[ It was all too consuming. His orgasm barely subsides by the time Zhongli was on him. He feels like he's drowning again – just not in a silken robe. Both of his hands brace Zhongli's back, forcing him downwards on top of him. Their cocks graze another, battling with their own stiff desires. Aching, still messy and Venti just shudders.
Zhongli's kiss, the way he touches him. He should touch him in return, right? Every lick of common sense to stop this goes out of the window.
They don't talk about it.
Venti's hand bunches at Zhongli's hair, tugging it softly. He tilts his head away, gasping with each peppered kiss he offers and in turn, gives him more room to work.
Those archon marks were burning cyan now and he finally finds the words – ]
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Zhongli's kiss, the way he touches him. He should touch him in return, right? Every lick of common sense to stop this goes out of the window.
They don't talk about it.
Venti's hand bunches at Zhongli's hair, tugging it softly. He tilts his head away, gasping with each peppered kiss he offers and in turn, gives him more room to work.
Those archon marks were burning cyan now and he finally finds the words – ]
Morax... you feel so good.
[ Better than he looked the night prior. ]