( only when venti is gone does zhongli finally open his eyes. he stares down at the white clinging between his fingers and he sighs. it felt good, to relieve the tension, but it felt rather empty. he didn’t scratch the itch as much as he had wanted it to.
he reaches for a tissue nearby, cleaning himself up and shifting his cock back into his undergarments. while he wasn’t as sexually charged, now, ready to pop a boner at a legging tear, he feels mildly guilty and hyper aware of his own loneliness.
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he reaches for a tissue nearby, cleaning himself up and shifting his cock back into his undergarments. while he wasn’t as sexually charged, now, ready to pop a boner at a legging tear, he feels mildly guilty and hyper aware of his own loneliness.
sleeping it off will be good. )