[ It's too dim to see how thick his seed was spilling over himself. He isn't sure how much of a mess Zhongli makes, but when the man's form seizes up – Venti's glowing. He hasn't stopped touching himself, squeezing at the growing tension of his cock, finding the fullness of his balls needing relief more and more as each second passes.
Any admiration was gone as he pulls himself away in a haze, Zhongli's orgasm a sight that will be burned into his mind. Drunk. Lustful. Confused. They wash together as he silently rushes back to Zhongli's room – returning to deny his guilt and ignore his feelings. Crawling into the bed with his own pained erection, perhaps it was penance for the voyeurism – the desire he wanted to keep watching Zhongli in his most private time. His face buries into the pillows, cock pinned down into the bed with minimal relief but... maybe he can just sleep it off – and safely dream of Zhongli instead. ]
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Any admiration was gone as he pulls himself away in a haze, Zhongli's orgasm a sight that will be burned into his mind. Drunk. Lustful. Confused. They wash together as he silently rushes back to Zhongli's room – returning to deny his guilt and ignore his feelings. Crawling into the bed with his own pained erection, perhaps it was penance for the voyeurism – the desire he wanted to keep watching Zhongli in his most private time. His face buries into the pillows, cock pinned down into the bed with minimal relief but... maybe he can just sleep it off – and safely dream of Zhongli instead. ]