle, and he hums his appreciation of it, thumbing at both nipples before he nods. his partner has the right of it. ]
The couch, then.
[ sliding his hands down into zhongli's, tighnari gives him a gentle tug, leading him back to the sofa behind them until his calves hit the cushions. before sitting, however, he pulls zhongli down for another kiss, a slow one, but deep and hot, tongue sliding into his mouth, his breath gusting. ]
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Naturally, he's only too happy to let Tighnari pull him down for another kiss. He leans in, all but purring into the kiss, and bears Tighnari the rest of the way down to the couch. He's loathe to break away from the other man, and so the difference in height between the two of them comes in handy. He can stay right where he is, even as he skims his hands down Tighnari's chest and stomach until he can finally slip his fingers under the hem of Tighnari's slacks. With them already undone, it's a simple enough matter to start easing them down over Tighnari's hips—and Zhongli even remembers to be careful with his tail. ]