[ He rumbles noncommittedly, a half challenge for Venti to see if he will remember it or not.
Though his is not really keeping track. No. Zhongli is much more interested in dipping down enough that he can start pressing rough kisses down the length of Venti's throat. With just enough teeth to leave the skin a pleasantly flushed pink from his efforts. ]
[ It might be more challenging than Venti made it out to be, the whole saying nothing thing -- since he opens his mouth to say three different things before abandoning the effort. He offers Zhongli a satisfied hum instead, throat bobbing under his lips, fingers continuing to toy with the stray ends of his hair. Each tug coinciding with the press of Zhongli's lips.
[ No talking doesn't mean no whining. He's still allowed that much!
Which he does, the very moment teeth enter the picture. And he might get distracted for a looong moment imagining long, dangerous dragon teeth, so very close to the life-beat in his throat. Talons to match, too, perhaps--
Shame.
Maybe another time.
For now he tilts his head back and draws his hands appreciatively up Zhongli's back. ]
[ That sounds just pulls a different smile from him, no less confident as Zhongli moves with confidence in all things. But perhaps a little more tender that Venti is willing to be a touch vulnerable beneath him.
Zhongli takes the hands as encouragement, moving further down his body to press lighter kisses against his chest and down the plane of his stomach.
One hand shifts so that he can delicately stroke the place where Venti's wings and shoulderblades meet. ]
[ The wings shift, the faintest quivering in response to those fingers so close to an area so sensitive. Venti doesn't bother masking the reaction at all, letting Zhongli feel each twitch and shift of downy feathers.
He peels one eye open to peer up at Zhongli's expression, smiling to himself when he does. ]
It takes one to know one, Mr. Zhongli.
[ So much for not talking.
To punctuate his point -- he finishes the top buttons of Zhongli's shirt, enough to push it off his shoulders, at least, revealing the geo-etched skin beneath. He traces each line with all the fascination of wind meeting its antithesis. ]
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[ Using his grip on Zhongli's hair to pull him in until they're nose-to-nose ]
I want to fuck your pebble-shaped brains out.
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I believe this would proceed more smoothly if you were as forthcoming in the future.
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The poet in me is weeping, but I cannot deny the evidence before my eyes.
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[ And then blandly, as if he was not looking up at Venti's smug face ]
Also I believe it is my turn to---
[ What did the youth call it now? ]
Top.
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Huh . . . ? Hey, you're keeping track?!
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I keep track of many things.
1/3
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No.
I don't want to know. Forget it.
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Fine, I don't care. As long as I'm close to you, I win, hehe~
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Are you sure you do not wish to know?
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[ As he uses the leverage on Venti's hips to roll them over so that he is on top ]
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Okay, okay . . . you can tell me, and then if I don't want to hear it after all, I get to shut you up.
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Or.
I could tell you at the end.
It's a rare moment for me. Where I do not want to be distracted with words.
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[ He pauses his own ministrations to help ease his clothing off, fingers sliding through Zhongli's loose hair ]
Very well. I may be a lover of words, but I know the value of silence, sometimes.
Don't think I'll forget, though.
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Though his is not really keeping track. No. Zhongli is much more interested in dipping down enough that he can start pressing rough kisses down the length of Venti's throat. With just enough teeth to leave the skin a pleasantly flushed pink from his efforts. ]
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Fair enough, Mr. Zhongli. Challenge accepted. ]
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There.
He knew you could do it.
And slips down to press another kiss at the hollow his throat, teeth scraping against the collar bone. ]
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Which he does, the very moment teeth enter the picture. And he might get distracted for a looong moment imagining long, dangerous dragon teeth, so very close to the life-beat in his throat. Talons to match, too, perhaps--
Shame.
Maybe another time.
For now he tilts his head back and draws his hands appreciatively up Zhongli's back. ]
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Zhongli takes the hands as encouragement, moving further down his body to press lighter kisses against his chest and down the plane of his stomach.
One hand shifts so that he can delicately stroke the place where Venti's wings and shoulderblades meet. ]
Beautiful.
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He peels one eye open to peer up at Zhongli's expression, smiling to himself when he does. ]
It takes one to know one, Mr. Zhongli.
[ So much for not talking.
To punctuate his point -- he finishes the top buttons of Zhongli's shirt, enough to push it off his shoulders, at least, revealing the geo-etched skin beneath. He traces each line with all the fascination of wind meeting its antithesis. ]