( zhongli watches him, trying to fight off the inexplicable urge to tug him back down into the sheets and mark him up all over, kiss him until he’s breathless.
focus. deep breaths.
he reaches for venti’s hand as he slowly sits up properly. )
You’re welcome to wear my robe into the city, or your clothes, now that they’re fixed.
( his thumb goes to rub at the back of venti’s hand. he won’t call venti on “love”. not right now, not when he can act on the inevitable lust that’ll pulse through him with saying those words aloud for the first time to venti. )
no subject
focus. deep breaths.
he reaches for venti’s hand as he slowly sits up properly. )
You’re welcome to wear my robe into the city, or your clothes, now that they’re fixed.
( his thumb goes to rub at the back of venti’s hand. he won’t call venti on “love”. not right now, not when he can act on the inevitable lust that’ll pulse through him with saying those words aloud for the first time to venti. )