[ What's so long about November 2021 when Venti has wanted to do this for centuries? He expects something other than what he gets. There's many things one would not expect from the bard – yet here he was. Trying to compromise, seem logical and give Zhongli choice.
A precious choice that was as fair as it was intimate.
But, even he has his patience.
He plays coy, or simply, firm as a stone and doesn't dare kiss him first. Or even ask for it. Both hands comb up from his neck instead to squeeze his jawline, thumbs to the sharp bone. Venti huffs before he kisses him, winds making the bookcases rock from how deeply he goes for it. He feels pained, in a way, that he waited this long but it feels... right. To kiss him and hope he feels the same sparks coursing through him is all he could want right now.
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A precious choice that was as fair as it was intimate.
But, even he has his patience.
He plays coy, or simply, firm as a stone and doesn't dare kiss him first. Or even ask for it. Both hands comb up from his neck instead to squeeze his jawline, thumbs to the sharp bone. Venti huffs before he kisses him, winds making the bookcases rock from how deeply he goes for it. He feels pained, in a way, that he waited this long but it feels... right. To kiss him and hope he feels the same sparks coursing through him is all he could want right now.
He doesn't pull back – not until he has to. ]