( zhongli is desperately confused. why does venti want to have him watch but he’s not allowed to… was this some sort of payback for letting his gaze linger all morning? was venti trying to teach him a lesson?
it doesn’t stop the ache between his legs. his robe tents with his hardness, eyes alternating between venti’s pretty teal ones and that insanely tempting cock. )
Venti… ( a warm, appreciative breathing of his name as zhongli resists touching himself for now. )
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it doesn’t stop the ache between his legs. his robe tents with his hardness, eyes alternating between venti’s pretty teal ones and that insanely tempting cock. )
Venti… ( a warm, appreciative breathing of his name as zhongli resists touching himself for now. )