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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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. )

[ Finally, Venti relinquishes his hand from against Zhongli's mouth. Pulling back – he just sits properly on Zhongli's lower stomach giving a thumbs up in a cheeky kind of way. ]

...Then I suppose your bed would be best.

[ To clarify: ]

Together. Since your guest bed is horrible.

( why does venti have to be so difficult about this? then again? it’s venti. shouldn’t zhongli know better? )

Not because you’d like to spend the night?

( RUTHLESS REX LAPIS. )

[ Because after centuries of dancing back and forth... of wondering and restraint – they were here. As they were. They still don't talk about what they are or what they wanted.

They were bare, but still so closed off. ]

That may be a motivator... [ And sharply: ] How badly do you want me to spend the night? Right here... rooted in this bed of yours?

( it seems if anyone is going to push for more transparency, it’s going to be zhongli, evidently. not like he minds being the forward one.

his hand squeezes at venti’s hip as his brows furrow. )

You wouldn’t be rooted, persay. But if you didn’t opt to spend the night in here, with me, I would be disappointed.

( not mad, just disappointed. which is worse, venti? )

[ The grip on his hip was forceful enough to sober him up. He chews his bottom lip, lost in a thought... thinking of how far they've come. How they're adapting to this call... ]

You make a compelling argument. A wash of disappointment across a dear friend's face... it would break my heart.

[ He leans down, scooping Zhongli's jawline into his grasp. ]

I'll stay the night with you, Morax.

Nights, Barbatos.

( now who is a demanding god? now that he’s had a taste, maybe he’s a little less reluctant to let things fall between his fingertips. he won’t outright admit that he has feelings so strong for barbatos they dizzy him, not yet, but this much firm kindness he can afford the both of them. )

Nights...

[ He sighs in appreciation, at the thought of many nights passing with Zhongli by his side. The bed had certain done its fair job of keeping him satisfied, but now? Not so much. The promise of Zhongli next to him was different... encouraging... ]

Nights it is, Morax. Many of them.

( zhongli cups venti’s cheek, then, admiring the pretty teal and cyan of his eyes. he’s quiet for a second, simply breathing, before he brushes a gentle kiss to venti’s lips. )

Barbatos, I…

( old man, not knowing how to put any of his feelings into words.

he’s never had to. )

[ Such closeness... he never thought he'd need it. They were happy as friends, weren't they...? Did he miss any cues? Any lingering glances? ...Did Venti ignore his own interest at bothering the Liyue leader during their prime?

He unravels centuries of doubt, but holds them to himself. Would his flirtations truly have been returned if he just pushed... a little more? ]

Sh... I know.

[ How difficult it may be to find the words. Barbatos of all having a time to return a sentiment? Ha! He's left deepening a kiss, letting his hair dance down against Zhongli's features. ]

Do you really?

( he doesn’t mean to push too hard, to question venti. he’s just now understanding what he’s been feeling so strongly over the centuries. a warm ember that’s grown into a wildfire.

zhongli returns the kiss, chasing that high, smoothing his tongue along venti’s lips.

he knows patience is a virtue. but perhaps he’s waited long enough. )

[ The bard had done well not to be burnt. Not since the fall of Old Mondstadt. Not since he kept himself so fleeting that no one could hold him.

But Zhongli did. He keeps him for seemingly a month, but there was something else…

Something that feels longing — perhaps further than he’d like to admit.

When he pries his lips away, his forehead pressed to Zhongli with a huff. ]

Use your words, Zhongli.

( zhongli loops his arms loosely around venti’s waist. when they have their foreheads pressed together, he feels like time truly does stand still; like it’s even more inconsequential than usual for these immortals. )

Venti. I— don’t exactly do this, ( to which he accents with a brush of his fingers along venti’s waist. ) normally. It’s not something I consider casual.

( old man. )

[ Venti, at his root, can be selfish. Perhaps hearing Zhongli speak – to expand his inner thoughts – would help encourage his own. He had been so sure that he lost Morax and that fear still settles with him. ]

So you're telling me... you aren't Liyue's most eligible bachelor? I don't know... the way the shopkeeps have looked at you...

[ He deflects a serious declaration with his jest – and he sobers up almost immediately. Why does he always do that..? A hand comes up, clutching his neck, holding onto him softly. ]

We haven't... even done much. Yet, I mean. [ Sly with his words, he's honest. ] Do you want to, ahaha.. ...see where the wind takes us?

[ He's not exactly sure how to word anything, lost in a haze of interest that he feels embarrassed to pursue now after so long. ]

( yet.

zhongli’s pulse is quick, full of warmth and adrenaline. he watches venti with close attentiveness, endearingly so.

where the wind takes us? )

As long as I’m near you, yes. ( keeping things flowing as always. but zhongli feels … inclined to want to put something more into cement. )

I don’t view any of this as casual.

[ The conversation was a fresh wound, in a sense. Their losses, while centuries old, still toes into unfamiliar territories. They had loved and lost. They have sacrificed lives filled with companionship with duty and freedom.

When Zhongli speaks, Venti gulps. ]

How can it be casual if it's new? This... ha, whatever we are right now... It wasn't what we started with when I arrived.

[ What changed? He's a fool for thinking something had – beyond their own courage to seek for more. ]

It's a little exciting, isn't it?

( it’s irrefutably true. they’re no longer what they were when venti first rode in on the winds.

they may never be that again.

venti’s last few words bring a twitch of a smile to the immovable lips of immovable stone. )

Only you would call it that. ( but he goes to cup venti’s cheek, thumb tracing a cheekbone. )

Should I be plain, then?

I'm not wrong. [ He thinks he can get off easy. To be fleeting and slip between the cracks of this newly built foundation. It'd be cruel to ignore it, but Venti looks down to Zhongli and thinks of what the people of Liyue saw – of a dead Rex Lapis.

It was only after having experienced the fear of losing him did things begin to click.

He gulps at the lingering uncertainty, but the tenderness he shows ushers him away from olden times. Venti works best working towards a future while honoring the past, after all. ]

You? Plain? If you believe you're capable... [ But, Venti as impulsive. He can't just wait for an answer – ] It doesn't matter... whatever you want, I think... hm. I'm fairly certain I want it too, Zhongli.

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