( venti isn’t running, but he also isn’t confessing any sort of feeling. which is, well, it’s more than zhongli could have hoped for.
so he isn’t necessarily disappointed that venti sticks to the carnal pleasure of what just happened.
he noses at venti’s neck again before he lifts his head back up so he can look at his friend’s face, his eyes. )
I also haven’t… for a very long time. ( he knows he already said he was in a drought, but maybe it helps to shoulder most of the blame for why he hadn’t pushed barbatos down into the sheets in recent times.
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so he isn’t necessarily disappointed that venti sticks to the carnal pleasure of what just happened.
he noses at venti’s neck again before he lifts his head back up so he can look at his friend’s face, his eyes. )
I also haven’t… for a very long time. ( he knows he already said he was in a drought, but maybe it helps to shoulder most of the blame for why he hadn’t pushed barbatos down into the sheets in recent times.
he smiles at him, though, fragile. )