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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( 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. )

Maybe. [ Venti says into a sigh, nuzzling into Zhongli's features. He's so handsome, beautiful in ways that he tried his best to not notice in the past. He can't any longer. It's so clear to him. ] I've... never slept on anyone.

[ Not even in a wisp form, when he was so close to the nameless bard... And never any of his toss-away lovers. ]

( zhongli is surprised. but, maybe, he shouldn’t be. his hand shifts to cup at his friend’s cheek. )

Retirement is for new things, as you’ve said.

( trying to be encouraging here. he’s willing to try whatever … this, is. though it’ll be difficult for him not to want to talk about it. he likes clarity when dealing with others, after all. )

I’d … like to sleep beside you, while you’re in Liyue.

[ When his cheek was cupped, he lets a small huff of air escape. It feels... nice. More comfortable than he'd envisioned. There's no denial of Zhongli's words – he himself was the source. They had gone on adventures, shared drinks, and had memories they could treasure.

Before long, the request comes clear. His face lights a hot ember at his cheeks. ]

Do you snore?

[ Venti... ]

Not that I’m aware of.

( oh. that color on venti’s face is rather cute. zhongli admires it for a moment longer before his fingers drift along venti’s side and rub at his lower back. )

If you’d prefer a separate bed, I won’t begrudge you.

[ These damn touches... the bard can't help but shift around a bit anxiously...

A hand goes up to cup his palm over Zhongli's mouth. Silencing him before he cuts him off. ]

Do you... grind your teeth? Nod yes or no.

[ That'll stop him from ruining this!! ]

( he’s really not trying to turn him on again! two orgasms is sufficient for him… for now. for this exact moment. he can’t speak for an hour from now —

he blinks. and then slowly, zhongli shakes his head. that’d be a no. no teeth grinding here. )

[ They'll be the death of one another at this rate. Venti does his best to just focus. His line of questioning all the more clear. With his hand still clamped, he can't ignore how soft Zhongli's lips were... ]

And finally, do you steal the blankets?

( what on earth is this bard doing?

zhongli slowly shakes his head again. also a no. not like he’s slept beside someone in plenty of centuries, but he figures that’s a moot point right now.

he’s very compliant, for once being the god of war. )

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