( even if he wants to make this last, he feels himself nearing the edge. his breathing is shallow and he glows brighter as he spills onto his own hand, getting some high up on his chest.
he murmurs something softly as he comes, an old liyue term of endearment, still too guilty to breathe venti’s name into existence. if he doesn’t say it, it’ll be fine, right? right.
his panting is heavy, trying to catch his breath, not yet ready to open his eyes. )
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he murmurs something softly as he comes, an old liyue term of endearment, still too guilty to breathe venti’s name into existence. if he doesn’t say it, it’ll be fine, right? right.
his panting is heavy, trying to catch his breath, not yet ready to open his eyes. )