[ Before he knows what he's doing, his hand leaves his mouth. It travels south, cupping at himself with another realization: he was getting hard. Venti's cock deals with the binding of his tights and shorts, but his fingers feel it grow stiff so quickly.
Zhongli is beautiful – putting cor lapis to shame and being more treasured than it too. Seeing him get off brings less confusion and guilt over time, allowing attraction to fill the void. His mind begins to wonder, how would his cock feel pulsing that beautiful geo between his own fingers..? Could he even grip onto Zhongli with one hand...?
So many questions were snuffed out, all he thinks of now is Zhongli was bringing himself closer to an orgasm. He inches forward only when his speed picks up – and maybe Venti was cupping and fondling himself to match the speed.
Careful to be quiet, he'll save the regret for later... for seeing his friend so pleasured rested above all other concerns. ]
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Zhongli is beautiful – putting cor lapis to shame and being more treasured than it too. Seeing him get off brings less confusion and guilt over time, allowing attraction to fill the void. His mind begins to wonder, how would his cock feel pulsing that beautiful geo between his own fingers..? Could he even grip onto Zhongli with one hand...?
So many questions were snuffed out, all he thinks of now is Zhongli was bringing himself closer to an orgasm. He inches forward only when his speed picks up – and maybe Venti was cupping and fondling himself to match the speed.
Careful to be quiet, he'll save the regret for later... for seeing his friend so pleasured rested above all other concerns. ]