[ zhongli has sparked a fire in his gut, one that is spreading rapidly throughout his entire body and dialing up the heat to eleven. he makes an incoherent sound, his mind slowly but surely piecing itself together. ] …do you feel it. [ there’s not too much going on in his head, it’s a smokey haze of intense arousal that pulses with each passing second, the subtlest of touches to his tattoo causing a heated ripple that shakes him to his core and tearing a moan out of him. ] How it feels, how you make me feel…