( idiot bard. absurd. unbelievable. it doesn’t make sense that of all the immortals out there, he had to grow attached to this one.
zhongli leaves to the guest room, leaving the door slightly ajar. he hangs his jacket on the back of his chair and then glances over at the bed, the moonlight illuminating it. sighing, he takes a seat and unlaces his boots and strips down to his undergarments.
what a day. what a god damn day.
zhongli still remembers how it felt to hold venti’s hand, how it felt laying beside him. ah…
it’s been a long time since he felt so wound-up. his hand drops down between his thighs, remembering how soft venti’s skin was. his eyes flutter shut and his palm ghosts over the head of his cock which is still half-hard from all of their banter and looking back to earlier today. he sighs, that brief touch to the clothed head of his cock electric already. there’s no way postponing this, is there?
his eyes close once more and he slips his hand down beneath the fabric and tugs his cock free. only then does he slowly curl his fingers around the base of it, fingertips gliding delicately as he imagines venti might, considering their size difference and the fact they had avoided anything even mildly scandalous over the centuries.
he’s really hard, now, the top of his cock beading with pre-cum. )
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zhongli leaves to the guest room, leaving the door slightly ajar. he hangs his jacket on the back of his chair and then glances over at the bed, the moonlight illuminating it. sighing, he takes a seat and unlaces his boots and strips down to his undergarments.
what a day. what a god damn day.
zhongli still remembers how it felt to hold venti’s hand, how it felt laying beside him. ah…
it’s been a long time since he felt so wound-up. his hand drops down between his thighs, remembering how soft venti’s skin was. his eyes flutter shut and his palm ghosts over the head of his cock which is still half-hard from all of their banter and looking back to earlier today. he sighs, that brief touch to the clothed head of his cock electric already. there’s no way postponing this, is there?
his eyes close once more and he slips his hand down beneath the fabric and tugs his cock free. only then does he slowly curl his fingers around the base of it, fingertips gliding delicately as he imagines venti might, considering their size difference and the fact they had avoided anything even mildly scandalous over the centuries.
he’s really hard, now, the top of his cock beading with pre-cum. )