[ Venti takes a mouth full of spunk with as much control as he can. It dribbles past the corner of his lips and one hand has to shoot up to thumb at their corners to keep it from spilling over. Gulp after gulp, Venti gets his first taste of Zhongli like this and he's left squirming – trembling at the salty taste offered.
When Venti pulls back, he's smacking his lips with a sigh, collapsing forward until his forehead presses into Zhongli's pelvic bone. ]
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When Venti pulls back, he's smacking his lips with a sigh, collapsing forward until his forehead presses into Zhongli's pelvic bone. ]
Good? You can sing – ha, sing my praises...