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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( 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. ]

( it’s a great question. potentially sobering.

zhongli’s fingers pause their trek along venti’s body. what is it that they’re doing? )

… whatever you’d like to call it.

( a punt, because he wants exactly as much, at least, as venti does.

but saying too much could scare him off, the god of freedom, right? )

[ His hesitance isn't lost. Venti doesn't have an answer, but he's pouty that Zhongli didn't either. Hypocrisy, thy name is Barbatos. The bard turns until he's seated on Zhongli's lower stomach, hands resting on his chest and eyes as honest as the day they were when he first arrived back in Liyue... ]

Whatever it is... do you like it? [ Want more? The words fail to leave his lips. They were more bare in front of each other than they ever had been, vulnerable to its core. ] I have to apologize before another word is said, for my eyes failing to pry themselves away from you in my bed.

[ Idiot! Rhymes are not coping mechanisms! ]

( not!! more rhymes!!!

zhongli’s hands comfortably move to rest at venti’s hips. to keep him steady, close and near. )

I do like it. A great deal.

( he wants more. more of what they’ve already done and more time with venti, more intimacy that isn’t just sex.

he squeezes a hip at the rhymes. ) I — wouldn’t mind continuing to do that, while you’re here.

[ With his face a hot red, he nearly wants to tug at the sheets to hide himself away. Hearing Zhongli like this...? Whatever messy thing they just did? It gives him a sense of warmth that makes his beautiful strands of hair and markings tremble with cyan. ]

What? Touch yourself in my bed?

[ He knows what he means, but he's going to mess with him – especially when the squeezes at his hips nearly make him burst out laughing. ]

Are you claiming my bed as your own, bard?

( intriguing!

but there’s a touch of undeniable fondness in his words, his tone. like the idea of sharing ownership of his bed isn’t such a farfetched idea.

perhaps… )

You’re welcome to it whenever you’d like.

Why not? [ Zhongli's bed was his last night and the spare room was his the night prior! ] This one is soft... and –

[ Why did he say it? Why did the words leave his mouth so quickly – ]

It smelled of you. Earthy... raw.

[ One hand traces his chest, cupping at the side of his neck softly. ]

Did you want me to stay so badly so you could see me in such a state of undress? Oh, Zhongli, you're a perv in this form...

( zhongli proceeds to roll his eyes at him.

but that hand to his neck conjures up another smile. tentative, vulnerable.

he lifts himself up off the bedsheets and presses a warm kiss to the corner of venti’s mouth. )

You’re welcome to sleep with me, in it, if you’d like.

( he can be a little more forward. )

[ The kiss feels new. Different. Paints Zhongli in a glow of warmth that wasn't fearful. Like a kitten with no claws – but he'd never say it. He'd rather not have a meteor ruin this moment. ]

Are you sure? You may take the bed up entirely.

[ There wasn't a no. ]

Then sleep on top of me, Barbatos.

( zhongli lifts a brow at him, palms smoothing up and down his body. he closes his eyes and leans in closer, kissing venti’s lips proper, indulging in the taste of the forbidden, of what he’s wanted for so long. )

[ 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.

Freeing.

When he pulls back, he's left gasping softly: ]

We wouldn't be sleeping.

You’d keep me up all night, sweet wind?

( zhongli’s lips twitch into another smile as he catches his breath. he may be addicted to venti already. it doesn’t sound as illogical or terrifying as it once had. how intriguing.

his fingers drift along venti’s scalp and then his spine repeatedly. )

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