[ Was that the first time he said his name with such... a tone? Venti tries to recall but fails to. If he had, it was different now. Venti's cock, modest and willing as it was, twitched so unruly in his grasp.
His grip tightens, legs spreading more to reach down and cup at his heavy sac – oh, how he wants to empty himself after last night. Zhongli provided the material, now Venti was returning the favor.
He's confused – pained on if this was true retribution, leaning into their back and forth that lingered on challenge. On a foreplay they both were unable to ignore.
Venti notices how his robe tents up and he wants to give in. Wants to feel him just as badly as he wants to see Zhongli bare in the morning light. However... ]
Zhongli. Shh... just... let me – please. That's what I want –
[ He tenses up, wincing when his fingers find the sensitive veins of his underside, stroking at his hardened length with an invigorated sense of need.
He thought he had that under control last night... ]
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His grip tightens, legs spreading more to reach down and cup at his heavy sac – oh, how he wants to empty himself after last night. Zhongli provided the material, now Venti was returning the favor.
He's confused – pained on if this was true retribution, leaning into their back and forth that lingered on challenge. On a foreplay they both were unable to ignore.
Venti notices how his robe tents up and he wants to give in. Wants to feel him just as badly as he wants to see Zhongli bare in the morning light. However... ]
Zhongli. Shh... just... let me – please. That's what I want –
[ He tenses up, wincing when his fingers find the sensitive veins of his underside, stroking at his hardened length with an invigorated sense of need.
He thought he had that under control last night... ]