primos | weekend at zhongli’s 🕶

weekend at zhongli’s 🕶

( continuation of {HERE}.

it’s strange, having any sort of guest in the usually quiet apartment he has learned to call his own. occasionally, he’ll visit what remains of his old domains scattered throughout liyue; now, they are overrun with plant life and monsters and zhongli thinks back to when they were filled with laughter and love, if he dares to even call it that.

nowadays, he resigns himself to the mortal way of living: paying rent for a humble one bedroom apartment close to his place of employment. while he does have a second bedroom, he also has a spare futon that was imported in from inazuma back before the trading embargo really heated up. it’s never served the purpose of what it’s meant to, of course, with his only overnight guest ever being hu tao who had come over to work through some files and then passed out in the guest room from sheer exhaustion.

this is different.

hosting venti, his oldest living friend, seems to make him hyper aware of how little he has to offer as a host. liyue harbor is rich in history and activities, but his apartment itself is bleak. to some degree, he suspects, venti won’t be surprised - zhongli is an old man, after all. a blockhead. his boring apartment, with traditional liyue fixtures and kettles, speaks to that. he supposes venti won’t be spending too much time in it, but it still makes zhongli aware of how mortal they are, now, even as retired gods in name.

so when morning comes, after he’s certain venti is comfortably suited, zhongli can’t stop thinking of how soft venti’s hair was when he touched and how much zhongli wanted to stay up all night with him counting stars and recounting old tales until venti fell asleep, perhaps leaned against him, and zhongli could ensure he slept safely.

he almost burns his hand on the stove as he prepares them breakfast, zoning out like this. his hair is pulled back as usual and he’s wearing something much more casual than his suit - simple house clothes that are a single layer each, that still cover most of his skin but make him look younger. )

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[ Was that Venti accepting this tension? Going with the flow...? Allowing them to not ask why or if they could. Venti's back was exposed fully. That small frame, borrowed from someone precious to him showed to someone just as precious...

He didn't know until last night that he deserved it – that he had a right to anything closer. Part of him feels ... odd holding that image. Maybe this is... his way of evening the field silently? ]

Zhongli... Keep watching me, alright?

[ The bed was claimed, a seat to the end and instead of marveling the lines of his back where thin muscle met bone, Zhongli can see the half erect cock taken into his own hand. Glowing in cyan, the embarrassment radiates with each pulse of his body. ]

I want you to.

( he wants him to… to watch him jerk off?

zhongli is mesmerized by how beautiful venti looks holding his cock. he’s absolutely gorgeous. breathtaking.

but he just wants him to watch?

zhongli’s cock twitches, already half hard from seeing venti so bare. )

Do you only want me to watch, Venti? ( because he’s dying to touch but respectfully stays by the door, hunger intensifying. )

Yes.

[ It'd be okay then, right? It wouldn't impede on what their friendship was. It wouldn't so careless with what they've forged through the centuries... It wouldn't risk losing him. This was an equal exchange for a man who valued contracts and equal business deals. He... just didn't know what Venti does.

His fist tightens in his grasp, pumping at his base to get himself aching. He was last night, he wants to feel that tension again. Until the tip of his cock weeps for Zhongli's touch.

Venti sighs in relief, eyes not leaving his friend. ]

( zhongli is desperately confused. why does venti want to have him watch but he’s not allowed to… was this some sort of payback for letting his gaze linger all morning? was venti trying to teach him a lesson?

it doesn’t stop the ache between his legs. his robe tents with his hardness, eyes alternating between venti’s pretty teal ones and that insanely tempting cock. )

Venti… ( a warm, appreciative breathing of his name as zhongli resists touching himself for now. )

[ Was that the first time he said his name with such... a tone? Venti tries to recall but fails to. If he had, it was different now. Venti's cock, modest and willing as it was, twitched so unruly in his grasp.

His grip tightens, legs spreading more to reach down and cup at his heavy sac – oh, how he wants to empty himself after last night. Zhongli provided the material, now Venti was returning the favor.

He's confused – pained on if this was true retribution, leaning into their back and forth that lingered on challenge. On a foreplay they both were unable to ignore.

Venti notices how his robe tents up and he wants to give in. Wants to feel him just as badly as he wants to see Zhongli bare in the morning light. However... ]

Zhongli. Shh... just... let me – please. That's what I want –

[ He tenses up, wincing when his fingers find the sensitive veins of his underside, stroking at his hardened length with an invigorated sense of need.

He thought he had that under control last night... ]

( zhongli wants so badly to cherish him, to cover him in warm kisses and learn all the human emotions he had been so afraid of for so long. it physically aches that he’s being silenced, that he isn’t allowed to walk over, that venti just wants to do this and act like it’s something simple.

but if rex lapis is gone, morax may be, too, and maybe zhongli inherited that tendency to not listen to anyone.

he breathes out a huff of frustration as he steps away from the door. he hurries across the room and slams a hand down on the bed beside venti, his other hand grabbing his chin to keep eye contact. )

Why? ( it’s a fair question, and his expression is feral but confused and almost desperate. he won’t touch if venti truly doesn’t want it, but… )

[ Attraction bubbles to the surface, Venti losing himself in some dishonorable way – wanting to even their playing field more than someone who did value order. He pays special attention to how his body reacts, gripping tighter to stop the dull twitches that won't stop.

He shows his body off without shame, without daring to tell Morax to join or beg for him to show himself off again too. Venti's dramatic and this is his way of dealing with his feelings. ]

Don't you dare, you old stone –

[ He's whimpering by the time his friend joins him, the bed trembling around him and Venti's vision unable to pull away. He tries – but his chin was snatched back up.

Cyan and amber meet and words fail. Venti's hand didn't stop. It's slower, more precise. Venti pulls away only to tighten their distance, for his breath to warm against Zhongli's lips. He doesn't kiss, doesn't do much of anything than whisper: ]

To ensure we're even.

[ So keep watching him, he wants to beg – fueled on feelings and alcohol in a way that makes him act stupid. ]

So you can commit something to memory too...

( it makes absolutely no sense to him. what is venti possibly going on about? it’s not like zhongli can afford many brain cells to parsing through it, considering how hot his skin is and how his thumb swipes along venti’s bottom lip.

he just blinks at him again, tasting his breath but not his lips. )

Can I not touch you?

( his words are low, concerned, but dripping with desire, begging to be given permission to touch his oldest friend and help him reach orgasm.

even if venti is only horny, it’s closer to being with him than zhongli had ever hoped for. )

[ Does he want to? Even if it's so painfully clear, Venti wanted things spelled out as well. He's clueless to what Zhongli was jerking off too – oblivious to the passions he felt for days now.

As Zhongli swipes his thumb to his bottom lip he trembles, a glob of pre seeping out, smeared back into his shaft in a haste. ]

No.

[ His voice cracks. He's determined. The need to finish and get this out of his system mirrors Zhongli the night prior. It's only fair, right? However, Venti couldn't lie... he couldn't be truthfully obtuse when Zhongli looks at him like that. ]

...I didn't touch you last night, did I? Play fair, Zhongli...

( last night? what did…

zhongli’s eyes widen with embarassment. so venti had heard him, seen him? zhongli’s heart races again and he looks down to venti’s beautiful cock.

shakily, he exhales, nodding. )

Then come. ( a low murmur of an order, eyes golden, softly glowing, respectfully not touching venti’s lips or cock. his fingers do stay on venti’s chin, though, a mild tremble to them. )

[ Then come.

It falls so simply off his lips. Like he's rewarded for his voyeurism. That this was earned. Is Venti a coward or a fool? Maybe both, on a good day – but he trembles when Zhongli doesn't yield or return to the doorway. He's so close... if Venti were to let go of his cock, he wonders if it'd twitch up against him.

No. He needed to finish. The sound of Venti's fist pumping away at his length didn't cease – it quickens. Swallowing shame, he shivers when he hits a sweet spot. Spit nearly trickles from the corner of his lips from how wet his tongue has – unsated and unable to do anything about it.

Zhongli was ordering him was new. And he's mad he likes it. ]

( zhongli doesn’t touch, as promised. but he does keep their mouths hovering precariously close as he watches venti jerk himself off.

his own cock pangs, hard and pressing at his robes, almost enough to make it press to venti’s leg.

but everything is almost, nearly, but not quite. because zhongli respects venti’s wishes enough to not vagrantky disobey. even if he so desperately wants to. )

Just like that. ( a soft murmur of praise. )

[ They both wanted to break this self-imposed rule. This stupidly created clause in a contract neither of them signed. He sacrifices shivers of pleasure for air, sighs and gasps sharply exhaled. He huffs, almost akin to his dragon friend, desperate in every sense of the word.

Venti's getting close. His thumb prodding to the right nerve endings in his tip, his fingers cradling his length in just the right way. However, he pleads a pathetic sob – ]

Your robe.

[ He's going to mess it up. He knows it. Venti's familiar enough with his body to know, after all. This was hardly the first time he jerked himself off in frustration. A hand moves to tug at Zhongli's sash, letting the robes loosen. He won't go further. ]

Please. I don't want to ruin it...

( this brat. this considerate and beautiful brat.

zhongli huffs a shaky laugh of disbelief. is that what venti is really focused on right now?

but he acquiesces, shrugging off the robe and letting it drop to the floor. like this, his cock, now fully hard, is free, and he tries to keep the tip from pressing to venti. it’s very difficult. )

You’re close. I can tell. ( he murmurs it back near venti’s mouth, eyes back to his face. he wants to see what it looks like when he orgasms. )

Shut up.

[ Don't make him feel even hotter than he already was? He has to contend with the sight before him - Liyue's best realized in each inch of his frame. Venti notes how different he looks here, from when they swam and when he saw him the night before.

They don't complicate things. Don't ask for anything more.

All Venti does is whimper out when he runs his fingers against the right sweet spot. He forces himself to finish quicker, to seal this supposed debt between them that Zhongli hadn't even known of. He offers his apologies in the form of milky, thick ropes of cum that ...ah, yes, does hit Zhongli against his stomach before pitifully leaking to his fingertips. Venti can't focus, his head thrown back, hips bucking up – and he looks completely overwhelmed.

Give him a minute. ]

( he’s beautiful.

seeing him come apart, feeling venti’s cum on his body—

it snaps centuries worth of self-restraint.

zhongli’s hands both grip at venti’s hips and he pushes forward to clamp his mouth down on the side of venti’s throat, kissing it hotly as he feels his friends bare hips, starving, thumbs smoothing at his pretty hip bones.

he let venti come completely untouched, but that little show was over now, right? )

[ It was all too consuming. His orgasm barely subsides by the time Zhongli was on him. He feels like he's drowning again – just not in a silken robe. Both of his hands brace Zhongli's back, forcing him downwards on top of him. Their cocks graze another, battling with their own stiff desires. Aching, still messy and Venti just shudders.

Zhongli's kiss, the way he touches him. He should touch him in return, right? Every lick of common sense to stop this goes out of the window.

They don't talk about it.

Venti's hand bunches at Zhongli's hair, tugging it softly. He tilts his head away, gasping with each peppered kiss he offers and in turn, gives him more room to work.

Those archon marks were burning cyan now and he finally finds the words – ]

Morax... you feel so good.

[ Better than he looked the night prior. ]

( zhongli is achingly hard. it only grows when he feels venti pull him closer and not away.

and then he hears those words.

he climbs onto the bed proper, on top of venti, pining him down with his hips as he slowly grinds their dicks together. one hand moves to urge one of venti’s legs up high, up near zhongli’s hip, so their cocks can slide better. )

I’ll make you feel even better, Barbatos. ( as he nips his neck, leading kisses up to venti’s ear, tugging on the lobe. )

[ Maybe Venti grows more desperate with each second that passes. Onto the bed they go, entwined between the shape of Venti's thighs. One leg hikes up when encouraged, pressing into him, welcoming the grinds with no regret. How could he feel an ounce of it now? ]

That's a.. ah, a tall claim. What if I'm much more fickle as a lover than a houseguest...?

[ Even after everything – Venti was sunny, bringing light to Liyue on a cool breeze. He trembles with the kisses and bite, but one of his hands move to clutch Zhongli's jaw, tilting his gaze to him.

Both of them look into each other's eyes for a ridiculous amount of time, and Venti presses his forehead to his softly.

A plea falls – ]

Kiss me.

( the yearning spills, pools out of him.

zhongli barely lets venti finish that plea once he realizes what he’s saying. he kisses him, hard, desperate and without a single ounce of hesitation or regret on his end, either.

his hips pick up speed, one hand slipping down to squeeze venti’s ass, grip a cheek to hold him steady as he wildly grinds him into the bed, frotting. )

Venti… ( he moans his name against his lips, that cool confidence from earlier completely gone, now just a lovesick fool fawning over his lover with attentiveness. )

[ It feels as if there was a harsh wind battering against the building. Their kiss sparks that out of him – where his entire being seems to glow in warmth and happiness, where tribal marks weave into that pale, supple flesh. Venti's short arms can't reach too far down Zhongli's back but he claws at his back. Those nails barely leave any marks but he wants to hold him. Feel him. Keep him there.

When they kiss it was something that once again, stops time. He isn't sure how long they go at it. Give and take, further and deeper. Venti's tongue slams into Zhongli's mouth, exploring in a way that complimented the needy gropes of his ass. He can nearly palm it whole, after all.

Finally, they need to breathe – and he radiates such joy on his face. ]

Yeah? Got something to say?

[ Each word had to be divided with a grunt, Zhongli's fucking to his cock just encourages him to brace for everything. He's pinned to the bed, the tip of his cock leaking pre back onto his own stomach. ]

Or do you... ha.. do you need to show me...?

( zhongli realizes then, that look on venti’s face, he would do anything to keep safe, to protect. he’s in love, isn’t he?

he’ll unpack that later as he chuckles at venti’s words.

the tips of his hair glows gold as he keeps ruthlessly thrusting down against venti. if he had lube he’d claim him here and now but this is sufficient.

especially as he takes both their cocks in his free hand and sloppily jerks them. )

I’ll show you again and again. ( as he tips his head to bite a dark mark into venti’s neck as he comes, fast and hard, on his hand, on venti, dripping down venti’s cock. )

[ Such strong promises are offered in abundance. Each thrust drives Venti over the edge. Closer... ever closer to the same shivers of need and want he had moments ago. The daze of being like this with the ex geo archon, wasn't lost upon him. For centuries, they never... did this. It feels fresh, new, and exciting. A definitive line in the sand between old and new.

When Zhongli practically claims him, he's a shuddering mess. His hand shoots down between them, squeezing at both of their cocks so weakly to choke a second orgasm of his own after Zhongli's. Venti was painted in a milky white, pooling at the marks on his chests and down to that smooth tummy.

He's breathless, tilting his gaze away in labored desperation. ]

( zhongli’s breathing begins to still once the euphoria starts to fade. his eyes remain shut and his teeth gently unlatch from venti’s neck so that he can press a sweeter, apologetic kiss to the new mark. he brushes his nose against the curve of venti’s neck and just breathes him in, allowing the afterglow to envelope them both.

venti had asked him to kiss him, hadn’t just wanted some wild friction to get off. did it mean something? it had to have, right?

zhongli’s hand shakily rubs a line down venti’s side, gentle but present. )

[ So many strange, new sensations flood his body. So many strange, new desires consume his mind. From a seed of curiosity blossomed something new. Life that they both thought they didn't or couldn't need.

A very mortal life.

The unsure touches root him into the bed, a sentiment returned to how Venti's tiny fingertips graze down Zhongli's spine. They lay there, silent and afraid. Could any wrong word make them regret...?

Venti sighs, inhaling every bit of Zhongli in the moment. ]

We're idiots. [ He says, words unsteady and bottom lip trembling. It seems like Venti may be denying what happened, but when his hand moves up to cup the back of Zhongli's head – there's a moment of hope. ] Centuries pass and we didn't... think to do that sooner..?

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