( zhongli’s breathing begins to still once the euphoria starts to fade. his eyes remain shut and his teeth gently unlatch from venti’s neck so that he can press a sweeter, apologetic kiss to the new mark. he brushes his nose against the curve of venti’s neck and just breathes him in, allowing the afterglow to envelope them both.
venti had asked him to kiss him, hadn’t just wanted some wild friction to get off. did it mean something? it had to have, right?
zhongli’s hand shakily rubs a line down venti’s side, gentle but present. )
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venti had asked him to kiss him, hadn’t just wanted some wild friction to get off. did it mean something? it had to have, right?
zhongli’s hand shakily rubs a line down venti’s side, gentle but present. )