[ reaching for zhongli’s cheek he guides him into a kiss, one that’s soft, slow, and deliberate. as much as he enjoys the frantic and frenzied pace at which they normally do things ( his own fault most of the time ) he wants to drag this out for as long as can be. his other hand gently paws at zhongli’s own clothes, and whine finally breaking the kiss. ] You’re wearing way too much, Xiansheng. You should unwrap yourself for me.