( it makes absolutely no sense to him. what is venti possibly going on about? it’s not like zhongli can afford many brain cells to parsing through it, considering how hot his skin is and how his thumb swipes along venti’s bottom lip.
he just blinks at him again, tasting his breath but not his lips. )
Can I not touch you?
( his words are low, concerned, but dripping with desire, begging to be given permission to touch his oldest friend and help him reach orgasm.
even if venti is only horny, it’s closer to being with him than zhongli had ever hoped for. )
no subject
he just blinks at him again, tasting his breath but not his lips. )
Can I not touch you?
( his words are low, concerned, but dripping with desire, begging to be given permission to touch his oldest friend and help him reach orgasm.
even if venti is only horny, it’s closer to being with him than zhongli had ever hoped for. )