[ HOW COULD HE NOT BE? Zhongli was forged of sex and geo apparently!
His cock was already pained, no softer than before he touched himself initially. Zhongli can see the proof of that so clearly when he leans back from their kiss. That was a struggle, desperate to taste him in any way.
But! He'll scooch enough to move – turning until he's kneeled down and settled on his chest. Venti drops down to lay further on his stomach, both hands moving to touch him so boldly.
One hand cups at his sac, the other grips his base. It was... different – intoxicating in ways that make him whisper out something obscene: ]
...Ask me. Or tell me to... taste you here.
[ He's still thinking back on that command to come, okay. ]
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His cock was already pained, no softer than before he touched himself initially. Zhongli can see the proof of that so clearly when he leans back from their kiss. That was a struggle, desperate to taste him in any way.
But! He'll scooch enough to move – turning until he's kneeled down and settled on his chest. Venti drops down to lay further on his stomach, both hands moving to touch him so boldly.
One hand cups at his sac, the other grips his base. It was... different – intoxicating in ways that make him whisper out something obscene: ]
...Ask me. Or tell me to... taste you here.
[ He's still thinking back on that command to come, okay. ]