[ It takes so much for Venti to just let his body rest. To ease up from the tension at his cock and ignore the fresh imagery in his mind. He replays it – each deep husky moan, each pump of his fist... but the bard has to sleep, right? Perhaps his hand reaches down to fondle himself – feel the lingering erection that pins his shorts down into the bed.
With frustration overcoming him, Venti just bundles himself into Zhongli's sheets, breathes his scent in, and succumbs to sleep.
Somehow, though, in the morning he becomes untangled – laying flat on his back with his arm splayed out like a spider. The giant bed has its benefits for stretching. When Venti is woken, Zhongli may find the boy plagued with morning wood though. Sorry not sorry. ]
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With frustration overcoming him, Venti just bundles himself into Zhongli's sheets, breathes his scent in, and succumbs to sleep.
Somehow, though, in the morning he becomes untangled – laying flat on his back with his arm splayed out like a spider. The giant bed has its benefits for stretching. When Venti is woken, Zhongli may find the boy plagued with morning wood though. Sorry not sorry. ]