[ Oh, Venti would absolutely lose it. There's a different shiver of excitement when Zhongli touches him – he does his best not to do something unfitting like clench or squirm too much.
He's focused, lulling his tongue to his slit with patience and devotion. When Zhongli tries to insist he takes it slow... he pulls back with only spit connecting them. ]
If I wanted to, I would. Don't try and stop me. I got this, don't worry.
[ He's pouting, a childish view but truthfully? Venti would do stupider things in this moment. For now, he cups harshly to Zhongli's sac, feeling their weight to his fingers. He feels amazing... and he wants more. Venti drops his mouth back down onto him, inch by inch grinding to the smoothness of his tongue. ]
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He's focused, lulling his tongue to his slit with patience and devotion. When Zhongli tries to insist he takes it slow... he pulls back with only spit connecting them. ]
If I wanted to, I would. Don't try and stop me. I got this, don't worry.
[ He's pouting, a childish view but truthfully? Venti would do stupider things in this moment. For now, he cups harshly to Zhongli's sac, feeling their weight to his fingers. He feels amazing... and he wants more. Venti drops his mouth back down onto him, inch by inch grinding to the smoothness of his tongue. ]