[ He even tacks on a pleaaaaaaase. Both hands still remain, however as if daring to catch strings that may fall from Zhongli's fingers.
They never do, but Zhongli's fingers fall against his own. Knuckles nearly crack from how he curls against them absentmindedly for the briefest moment before pulling away. It's a good thing he can blame the corset for how his breath hitches in his throat. ]
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[ He even tacks on a pleaaaaaaase. Both hands still remain, however as if daring to catch strings that may fall from Zhongli's fingers.
They never do, but Zhongli's fingers fall against his own. Knuckles nearly crack from how he curls against them absentmindedly for the briefest moment before pulling away. It's a good thing he can blame the corset for how his breath hitches in his throat. ]
Tight.
[ Mumbled and low: ]
I'll tell you if you hurt me.