[ 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. ]
no subject
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.
no subject
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. ]