Zhongli smiles, a full-fledged adoring smile, when Xiao explains so easily what a married couple does. With how easily he says it, it seems obvious he has no idea what that entails. If anything, it makes his heart surge. He's endeared and just about to speak again, when Xiao adds more and Zhongli's throat suddenly tightens. This silly little bird, offering himself when he doesn't even know what for: does he really trust Zhongli so much? That, even while knowing he may lack information, he doesn't mind entrusting himself to him?
Zhongli inhales deeply, his stomach twisting as unfamiliar heat pools at the bottom. He has to close his eyes, afraid he'll show the beast within, when Xiao admits he likes being close. Eyelids fluttering up, he finds he wants to devour that little red mouth, perfectly rounded now. "I want you more than I've ever wanted anything." He confesses, a low murmur and his golden eyes like a solar eclipse, his pupils growing and shading the sun.
"We can be close for as long as you want, whenever you want." He grants him easily, insisting on that 'want'. He'd give Xiao anything he wishes, he would give him all of himself, if Xiao wanted it. "There are ways to be even closer." He whispers and yet he doesn't act on it, because he is unsure: maybe Xiao would play along simply to please Zhongli himself, and not because it is something he desires himself.
Xiao doesn't have the furthest idea of what he does to him, how the weight shifting in Zhongli's lap threatens to make him crazy if he focuses properly on the position the other is moving in, how they're parted only by mere layers of silk and brocade and nothing more. The closest they've ever been. "Xiao..." He calls quietly, his deep voice turned into almost a purr, round and pleased. It's the first time he says his name out loud and he tastes it thoroughly.
He should explain to him what lie entails in a marriage, for himself and so if someone asks, they don't get the wrong idea of him. He should tell him it's dangerous, to have shifted on his lap like that, to sit astride him and lean up that way. But he can't find in himself the strength to pull back; his large hands cup his small, pretty face and Zhongli fills the distance, letting their lips touch, with no veil in-between.
He lands small, sweet little kisses, to have him get used to the feel of the display of affection, the noise short and wet and maybe even endearing in the almost completely dark room. Slowly, the kisses turn warmer, more lingering, tasting the other's lips with no rush and his head tilting from one side to the other. He pulls back only once their breathing has turned heavier.
"Part your lips." He instructs, voice sounding like a growl, more of the general than he's ever been today, fully expecting Xiao to obey. If he does, upon licking into his mouth Zhongli will almost groan. An arm wraps around his narrow waist and his opposite hand curls around his thigh again, tugging him even closer if possible, slotting their bodies together as he savours him deeply, long fingers squeezing into his taut muscles.
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Zhongli inhales deeply, his stomach twisting as unfamiliar heat pools at the bottom. He has to close his eyes, afraid he'll show the beast within, when Xiao admits he likes being close. Eyelids fluttering up, he finds he wants to devour that little red mouth, perfectly rounded now. "I want you more than I've ever wanted anything." He confesses, a low murmur and his golden eyes like a solar eclipse, his pupils growing and shading the sun.
"We can be close for as long as you want, whenever you want." He grants him easily, insisting on that 'want'. He'd give Xiao anything he wishes, he would give him all of himself, if Xiao wanted it. "There are ways to be even closer." He whispers and yet he doesn't act on it, because he is unsure: maybe Xiao would play along simply to please Zhongli himself, and not because it is something he desires himself.
Xiao doesn't have the furthest idea of what he does to him, how the weight shifting in Zhongli's lap threatens to make him crazy if he focuses properly on the position the other is moving in, how they're parted only by mere layers of silk and brocade and nothing more. The closest they've ever been. "Xiao..." He calls quietly, his deep voice turned into almost a purr, round and pleased. It's the first time he says his name out loud and he tastes it thoroughly.
He should explain to him what lie entails in a marriage, for himself and so if someone asks, they don't get the wrong idea of him. He should tell him it's dangerous, to have shifted on his lap like that, to sit astride him and lean up that way. But he can't find in himself the strength to pull back; his large hands cup his small, pretty face and Zhongli fills the distance, letting their lips touch, with no veil in-between.
He lands small, sweet little kisses, to have him get used to the feel of the display of affection, the noise short and wet and maybe even endearing in the almost completely dark room. Slowly, the kisses turn warmer, more lingering, tasting the other's lips with no rush and his head tilting from one side to the other. He pulls back only once their breathing has turned heavier.
"Part your lips." He instructs, voice sounding like a growl, more of the general than he's ever been today, fully expecting Xiao to obey. If he does, upon licking into his mouth Zhongli will almost groan. An arm wraps around his narrow waist and his opposite hand curls around his thigh again, tugging him even closer if possible, slotting their bodies together as he savours him deeply, long fingers squeezing into his taut muscles.