Zerxus couldn't say what he expected, but it sure wasn't this. The sound he makes is somewhere between a growl and a whimper stunned and yearning, and he stiffens for half a heartbeat before surrendering into the moment.
It's weak and it's selfish, but he plain doesn't have the strength to resist something like this: tenderness without manipulation, affection without cruelty, all in the wake of anger. It's dizzying in a way that has very little to do with blood loss, and for the moment he lets himself just sink into the sensation of it; shield-calloused fingers tangled in his, the taste of a mortal man who isn't afraid, the intimacy of two bodies utterly vulnerable side by side.
Adrift in those sensations he barely feels like himself at all, and it's a little bit like bliss. It's not quite enough to drown out the smug chuckle in the back of his head, but he ignores it anyway.
Of course, when the moment ends and he can speak again what he says is, "That was a horrible idea."
This is undermined just slightly by how breathless he sounds, and the fact that he hasn't drawn away even a little.
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It's weak and it's selfish, but he plain doesn't have the strength to resist something like this: tenderness without manipulation, affection without cruelty, all in the wake of anger. It's dizzying in a way that has very little to do with blood loss, and for the moment he lets himself just sink into the sensation of it; shield-calloused fingers tangled in his, the taste of a mortal man who isn't afraid, the intimacy of two bodies utterly vulnerable side by side.
Adrift in those sensations he barely feels like himself at all, and it's a little bit like bliss. It's not quite enough to drown out the smug chuckle in the back of his head, but he ignores it anyway.
Of course, when the moment ends and he can speak again what he says is, "That was a horrible idea."
This is undermined just slightly by how breathless he sounds, and the fact that he hasn't drawn away even a little.