[Playful and cheeky... that was all Zhao loved in this moment with Majima. The purposeful response was perfect as far as he was concerned. It produced a small chuckle from the Chinese man as he smirked back at the one-eyed man.
His eyes followed Majima's hand as it reached up towards his face and Zhao was perfectly still as the shades left his face. They were like an armor to him and removing them was a big deal. In this moment, however, he let it go. Of all the people that could get away with that action...Majima was one of only a bare few.
Zhao blinked eyes that were fully exposed, the softness around his gaze easy to spot without the sunglasses to hide behind. He gazed into Majima's eyes in anticipation, leaving words behind. Would he let the other take the reigns for the moment? Or should he resume? Majima had asked for more.
A moment stretched on for a lengthy time... then Zhao moved forward. He locked lips with Majima for the second time this evening and this time things were taken slowly. Every move deliberate and calculated, slow and sensual, tasting Majima for every inch's worth. His hand gripped tighter around Majima's hip as he pressed into the other man. They could take this further... could explore more... or they could take it slowly, carefully, and make this last.
Honestly, Zhao didn't care which path they took from here.]
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His eyes followed Majima's hand as it reached up towards his face and Zhao was perfectly still as the shades left his face. They were like an armor to him and removing them was a big deal. In this moment, however, he let it go. Of all the people that could get away with that action...Majima was one of only a bare few.
Zhao blinked eyes that were fully exposed, the softness around his gaze easy to spot without the sunglasses to hide behind. He gazed into Majima's eyes in anticipation, leaving words behind. Would he let the other take the reigns for the moment? Or should he resume? Majima had asked for more.
A moment stretched on for a lengthy time... then Zhao moved forward. He locked lips with Majima for the second time this evening and this time things were taken slowly. Every move deliberate and calculated, slow and sensual, tasting Majima for every inch's worth. His hand gripped tighter around Majima's hip as he pressed into the other man. They could take this further... could explore more... or they could take it slowly, carefully, and make this last.
Honestly, Zhao didn't care which path they took from here.]