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Zhongli couldn’t really tell just how much time had passed. Usually the ticks of the clock would accompany her, an almost comforting background noise as she read quietly by herself while Mister Ajax was away at work. Now the room was filled with a different kind of tick, coming from the keyboard keys of Mister Ajax’s laptop as his fingers danced through them in an almost practised ease.
Other than that, it was hard for her to pay attention, her head seemed to be fuzzy and filled by cotton, or clouds, shifting and drifting in and out as she tried to blink her eyes, feeling the dampness finally spill down her cheeks.
“How are you holding up, sweetheart?”
Fingers digging into his clothed back was all she could manage, followed by a soft whimper. Most of the time, she’d be too embarrassed to have such noises coming out of her mouth, but she felt like she was at her wit’s end, like a string breaking at its seams and only held dangling by just a few threads left.
“I know, I know darling,” Mister Ajax’s voice vibrated from his chest, pressed against her own, deep and resonating against her ribs. It bounced against the chamber of her bones, before settling down neatly in her gut, warming it like no other. “Just.. 18 more seconds. You’re doing so well, my love.”
A kiss was pressed against her temple, and she buried her face against his broad shoulder, thighs squeezing against his hips. She never felt so full in her life.
Mister Ajax shifted his hips, and in turn she squeezed tighter, nails digging into his back a little deeper. She was going insane.
She had read once that time truly was relative. Sometimes an hour could feel like a second, or perhaps a second could feel like an hour, or a lifetime could go by in mere seconds.
This was the longest 17 seconds she had ever felt in her life.
She opened her mouth to inhale, which sounded more like a quiet and watery sob, and Mister Ajax’s shirt now damp with tears. Mister Ajax’s shirt she had been wearing rode up a little higher over her thighs, and the chill from the air made goosebumps appear on them.
“You’re doing so good, so good for me. Now it’s just… 14 seconds left, how about we count down together, hm?” The clicking sound had stopped momentarily, as she felt Mister Ajax’s hand on her back, and even that felt too much. Her nerves felt like they were cut freshly opened, sparking and exposed and amplifying everything to a maximum. His hand began to drift up and down in a soothing manner, and all Zhongli could do was cry.
“Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”
It took her more than a second to answer, trying to answer when her tongue felt like it was both too big and too small for her to form words. But Mister Ajax was patient, he always had been with her, as the seconds went by. In the end, she managed a nod.
“Good, good. That took you 4 seconds to answer, so now we’ll start from 10, hm? There’s a good girl. Come on now.”
Mister Ajax’s hand settled on her lower back, before it went to her hip and held it down when she unconsciously started to squirm. She didn’t know if it made things better or worse.
Talking was hard, when she could basically feel him in her lungs, which shouldn’t be anatomically possible, but she felt so… for a lack of better word, and in a rather crast manner, stuffed.
“T-ten..” she managed quietly, distantly hearing a few more clicks from the keyboard, each one sounding a little more distant with each other now that Mister Ajax was just typing with one hand.
“Nine,” Mister Ajax continued, his hips shifting once more, and she made a noise close to a squeal, her fingers now scrambling at his back, nails scratching and trying to find some kind of purchase. She didn’t know whether this was a form or torture or relief.
“N-Nnn…” She whimpered, chasing down that delectable feeling of relief with the move of her own hips, to no avail. Mister Ajax can hold her down so easily.
“Use your words, sweetheart,” Mister Ajax cooed, and over the now loud pumping of blood in her ears, she could hear that the clicking noises had stopped, and the sound of the laptop closing shut. Now both his hands were on her, the one not on her hip stroking her back again, before it slowly slid lower. “Go on.”
“Nin-eight..” she said, her mouth stumbling and stuttering as she tried to form words, head hazy.
Mister Ajax’s hand stopped just below her shoulder, before his thumb wedged itself between their bodies, now nestled against her chest. “Seven.”
“S-si-hnn..” She cut herself off when his thumb caught on her nipple, slowly moving the calloused finger just around it. He knew it was sensitive. And with the huff of air that hit her temple, she knew he was teasing her.
“Six..!” Just as she found her voice again, his thumb finally moved to press gently against the sensitive peak of her chest, almost lazily rolling it against his thumb.
“Five.”
In the back of her mind, she wondered whether Mister Ajax’s patients with her were born from kindness, or perhaps born from the thrill of watching her squirm.
After a moment to compose herself, swallowing to ease her dry throat, she opened her mouth again to continue. At that moment, Mister Ajax’s hand slid lower, abandoning her chest for now. His hand was big enough that his thumb could easily reach the middle of her stomach, just above her belly button.
“F-fo– aah!!”
She cried out when his thumb slid lower, easily finding that little portrution below her bellybutton, giving it a light push. Mister Ajax’s pants had been wet for some time now, it even turned slightly damp after what felt like hours, but now it felt wet yet again, as more liquid seemed to gush out from her.
“What was that?”
“Fo-four!” She quickly finished, just before Mister Ajax nudged the dull surface pushing against her stomach, and she could feel him groan against her chest.
Mister Ajax could be so kind, but right now he was a cruel, cruel man.
Zhongli could feel her body shaking. “Please, Mister Ajax, I-I–”
“Just a little longer, sweetheart. You’re doing so well. We’re almost done, see? Come on,” there was a light strain in his words now, a rope lightly tugged from one end. “Three.”
Mister Ajax moved once more, and she could feel the bulge on her stomach pressing more against his thumb, and Zhongli could feel that she was losing herself, and her anchor being Mister Ajax’s now ruined shirt and scratched back.
“T-two..”
Mister Ajax’s thumb began moving again, giving her some mercy, before it slid even lower, and the hand on her hip suddenly held it a little tighter, and was now lifting her up just slightly. Zhongli didn’t even have the chance to react.
“One.”
Mister Ajax’s thumb found the bundle of nerves nestled above her most sensitive area, and pushed her down as his hips lifted up to give a small, but shattering thrust.
Zhongli didn’t stand a chance.
With a muffled scream to his shoulder, she could feel herself reaching climax for the nth time, feeling a cascade of her completion drenching Mister Ajax’s pants and his sofa in the process. Her legs trembled and tried to move, her body squirming and oversensitive. Everything felt too much. But she clung to him, even when her nerves felt like it was rubbed raw, she needed to feel him against her, needed to burrow herself deeper against him in an odd but absolute contradiction.
“Oh you did so well,” She felt Mister Ajax’s arms around her, quickly gathering her in his arms, cooing and peppering her shoulder, her cheek, her temple, anywhere he could reach with butterfly kisses. “My Zhongli, you’re amazing. Absolute perfection. No one else could be more perfect.”
She unintentionally clenched against him, feeling the residual heat in her lick her from inside. Mister Ajax chuckled, and his hand found her cheek, which she nuzzled weekly against.
Mister Ajax lightly pushed her head away from his shoulder, and she would have made a noise of protest if she had any energy left.
“ Зайчик, you’re amazing. So good for me. My beloved.”
Her half lidded eyes found his eyes, and she saw nothing but love and fondness in the sea of clouded blue. His face was flushed, and she could see the beads of sweat sliding down his cheek. But she was so… tired was not the right word, but her limbs felt heavy, and she was content to stay this way in his arms, with him still inside of her.
One of his hands went to rub her legs, which had stayed in the same position for so long that it felt numb, and she couldn't help but sigh in relief.
“Let’s get you to bed, shall we? You must be tired.” With ease, Mister Ajax had her lifted up, hands holding on to her legs so it would stay wrapped up around his hips, and carried her to the bedroom. With him still inside of her, it jostled her overstimulated insides once more, and every few steps she would whine and whimper, now feeling her spent dripping down to the tiled floor.
Mister Ajax made another huff of laughter. “Insatiable little thing, are you?”
She would have tried to protest once more, if she didn’t feel so comfortable.
It took a little bit to reach the bedroom –Mister Ajax’s apartment was quite large–, and Zhongli had already started to drift off when she felt her back was already settled on the plush sheets.
“There you are, sweetheart. I lost you for a moment there.” Mister Ajax smiled, his hand back on her cheek and rubbing just below her eye, where tear tracks were surely still visible.
Just as he began to pull away, Zhongli found the strength to curl her leg around his hips once more, making him pause. There was a clear sense of surprise coming from him.
“Sweetheart?”
“You.. mm.. You haven’t…” Her gaze went down to her stomach, where she could still see a visible bulge below her belly button.
“I can take care of that on my own, зайчик,” Mister Ajax grinned, giving her a kiss on her temple. “I can easily get myself off for days just with the memory of you alone tonight.”
Zhongli felt the heat that cooled off on her cheeks come back, and she licked her lips. They had talked about this, once, when Mister Ajax had brought up the subject. She knew it was to tease her, to see her red and squirm in her seat, but it was a thought she was not opposed to.
“It’s okay if you.. If you do it, even when I’m..”
Mister Ajax caught on soon enough, and his eyes widened. She could feel him twitch inside of her, and her breath hitched.
“Are you.. Sure, sweetheart? I know we’ve talked about this, but–”
“Yes, I am sure,” she urged, already pulling him closer even when her eyes kept getting heavier and heavier. He was so big.. He could easily cover her whole body with his.
“Please help yourself.”
Mister Ajax’s adam apple bobbed, and just before she closed her eyes, she saw him smile, and the last thing she heard before she succumbed to sleep was a soft,
“You’re perfect, my love.”
-x-
“Will you be alright alone, Зайчик? I know I promised I’d spend the whole day with you.”
Zhongli opened her eyes, seeing the steam rise from the water around them. There were flower petals floating lazily around her, and with one slight movement from her arm it floated away with the ripples.
She lifted one arm, rubbing the now fragrant water against her skin with her other hand. Mister Ajax’s hand easily cradled the lifted hand in one of his, rubbing his thumb at the back of it.
“There is nothing to worry about, Mister Ajax. I am aware of the urgency of the situation, and that your presence is needed elsewhere,” she slotted her fingers in between his, and he gently curled his fingers around her hand, almost engulfing them. “Though I wish we could spend this morning together, this is enough for me.”
There’s a rumble coming from behind her, the source being his chest pressed to her back. He was chuckling. “You’re too good for me. And didn’t I say to drop the ‘mister’?” Mister Ajax pulled her hand towards himself, lifting their linked hands closer to his mouth before pressing a kiss to the back of hers. “It will not take long, that I could promise you as well. I’ll race against time itself to be back by your side.”
Zhongli couldn’t help but blink, and a huff of amusement came out of her. “Mister Ajax, that is impossible.”
“Anything is possible for me when it comes to you,” he pressed a kiss to her shoulder, his arm around her waist tightening just a tiny bit. “Like making you drop the ‘mister’ when you call me. It makes me feel old, ya’ know? I’m still so young at heart!”
Zhongli chuckled, before turning her upper body around so she could see his handsome face better. His beard was growing, most likely because he had been working from home for a few days. “You are a ridiculous man, Ajax.” She then paused, lips pursed. “It will.. Take time to get used to it. It feels rather rude to just say your name.”
Mister Ajax grinned, and there was a suggestive sort of tilt of his eyebrow as one of them lifted up. “Doesn’t seem that way when you were calling out my name everytime I fu–”
Before he could finish that sentence, Zhongli immediately splashed him with water instinctively, her face flushing for reasons other than the temperature of the water. Mister Ajax’s response was just another jovial laugh.
Thankfully, he also managed to not let his hands stray… as much. It had tried to move either up to her chest, or to the nestle in between her thighs, but a light slap to the back of his hand had stopped him. It would do him no good to be late.
Mister Ajax had pouted, or.. As much as a man such as himself can pout. It made him look youthful, surprisingly, and Zhongli had the urge to pinch his cheeks a little.
Covering herself with one of the fluffy towels after draining the bathtub, she was sitting on the edge of the tub while draining the water when there was a low ‘ow’ coming from Mister Ajax.
She turned her head to see him in front of the mirror, a razor in one hand and shaving cream already applied to the lower half of his face.
“Ah, that was clumsy of me,” Mister Ajax looked sheepish beneath the fluffy foam. “I’ve been doing this for years and I still manage to prick myself sometimes.”
“Oh, please hand me the razor. I may do it for you, if you would like,” she piped up as she walked closer. He had an electric one just at the edge of the countertop, but he never seemed to use it, as he favoured the old fashioned razor more often. “I shall be quick about it.”
“Well, how can I say no to such a thoughtful offer?” Mister Ajax answered, a little too quickly, walking to the toilet and closing it so he could sit on it. He spread his legs so she could fit in between them, taking the razor from his hand. “I’m counting on you, sweetheart.”
Zhongli nodded, eyes determined. “I shall do my best.”
She never did this, per say, but Mister Ajax’s faith in her had pushed away the hesitation she would’ve felt. Her only knowledge of shaving someone’s face was purely from watching him, or perhaps the occasional movie scenes she had watched, but it shouldn’t be too hard.
Gently putting her hand on his cheek, the foam now spreading further and on her hand as well, she carefully began to slide the razor down one side of his face, being mindful as to not push too hard against Mister Ajax’s face.
It… felt smoother than she thought. She imagined a little resistance from how thick the beard was, but it cut off without any hitch. The razor must be sharper than she thought..
Now much more sure of herself, she did quick work with one side of his face, Mister Ajax’s hands a steadying grip on her hips, with his eyes closed and head tilted back for better access. He looked very content, it was a look she had the privilege of seeing from time to time.
‘I want to kiss him,’ she suddenly thought, but refrained from doing so unless she wanted a mouth full of shaving cream.
At some point in time, when she was concentrating on working her way down his chin, she missed the feeling of Mister Ajax’s hand sliding a little further, before there was a palm on her behind, and a finger sliding its way further in between them.
She made a surprised noise, not far from a squawk, and accidentally moved her hand in a way that nicked Mister Ajax’s chin with the razor.
“Ow!”
“Mister Ajax, please refrain from distracting the person holding a very sharp razor, ” she huffed, face red. Her hand reached around and grabbed his, before putting them back on her hip. “The next time it might not be your chin, please be more mindful.”
“Aaaw, but you know I just can’t keep my hand still when it comes to you,” he.. whined, or something close to it, but his hands strayed no further, though his fingers did wiggle on her hips. “I’d risk getting cut if I get to touch you some more.”
“Please don’t say such a ridiculous thing,” she reached over to grab a tissue, cutting a small piece to apply pressure on the small cut.
“But it’s true. Your skin is absolutely exquisite, it’s hard not to touch it,” he leaned closer, his hands also pulling her in until she had to put a knee on the toilet. “What a dangerously addicting feeling.”
There was a familiar heat in Mister Ajax’s eyes and words, and if she didn’t reach fast, she knew he would put off going to work and stay here with her. A small, selfish part of her rejoiced at the thought, but her morals did not allow that to slide.
She grabbed his chin, and quickly turned his head to the side, much to his surprise.
“I will be finishing this side,” she said as she made work with the foamy cheek. “Please do not distract me anymore.”
She heard him sigh, but he had obliged, though his grip on her hips didn’t lessened. It seemed they had come to a compromise.
Making quick work with this side of his face, it didn’t take long for her to finish, and she pulled away the razor with a smile, satisfied with her work.
“All done,” she smoothed her thumb on his cheek, now absent of any hair. She tilted her head to study his face, with no beard to hide his sharp jaw and chin. He looked the same, but.. different.
She had never seen him with his face this bare, usually he would have a little hair on his face. It was.. fascinating, and she could easily imagine how he would have looked in his younger days if it were not for the lines on his face.
“You’re staring, sweetheart. Am I really that handsome clean shaven?”
“Ah, no, that’s not it,” she murmured, smoothing her thumb down his chin. Mister Ajax looked flabbergasted at her supposedly denial. “It’s just.. you look quite young without it.”
Mister Ajax then schooled his expression, then nuzzled into her hand, before leaning forward to put his chin in between her breasts. There was a mischievous look on his face.
“What’s this? Does my Zhongli like younger men, then?”
At that, she quickly shook her head, eyes widened and face warming up. How did— how did he get to that conclusion??
“No, that’s not— please don’t put words in my mouth.”
“It’s because you’ve never stared at me like this before,” Mister Ajax sighed with a mock disappointment, before he grinned once more. “But if it’s what my Zhongli likes, then I’m up for it. Shall I call you ‘ jiejie’ then? ‘ Oh, jiejie, I’m just a poor, reckless young man in need of guidance, if only there was an older woman figure that could—“
Zhongli had tried wriggling her way out of his grasp, and when that was to no avail, she quickly went for the fastest tactic to make him stop talking; leaning down and crashing her lips onto his.
She only pulled away after a few seconds, when she was sure he would not try to continue, and she was rewarded with a smile. He still tasted like shaving cream.
“If that’s how you get me to shut up, perhaps I’ll just rile you up more often?” Mister Ajax hummed, “how about it, jiejie?”
At this point, Zhongli just wriggled out of her towel and out of his grasp, feeling the heat on her face spreading to the tips of her ear as she made her way to the bedroom, with Mister Ajax laughing and following suit.
They got dressed without a hitch, and Zhongli straightened Mister Ajax’s tie when it looked crooked.
“It’s really cruel that they make me come in when it’s supposed to be my day off, but if I get to see you practice being my wife like this, maybe it’s not so bad after all.”
It shouldn’t surprise Zhongli that Mister Ajax would allude to.. marriage. He was at that age, perhaps a little over the age, but marriage would definitely be something he wished some time soon. And Zhongli couldn’t say she’d mind. Mister Ajax was everything a woman could look for in a husband.
But still, it did make her feel a little flustered.
“Have a nice day, Mister Ajax.”
He smiled down at her, his hands moving to cup her face in between his, eyes fond. “I’ll be back in a few hours, I promise.” Then he leaned down to give her a sweet, chaste kiss. “Be a good girl, okay?”
Only after Mister Ajax had left did she realise she now had nothing planned to do for the day.
Since initially she thought they’d be spending time together, she didn’t bother to plan ahead for the day. Usually, she liked to go about in a planned routine, though that did change when she met Mister Ajax.
“I didn’t bring the book I was currently reading..” she said out loud, now pondering on what she can do until Mister Ajax would be back.
Mister Ajax wasn’t that big of a reader, so there weren’t a lot of books in his apartment. And the ones that were here were mostly hers, left behind to decorate his otherwise empty shelves and in instances when she had the urge to reread them again.
Oh!
She then went over to the bedroom where her bags were, and rummaged around for one of the textbooks that she had in her bag. Mister Ajax picked her up just after class, so she did have some books she could read. It’d be good to go ahead and catch up on some reading materials.
And with that, she went back over to the couch, curled her legs up under her, and opened the book.
“Sir?”
Ajax blinked a few times, suddenly remembering that he wasn’t alone. “Hm? Oh, yeah, sure, just put them through.”
“I was informing you that the meeting will start soon,” Ekaterina said from the other side of his desk, one eyebrow raised. “Though you seem quite.. distracted.”
“Of course I am, it’s supposed to be my day off,” he grumbled, rubbing at his temples. “I promised Zhongli that we'd spend the whole day together. You know how busy I’ve been this week.”
“I apologise,” she replied, and at least she tried to sound like she really was. “But this meeting is important, you know how prickly the board members could be. The sooner we are done with this, the sooner you get to Miss Zhongli.”
Ajax had an inkling feeling that was her way of bribing him to actually work.
He sighed, and stood up from his chair.
“Right, let’s get this over with.”
In all honesty, Ajax really tried to stay focused on the meeting, but all he could think about was Zhongli and what she might be doing right about now.
Oh.. poor, sweet Zhongli, it broke his heart knowing she was all alone in his apartment with no one to accompany her.
(He knew she was more than capable and fine being on her own, he was probably projecting.)
What would she be doing now? Curled up on the sofa with a book, TV on as a background noise? She was wearing one of his shirts this morning, and it looked more like a dress on her. Was she wearing anything underneath? He couldn’t remember if she put on any underwear. She wasn’t wearing a bra, that’s for sure, since he could see her nipples pressing against the shirt. He wondered what it would feel like to press his tongue there over the shirt and—
“Ahem, Mister Tartaglia.”
Ajax pulled his thoughts away from straying any further into that direction. As much authority he had here, it would still be indecent and immature of him to… get his pants in a twist.
“I agree with your proposal,” he quickly recovered, glad that he at least caught a little bit before zoning out. “Please, continue.”
It took a couple more hours than he had expected, but the second the meeting was up, and the board members left the room, he gathered up his things and made a beeline towards the elevator, passing Ekaterina at her table.
“Have a nice day, sir,” she said as he passed by. “Say hello to Miss Zhongli for me.”
“Will do, have a good day, Ekaterina.”
The elevator couldn’t reach the basement sooner.
It was a miracle itself that Ajax didn’t go through any red lights, but he did go over the speed limit a few times.
It was only the afternoon, if he could get home quickly, he could still spend the rest of the day with Zhongli. He was planning on taking her out today, and taking her to that antique shop she liked so much, or get to one of those jewellery shops so he could listen to her wax about what and where the stone came from, her eyes wide and shining rivalling the stones put on display there. Maybe they could still go, even if they’d have more limited time than expected, but Ajax was nothing but resourceful, he’s sure he’ll think of something along the way.
After parking his car in his designated spot, he tried not to jog over to the elevator, since there were security guards greeting him. What kind of man they’d think he was rushing to the elevator like an over excited school boy coming home to their favourite TV show? He had to keep some kind of dignity..
The perks of being an adult, he supposed.
He did finally tap his feet as the elevator ascended, and this was the first time he cursed choosing the penthouse for his apartment, since it would take at least a minute to get up there.
No– calm down, Ajax, there was no rush. Today would be a day where you’d get to leisurely spend your day with your sweetheart, one minute shouldn’t be too long of a wait, should it?
He proved himself wrong when he finally let himself power walk to the door, pressing his thumb to the fingerprint lock, and only finally relaxing when he heard the lock open with a muted ‘click’.
“Zhongli?” He called once he was inside, letting the door close behind him. “Darling, I’m home. I’m sorry that it took longer than expected.”
No answer. Odd, usually Zhongli would be quick to greet him once she’d hear the door unlock.
Her shoes were still here.. So she didn’t go out. Was she in the bedroom?
Taking off his shoes and coat, he put down his bag on the counter and walked deeper into the apartment, only stopping when he heard rustling coming from the couch.
Ah.
He walked over to it and put his hand on the back of the couch as he peered down at his peacefully sleeping sweetheart, long, soft legs stretched out along the cushion and her hands folded against the book on her chest. ‘Rex Incognite: Volume 2?’ It must be for one of her classes.
“You were supposed to relax today sweetheart, not study,” he chuckled, brushing the hair out of her face. She mumbled something in her sleep, and unconsciously tilted her head against his finger. It made him smile a little wider.
Walking around the couch, he gently pried the book out of her hands, setting it down on the coffee table and crouched down next to her, now brushing her cheek with the back of her finger.
Archons, she’s beautiful. Ajax had seen all sorts of beautiful people in his life, but Zhongli really was unlike any other. Her eyelashes fanning over her cheekbones, smooth and unblemished skin, her supple, pink lips forming a small ‘o’ as she slept.. It was a shame that her eyes were closed, he would love to inspect her gold molten eyes in detail. She looked like a declaration of love made by the Archons.
His finger now strayed on its own, seeming to know him more than he did, because the next thing he knew, he had her thumb on her bottom lip, gently caressing the pliable flesh and gently pressing down on it. Zhongli was none the wiser, only making a small noise at the back of her throat.
This was dangerous.
Ajax always liked playing dangerously.
Gingerly, he pushed his thumb into her mouth, mindful not to wake her, and almost groaned at how warm it felt. He could imagine feeling it around himself, the almost clumsy movement of her tongue against him as she tried to swallow, spit running down her chin. She’d clutch at his thighs, wet eyes looking up at him through clumped lashes, golden eyes turned to a dark amber.
He pushed his thumb a little deeper, just until he could press on her tongue. To his surprise, Zhongli began to softly suck on it.
Fuck.
“What are you dreaming about, Зайчик?” He pressed his thumb with a little more force on her tongue, to which she made muffled noise in response, giving his thumb another suck. “I hope that I’m a part of it.”
Pulling his thumb away from her mouth, he loosened his tie, unbuttoning the few top buttons as he stood up.
Perhaps they won’t be going out today after all.
He ran his hand slowly up her legs, stopping at her thighs. She was so small compared to him.. it’s so easy for his palm to almost wrap around her thigh. His fingers could almost touch each other.
Curious, he gently spread them apart, easily spotting the purpling bruise on the inside of her thigh.
Satisfied with his finding, he brushed his thumb against the spot, feeling the goosebumps raise against his hand, before moving up a little further.
What he found made him smile.
“No underwear? Naughty girl,” he chuckled, now situating himself on the couch between her legs. “Did you want me to find you like this? So bold, sweetheart.”
The only answer he got was a soft mumble, her head now dropping to the side.
“Well, since you presented me with such a thoughtful gift, it would be wrong for me to decline, hm?” Now both his hands ran up her legs, up her thighs, bringing the ends of the shirt up with him. Truly, it was the best gift anyone has ever presented to him.
“Ah, but it won’t be fun to go straight to the main course, now would it? I think we should go for the appetisers first,” he rose to his knees, now hovering above her and settling one hand beside her head. “You are meant to be savoured, my love.”
Seeing her sleep peacefully made his mind travel to the few nights before, where Ajax fucked her through her sleep. She had been so soft, so pliant, so trusting. No one had shown him complete and utter vulnerability. It made his blood boil in a way he hasn’t felt in a long time.
“Let’s start here, shall we?” He leaned down and sealed his mouth on hers, his tongue easily making its way into hers. She tasted like fruits and tea, something she must’ve ate after he went away. Tea and fruit on its own never had any appeal to him, but when it was on her, it tasted absolutely delicious.
He slowly coaxed her tongue to move with his own, and it moved on reflex, her lips moving against his in muscle memory. Or was she dreaming? They were both pleasant, either way.
He sucked her tongue when it finally moved closer to his mouth, and she groaned, her eyebrows now slightly furrowed and a light flush beginning to form on her face. She was so receptive, even in her sleep.
When he sensed that she probably needed air, he finally pulled away, one lone string of saliva connecting them. Zhongli’s breathing began to grow heavy, but she was still asleep, clueless to the world around her. He could feel his pants growing more and more uncomfortable.
“The things you do to me, my heart,” he sighed, kissing down her neck. “And you don’t even try.”
He began to a suck a new mark on her already bruised neck, another brand for her to brandish. It was childish of him, and perhaps a little petty, but he always loved putting marks on Zhongli where everyone could see, much to her chagrin. It was a claim, and a warning sign to other men who dared to even glance her way.
He put his hand on her waist, slowly travelling up to her soft breast. She’s considerably smaller than him, yes, but her tit fit perfectly in his palm. They were always proportionally bigger than the rest of her body, which was why it was perfect for him to play with.
He gave an experimental squeeze, and when he only got another soft noise from her, he began brushing his thumb on her nipple, feeling it grow harder under his finger and her shirt.
“Mmh,” her leg began to twitch, eyebrows now more knitted, and her mouth opened a little wider to gasp as he pressed down on the now pebbled tip, then moving his thumb around with it slowly.
“You’ve always been sensitive here,” he mumbled, licking his lips. “It’s like you’re begging me to play with it. Is that what you want, sweetheart?”
Now he used both his pointer finger and thumb to lightly pinch at it, and Zhongli made a whining noise at the back of her throat.
“So needy,” he chuckled, giving it a few light tugs, before he moved further down her body and sealed his mouth over it.
“A-ah..”
There was something much more erotic while doing this in her sleep. The way she had no knowledge of what’s happening, on what would happen next, completely trusting her body to him. How would she react when she woke up with his mouth on her? Or when he fucked her awake? The dreamy, almost hazy gaze turning focused before they rolled back in her head as he fucked in to her deeper and deeper. Won’t it be such a pleasant way to wake up?
Sucking a little harder now, he watched as Zhongli’s back went up to a little arch, her fingers now digging into the cushions. Smiling, he used his other hand to play with her other nipple, not wanting it to feel abandoned. It wasn’t long before it grew harder as well, the friction from the shirt along with his fingers making it much more sensitive. She should have worn one of his sweaters, it would feel much exquisite on her bare breasts.
“If I suck harder, will milk come out?” He chuckled, the tip of his tongue now moving in circles around her sensitive nub, flicking them a few times with his tongue. “Perhaps one day we can find out, shall we?”
He wasn’t sure how long he played with her sensitive nubs, twirling his tongue around them and twisting them gently between his fingers, but he didn’t stop until her shirt had turned translucent with his spit, and he could see how red her nipples had gotten. Zhongli had moaned and mewled, her legs twitching and toes curled into the cushion. The flush on her face had traveled all the way down her neck.
“What a sight you make, Zhongli.” He praised, before slowly pulling the shirt up and over her chest, now bunched up against her underarms. Her nipples were indeed red, glistening against the light. He lightly blew air against it, and he watched in delight as her skin trembled.
Giving her nipple one last suck, with Zhongli’s voice growing louder at the direct contact, he kissed his way down her stomach, dipping his tongue in her bellybutton for a moment, before stopping just before his main course.
.. Archons.
“You’re dripping already, darling,” he groaned, and he couldn’t help but ground his hips down against the sofa, his hardening cock needing friction at the sight of her pink lips, now glistening as slick run down on them, making a steady stream down to the couch’s cushion.
Like some old pervert, Ajax was tempted not to wash it, but he knew Zhongli wouldn’t let him.
“And just from having your nipples played with,” he settled on his front, one of Zhongli’s legs perched over his shoulder while the other dangled off the couch. His hot breath hit her clit, making her clench and pushing more slick out. Fuck.
Zhongli’s legs shifted, or it tried to, when it looked like she wanted to either close her legs or turn her body, but his shoulders between her legs prevented it. She made a noise of protest, which turned into a keening noise when Ajax did an experimental lick up her pussy.
“Mmgh!” She gasped, her thigh already pushing against his ear.
“You’re so helpless, my love. What if some intruder came in instead and saw you like this? They would have taken the chance if they could,” he ran his tongue up between her lips again, gathering her slick in his tongue as he went. He groaned lowly at her taste, clenching his jaw to reign himself in and not immediately ram his cock inside of her. “And you don’t even put up a fight, I should be worried about leaving you alone while you sleep.”
“M-mmh.. mister.. Ajax…”
Ajax quickly raised his head from between her legs, expecting bright golden eyes looking back at him, but instead they were still hidden behind those eyelids. There were beads of sweat forming on her temple, a few of them running down her neck.
Well, at least she was dreaming about him.
“So you are dreaming about me, darling. I'm very happy.” Because if she wasn’t, well.. he’ll just have to make it so she’ll dream of him every night.
He took his place back between her legs, his hands gripping her thighs to keep them in place, before he ran his tongue between her lips once more, alternating from long, straight laps or short, kittenish lick, alongside of a short thrusting motion into her. She was so relaxed, so open, it wouldn’t be too hard to thrust three fingers into her. It wasn’t long before her back arch and legs shook, moving on their accords to squeeze against his head or kick on his back. There was a steady stream of sweet sounds coming from above him, sometimes interlaced with a sob. It was so cute.
Then he moved his tongue to her clit, gently circling it with his tongue, before pulling it into his mouth and giving it a gentle, but firm suck.
Her legs had stiffened, and with one more suck her leg kicked against his back once more and her back arched just beautifully, like a work of art, and he felt the splash of her release on his face, running down his mouth and chin. He greedily lapped them all up, drinking them like they were nectars of the Gods.
Her back fell back against the couch with a muted ‘thump’ her body trembling all over. But miraculously, she showed no sign of waking up. Perhaps she had this kind of dream before?
“Your body knows my touches so well, Zhongli,” he hummed, his tongue still moving against her, before licking into her. Her pussy felt loose, much loose than if she were awake, and he groaned at the thought of feeling it around his cock once more.
Growing impatient, he quickly sat up, one hand undoing his pants while the other one went to her pussy. He gathered her slick on his fingers, the copious amount enough to thoroughly coat all three of his fingers, before he gently slid them in, with no resistance.
That alone almost made him cum, were he a younger, more inexperienced man.
“Ha,” he breathed out, feeling his veins almost pop in his neck from strain as he watched his fingers easily go in and out of her. “Look at you, opening up so easily for me. It’s like your pussy was made for me to fill.”
He made quick work of unzipping and pulling his cock out, his belt clinking as he stroked his growing need almost impatiently.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ve got you,” he mumbled, thrusting his fingers a few times before pulling them out.
He manoeuvred Zhongli so her lower body was practically on his lap, his cock leisurely sliding in between her wet folds. He gritted his teeth, hands on her hips as he moved his own to relieve some tension.
Sliding his hard cock between her pussy lips just emphasized how big he was compared to her, and everytime he slid up, he could see just where his dick could go once it’s inside of her.
It was when the tip of his cock finally kissed her cunt when there was a small, confused noise coming from above.
Ajax looked up to see Zhongli’s eyes now open, still half lidded and heavy with sleep as she tried to make sense of her surroundings.
Her eyes scanned the room, before it went down to see him, the sensation of her body finally hitting her now conscious mind, and it made her eyes widen.
“M-Mister Ajax?”
Ajax smiled. “Good morning, sweetheart,” before he pushed his entire cock in one, strong, almost brutal thrust. He was hoping she’d wake up in the middle of him fucking her, but this was fine too.
Zhongli screamed, and he was now glad he chose the penthouse.
“Wha-? Wuh—?? H-how-?” She babbled, eyes wide and unfocused, her hands scrambling everywhere before it settled on his hands on her hips.
“You were sleeping so peacefully, darling,” he answered as he moved his hips to pull out, before thrusting back into the blissful, blissful warmth. It made Zhongli wail. “I wanted you to have a pleasant dream.”
Ajax let go of her hip, one hand still on them, while the other one went to her belly, right below her stomach, before he pulled out and thrust back in, making sure to thrust up and push down on her belly at the same time.
It made her shriek, and she felt her clamp around him in a way that almost drove him crazy.
“Did you have a good dream, my love?”
“Ah- ah- please— I-I can’t—“ she gasped, her breathing now consisting of short intakes of breath and hiccups.
Ajax tutted, and he repeated his motion, thrusting up while pushing down on her stomach. “Use your words, Zhongli.”
Of course, his sweetheart was smart, and obedient, oh so very obedient, but sometimes even she had a hard time following instruction, when her only response was a choked off shout.
But that’s okay, that’s why Ajax loved her. She had her flaws, and they were just as delightful as any side of her.
Not wasting anymore time, he pulled one of leg up and over her shoulder, thrusting in a hard, but slow pace. He knew it drove her insane, if the arch of her back and the scratches on his arms meant anything, and when the tip of his cock grinded against her womb, it sent her into a frenzy.
“Aja-! Ajax!!” She sobbed, now clawing at his chest. “Mmgh! Ah! Pleasepleasepleasetoomuchtoomuchtoomuch—!”
“You can— take it, I know you can,” he could feel he was about to reach his limit too, at this rate. It shouldn’t take long until she’d cum again. “You’ve always been good for me, sweetheart.”
His hand slid down her hip, his thumb finding her clit. Her leg kicked at his back once more when it did, and he chuckled.
“So much— energy already after you woke up. I’m sure you’re up— hmgh— for a few more rounds.” At the sight of her shocked, pleading eyes, he couldn’t help but want to bully her a little. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart? How about— today,” he groaned after one particular thrust, feeling her squeeze him oh so deliciously, “we spend it inside while I breed you, hm? Fill you— up with my cum until it flows out your pussy, run down your leg,” he pulled all the way out, leaving only the tip in, before he thrust back in, the tip of his cock ramming against her womb once more. She’s clutching and clawing at anything she could reach now, leaving red marks down his arms and chest. “Make sure you’re thoroughly bred and full until you are with my child? No— worries about classes anymore, I can easily take care of you and our child.”
At this point, even the prospect was making him feel more hot and dizzy, and his thrust began to lose its rhythm as he tried to force his way into her womb. Yes, this was what she was made for, why the Gods led her to him. It was to fill her full with cum and heavy with a child.
Zhongli had lost her words at some point, now responding with incoherent words and noises that would fill his head in days to come, head tilted back and tits bouncing along with his thrusts.
Archons. What a sight she made.
She had cummed again at some point, making it dribble down his cock and spoiling the couch even more, and her body grew limp, though her legs still kicked and clenched on him. It was euphoric, when she was reduced to this.
“Ajax.. Ajax..”
“I’m here, sweetheart, I’m here,” he kissed her shoulder, now practically folding her in half as her feet twitched in the air. “Just a little bit longer.”
Her arms came up to wrap around his neck, holding on with the last bit of energy she had left.
With one final thrust, he made sure his cock was pressed against her womb as he cum, the feeling of his seeds filling her making her whimper, along with an aborted movement of her hips in reflex. He groaned against her ear, an animalistic instinct inside of him preening at the knowledge that he had made sure to make her take all that he had released.
He moved himself slightly lower so he could rest his head against her breasts, still snuggly fitted inside of her as he laid down, the sound of their pants and sweat slicked body moving filling the air.
It took a few more moments for him to gather his composure back, licking his dry lips. “I’m sorry, Зайчик. Was that too much? It— seems I lost a little bit of control there.”
He heard Zhongli take a deep breath, the sound of her quick heartbeat pressed against his cheek.
“I.. I enjoyed it..” she mumbled, quiet and almost shy. “I have.. never seen you lose composure before, so..”
He could feel his cock twitching once more in interest, and Zhongli yelped.
“P-please have mercy, Mister Ajax, I-I’m still not..”
“Yes, yes, of course, I’m sorry, darling. You’re just so cute, I can’t resist you.” He chuckled, kissing her between her breasts. He thanked his past self for always going to the gym, since now he still had a healthy stamina. He felt Zhongli’s hands brushing through his hair.
He had closed his eyes at some point, enjoying the feel of her hand in his hair, and maybe after a few more minutes of rest, he could easily go again.
“Mister Ajax?”
“I told you it’s just ‘Ajax’, didn’t I?”
“Did you mean what you said earlier?”
This made him perk up, and he raised his head slightly to look at her.
He wasn’t sure which part she was referring to, and he meant all his words, but the palpable flush growing on her face once more clued him in.
“That I’m planning to keep you inside and breed you all day?”
She didn’t respond verbally, but she did clench around his cock again.
Ha!
Insatiable little thing.
“Why, of course, darling.” He began to sit up once more, hands on her hips. “I’m always a man of my words.”