[ No, he wasn't going to stop. He was too impulsive, too greedy. Venti's lips ghost against his ear, pinning his cock down flatly to Zhongli's muscles. Grinding, desperate with each touch returned for more.
More, more, more. ]
Zhongli... [ His voice is a choked shudder, the drags of his fingers through his hair a weakspot. ] I'm going to... to turn around, alright? Let me taste you elsewhere. Please.
[ It'd be so easy – to sit down onto Zhongli's chest, to nuzzle into his cock and suck him dry. The only thing that would be difficult is knowing when enough was enough. ]
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More, more, more. ]
Zhongli... [ His voice is a choked shudder, the drags of his fingers through his hair a weakspot. ] I'm going to... to turn around, alright? Let me taste you elsewhere. Please.
[ It'd be so easy – to sit down onto Zhongli's chest, to nuzzle into his cock and suck him dry. The only thing that would be difficult is knowing when enough was enough. ]