[ His hair, wavy and frayed, fall against his face. Venti returns the favor, playing with the long strands of Zhongli's hair. Beautiful and soft, it was worthy to be admired and worshipped.
As they kiss, it speaks for them. Venti's moan snuffed out against the lick of Zhongli's tongue – his fights back against his. Two wiggling, desperate organs... he crashes his mouth to Zhongli's. Different ways of fighting, of ruling, and of fucking apparently. Venti was too likely to tease at this point.
He pulls back with spit connecting them and his forehead presses to Zhongli. ]
We were suppose to go on a boat... or shop... but –
[ His teeth catches Zhongli's bottom lip, like some blockage between them had been demolished. ]
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As they kiss, it speaks for them. Venti's moan snuffed out against the lick of Zhongli's tongue – his fights back against his. Two wiggling, desperate organs... he crashes his mouth to Zhongli's. Different ways of fighting, of ruling, and of fucking apparently. Venti was too likely to tease at this point.
He pulls back with spit connecting them and his forehead presses to Zhongli. ]
We were suppose to go on a boat... or shop... but –
[ His teeth catches Zhongli's bottom lip, like some blockage between them had been demolished. ]
Your bed is better than mine. Isn't it?