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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( 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..?

( venti isn’t running, but he also isn’t confessing any sort of feeling. which is, well, it’s more than zhongli could have hoped for.

so he isn’t necessarily disappointed that venti sticks to the carnal pleasure of what just happened.

he noses at venti’s neck again before he lifts his head back up so he can look at his friend’s face, his eyes. )

I also haven’t… for a very long time. ( he knows he already said he was in a drought, but maybe it helps to shoulder most of the blame for why he hadn’t pushed barbatos down into the sheets in recent times.

he smiles at him, though, fragile. )

[ There's a lot to unpack. He feels vulnerable in ways he didn't necessarily like – not in negative ways, just... fearful ways. As if he speaks the wrong way, Zhongli would slip between his fingers.

They find honesty in each other's eyes, a hand sliding from behind Zhongli to cup at his features. ]

Can't remember the last time I did this sober.

[ """sober"""

The few times Venti had bonded with someone intimately he was lonely and drunk. ]

Was it good for you? Be honest. My feelings won't be hurt.

( that seems to track. if zhongli were more prone to getting trashed, maybe he’d have done the same things.

he tips his head down and hesitantly brushes a kiss to the very corner of venti’s mouth. perhaps the most hopeful of gestures yet. )

It was wonderful.

( and all he wants is to do it again, maybe put his mouth on venti, maybe fuck him so he’s claimed inside, too.

his cheeks are still a warm red. )

[ They both had to find a way to cope, it seems.

The world was as cruel to them as it was encouraging. For they can shape land and lead people, but they were not immune to loss. ]

Good... good...

[ His breath grows labored again at the new, soft kisses Zhongli provides. With just a mere tilt, his lips graze to Zhongli's. An apology for his voyeurism, for his ignorance. He doesn't apologize for his desperation as the kiss deepens. ]

( zhongli threads a hand gently into venti’s hair. it moves down to undo a braid, lips moving warmly and assuredly to venti’s mouth.

even if they haven’t talked about this, he is honest in his gestures, his affection that doesn’t seem as feral and wound-up.

a slow lick of his tongue, a suck of venti’s lower lip. )

[ His hair, wavy and frayed, fall against his face. Venti returns the favor, playing with the long strands of Zhongli's hair. Beautiful and soft, it was worthy to be admired and worshipped.

As they kiss, it speaks for them. Venti's moan snuffed out against the lick of Zhongli's tongue – his fights back against his. Two wiggling, desperate organs... he crashes his mouth to Zhongli's. Different ways of fighting, of ruling, and of fucking apparently. Venti was too likely to tease at this point.

He pulls back with spit connecting them and his forehead presses to Zhongli. ]

We were suppose to go on a boat... or shop... but –

[ His teeth catches Zhongli's bottom lip, like some blockage between them had been demolished. ]

Your bed is better than mine. Isn't it?

( zhongli is greedy, which surprises even himself. now that he’s allowed to touch, he isn’t stopping.

zhongli’s lips twitch up in amusement at venti’s commentary. this sweet little nerd. his heart is so warm for him.

he shifts his head to start kissing up and down venti’s neck, over his mark and near his ear. )

We can stay in bed all day, if you’d like. I would consider that a good use of the day.

( even if venti may need to recover from two orgasms back to back, zhongli doesn’t seem bothered by foreplay. his hair glows the more they kiss, resonating with how happy he feels, keeping barbatos down on the bed. )

[ Those damn kisses on his neck... It doesn't let him soften for anything.

There's something between them that he can't ignore, how attuned they were despite their differences. His small frame squirms underneath, huffing a bit when Zhongli offers such a tempting option. ]

Yeah? You think so? [ Venti doesn't move, instead his hands roam to his sides, encouraging the geo to act a damn fool. ] You're starting to see the benefits of retirement, I see...

( zhongli moans softer, warmer, hotter against the shell of venti’s ear. )

You make feeling like a sloth very tempting.

( he nips that ear then brings the barrage of kisses back to venti’s mouth, nose nuzzling against his right before he does so. he’s a fool. a lovesick fool that doesn’t seem to believe in moderation when it comes to venti.

his hand moves to undo the other braid as his left hand traces over cyan on venti’s chest. )

I would say it's more like settling like a stone.

[ He has his jokes, even with the intimacy that Zhongli offers. His heart is racing and he just... wants more. Forget the boat, forget the drinks, forget anything outside of the bed. He's completely bare and vulnerable, but somehow...

He doesn't question anything any longer.

No talks of what they were, how long they've thought of this, or the shame Venti felt of last night.

Not now. Not when Zhongli touches him like this.

His hand goes up to stroke his thumb under his eye – cradling him so intimately. He feels like he needs to do something. Anything to even the playing field.

So.. he pushes. Hard enough to nudge Zhongli on his back and allow him to settle his petite frame on the bottom of Zhongli's stomach. He looks down to him embarrassed, but no less lust than when they started. ]

Let me... figure out what you like best.

[ He says with a huff, leaning down to nip at Zhongli's throat. Was it here?
If not, his tongue drags, lower until he trails it against the man's nipple. Was it here?
If not, Venti returns north again, kissing at his neck towards his ear. Was it here?

So many options, but Venti was determined to map the geo out. ]

( there had been that brief moment after venti came the second time that zhongli feared things would be over, that the lust would fade to reason. but now? here? with him? he doesn’t feel that fear at all.

his hands go to both of venti’s thighs, rubbing his thumbs along them as venti learns his own body. his nipples grow hard and it’s not until venti finds a spot right behind zhongli’s ear does he let out a low rumble of a moan.

evidently, he has his weak spots, too, even after having came. )

You feel wonderful on top of me like that. ( a warm breath, a hand leaving venti’s thigh to play through his hair again, encouraging. for some reason, continuing to talk during this is exactly what he needs — proof that venti isn’t having some fantasy elsewhere, that he’s just listing for any touch. )

[ No, he wasn't going to stop. He was too impulsive, too greedy. Venti's lips ghost against his ear, pinning his cock down flatly to Zhongli's muscles. Grinding, desperate with each touch returned for more.

More, more, more. ]

Zhongli... [ His voice is a choked shudder, the drags of his fingers through his hair a weakspot. ] I'm going to... to turn around, alright? Let me taste you elsewhere. Please.

[ It'd be so easy – to sit down onto Zhongli's chest, to nuzzle into his cock and suck him dry. The only thing that would be difficult is knowing when enough was enough. ]

( so venti is still horny. no surprise there but.

zhongli smirks and he drags fingertips down venti’s pretty spine. )

Go ahead. But don’t expect me to sit idly.

( his cock twitches hard in interest as he quickly cups venti’s cheek so he can drag him into a wildly messy kiss. )

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