[ He can sleep on a tree, but not on his lover, apparently. His nose scrunches at the words – ready to tease before they were reunited with the soft caress they wanted so badly. His hands comb through Zhongli's bangs, pushing them out of his eyes to deepen their kiss, enjoying it for what it was.
no subject
Freeing.
When he pulls back, he's left gasping softly: ]
We wouldn't be sleeping.