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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[ 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. )

[ HOW COULD HE NOT BE? Zhongli was forged of sex and geo apparently!

His cock was already pained, no softer than before he touched himself initially. Zhongli can see the proof of that so clearly when he leans back from their kiss. That was a struggle, desperate to taste him in any way.

But! He'll scooch enough to move – turning until he's kneeled down and settled on his chest. Venti drops down to lay further on his stomach, both hands moving to touch him so boldly.

One hand cups at his sac, the other grips his base. It was... different – intoxicating in ways that make him whisper out something obscene: ]

...Ask me. Or tell me to... taste you here.

[ He's still thinking back on that command to come, okay. ]

( venti likes to be told what to do? that’s a surprise, too, but maybe in everyday life he shies away from it when it’s truly a kink in bed.

zhongli will ponder more on that.

for now, he just wants to press cum-soaked fingers against venti’s hole just barely. )

Go ahead, baobei. Taste.

( a mix of an order and granting permission. he’s clearly already achingly hard. )

[ Damn it. He feels a shiver crack down his spine with a force it'd put the Raiden Shogun to shame. It sparks excitement, need, and he can't turn back from this.

From fitting Zhongli's cock into his mouth as if he's been doing it for centuries.

The first feeling they share like this was a kiss. Venti pulls Zhongli's cock up, aiming the tip right to that soft pout. Making out with him, moans spilling right to stiff flesh... it wasn't long until he parts his lips and lets his tongue work. Sloppily, unable to hide his own desires with how antsy his lower half was.

All he does is try to forget how exposed he was in return – battling heat of his face and the shivers of his body. Damn it, poor Anemo baby. ]

( zhongli suspects if he craned forward and tried to eat venti out while he did this, it’s not only be difficult but would startle him way too much. so for now, he just teases venti’s hole, tracing wet circles around it, massaging.

meanwhile, his cock twitches against venti’s mouth and tongue. )

You feel amazing. ( a low rumble again, his free hand scratching at his friend’s scalp again, encouragingly. ) Don’t force yourself to try and take it all in.

[ Oh, Venti would absolutely lose it. There's a different shiver of excitement when Zhongli touches him – he does his best not to do something unfitting like clench or squirm too much.

He's focused, lulling his tongue to his slit with patience and devotion. When Zhongli tries to insist he takes it slow... he pulls back with only spit connecting them. ]

If I wanted to, I would. Don't try and stop me. I got this, don't worry.

[ He's pouting, a childish view but truthfully? Venti would do stupider things in this moment. For now, he cups harshly to Zhongli's sac, feeling their weight to his fingers. He feels amazing... and he wants more. Venti drops his mouth back down onto him, inch by inch grinding to the smoothness of his tongue. ]

( when was the last time he the great morax got head?

zhongli exhales in deep pleasure, relaxing his head back into the pillows. the whole room smells of sex and it’s such a rush that he can’t help the delirious smile.

slowly, zhongli adds a bit more pressure to venti’s entrance, teasing at the ring of muscle but not quite pressing in.

it takes a lot of focus to not buck into venti’s mouth. to his extra, his cock twitches harder but he doesn’t thrust. )

I won’t last long, if you keep doing that. ( his cock indeed glowing with geo. )

[ With a resounding pop, Zhongli's cock pulls from his mouth. A glowing hue was all he needed to encourage him along, but those words? ... He feels like he can gain some footing. ]

Doing what?

[ Cheekily: ]

This?

[ From base to tip, Venti's tongue laps at his length, feeling each vein pulse in approval. ]

Mnah... or, do you mean this...?

[ That tongue curls against his tip, lips snugly wrapped around him. He works the first few inches of his cock, chasing midway with strain as he thickens out just slightly. A drop of his throat makes him barely tighten – no gag, just a moment of feeling the unruly length twitch against his tongue.

It was a feeling he finds himself fond of. The noises Zhongli makes was like a song he's never heard of before and he's desperate to know the rest of it... ]

( this little brat.

but considering how long zhongli has thought about this, just this the past few days?

it shouldn’t be surprising that he comes without much further warning. while his first load had been impressive, the copious amount of cum that he shoots down venti’s throat is downright obscene. apparently he really enjoys getting head and staring at venti as he does it.

his hips don’t buck into venti’s mouth thankfully, but he does shine brightly, with overflowing geo. )

Oh, Venti… ( he combs fingers through venti’s hair, a slight tremble to his voice. )

[ 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. ]

Good? You can sing – ha, sing my praises...

You’re so good to me…

( zhongli gives him a dazed and love worn smile. it’s truly remarkable how wonderful venti is, how great he is at every single thing he does.

zhongli brushes his knuckles down venti’s spine, adoringly and tender. )

Take a breath. ( not an order, just a suggestion. they’ve kind of gone feral the past ten to fifteen minutes or so. )

I am, aren't I? [ Venti did one whole suck after being a drama whore and he has to play cure. Go figure. The way he touches him finally encourages him to relax, to truthfully relax his tightened muscles. It didn't stop the bard from still nuzzling into his cock, savoring each pulse against him. ] Morax...

[ His words were sobering... ]

What are we ... doing?

[ Like this? He has so many questions but he doesn't know if either have an answer. ]

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