[ With a resounding pop, Zhongli's cock pulls from his mouth. A glowing hue was all he needed to encourage him along, but those words? ... He feels like he can gain some footing. ]
Doing what?
[ Cheekily: ]
This?
[ From base to tip, Venti's tongue laps at his length, feeling each vein pulse in approval. ]
Mnah... or, do you mean this...?
[ That tongue curls against his tip, lips snugly wrapped around him. He works the first few inches of his cock, chasing midway with strain as he thickens out just slightly. A drop of his throat makes him barely tighten – no gag, just a moment of feeling the unruly length twitch against his tongue.
It was a feeling he finds himself fond of. The noises Zhongli makes was like a song he's never heard of before and he's desperate to know the rest of it... ]
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Doing what?
[ Cheekily: ]
This?
[ From base to tip, Venti's tongue laps at his length, feeling each vein pulse in approval. ]
Mnah... or, do you mean this...?
[ That tongue curls against his tip, lips snugly wrapped around him. He works the first few inches of his cock, chasing midway with strain as he thickens out just slightly. A drop of his throat makes him barely tighten – no gag, just a moment of feeling the unruly length twitch against his tongue.
It was a feeling he finds himself fond of. The noises Zhongli makes was like a song he's never heard of before and he's desperate to know the rest of it... ]