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After the Lantern Festival, Zhongli invited Venti back to his house, like the perfect host. He had traveled from so far away, after all, just to see his old friend.
He had intended to just pour him a cup of tea, something to cool him down, as his cheeks were tinged red from the brisk night air. But Venti had just made that face at him when they entered his abode, that smug little smile that only they could pull off, before taking his hand and leading him to his bedroom.
Even after all these years, Venti still remembered where his bedroom was.
On his bed, he cuddled into his lap, brushing his braids against his cheek like a cat. “C’mon Morax. It’s been so long since we’ve seen each other. I missed you.”
His cheeks warming, he smiled. “Is that so?” As he swallowed, his heart thrummed with excitement. “Have you missed me, or my cock?”
“What’s the difference?” they seductively whispered, brushing tiny kisses against his neck. Zhongli was used to firm, rough movements, as he mostly tangled with course business men or the sturdy ore of steel and stone. But Venti’s smooches were as light and airy as the wind he tamed, and they tickled him in a way no one else could.
“Fuck,” he groaned when their soft lips bit down on his neck. Like a swirling tornado, they sucked on his skin. His arms engulfed the small god, holding him so close, so close and never letting go. “Alright Venti. We can do it.” Pulling away, Venti smiled at him, licking his lips. His face was so mischievous, so devilish despite their weaker physical prowess. “But can you take my dick, Lord Barbatos? You were only able to do it before because we prepared you so often.”
He laughed, their voice wafting through the air like wind chimes. “Don’t worry, Morax. I prepped myself for your shaft before I came to Liyue.”
He grinned at that, surprised at how blunt they could be. He had missed that. “Alright, Barbatos. Bend over then.”
Venti smiled, wriggling in his lap as they pulled their clothes off. He practically danced as he unbuttoned his cape, letting it fall to the floor behind them, grinding against his length as he removed his vest, his shirt. And then it was just his shorts, those tiny shorts that framed his perfect hips and ass. Sighing, Zhongli stroked their thighs, pinching the skin through his thin tights. His phallus pulsed at the way their skin flitted easily between his fingers.
“You too, old man,” the wind whispered, floating past both his ears. The wind god’s tiny, nimble fingers unbuttoned his coat, as they continued to curve against his groin. Arching his back, he desperately pushed off his jacket before gripping at his own crotch, rubbing at his already erect penis.
But Zhongli had grown impatient with the wind’s mild, lazy blowing. So he picked them up, ignoring the way they yelped in surprise, throwing them down onto the mattress. He pulled down his own pants, taking out his wood, watching the way Venti’s eyes widened as he looked at it. He practically ripped their own shorts off, possibly actually ripped his leggings as he pulled those off, too, gasping at the way his dong pulsed at seeing the wind spirit’s naked form.
They were ethereally gorgeous, just as they were hundreds of years ago. Their cheeks flushed apple-red, their small chest heaving as they breathed in anticipation, they wiggled their hips in preparation. His hair had begun to glow, his ecstasy and god form beginning to overtake him. And his precious eyes, the color of emerald ore, glowed up at him. They were precious and cute and his. Desperate to take him once more, he leaned down, kissing him, even as he gasped and sputtered beneath him. Zhongli never gave him enough time for air, but he didn’t really need it. He had him.
They whined under his embrace, wrapping their arms around his neck as they kissed each other, lips and tongue slotting together. But then Morax pulled back, gently pulling his arms down with a kiss. “Let’s see if you’ve really prepared yourself for me.”
He pushed his legs open, looking at the wind god’s tiny little hole. As promised, it had been prepared for him. Not nearly enough for his ginormous donger, but they could certainly make do. Still, as he pumped his dragon, smirking down at him, he couldn’t help but tease. “This is what you call preparing for me? It seems you’ve forgotten my true power.”
Venti only giggled. “Oh, silly me. Perhaps I wanted to take your muscle stick as tightly as I could. Have you forgotten that I like it when it hurts a little?”
He could only grin. “Of course not.”
Sticking his self lubricating wand against his hole, he thrust inside, watching as their back arched as they moaned. Had Venti been the god of geo, his moan would have surely caused an earthquake. But luckily, he was not, so with a teary sigh, they lowered their hand to themselves, pumping at their winkie.
Grabbing the sheets for stability, Zhongli fucked his dude piston into them again and again, biting his lip as he watched them flinch and moan beneath him. They were such a little slut for his geosword, whining and clenching against him, even as they barely fit him inside their tight little hole. Like the whore they were, Venti reached down for their own flesh flute, thumbing at his slit before stroking his tan philanemo mushroom.
Ah, he had missed him. Venti was so utterly beautiful, his body and yogurt shotgun bouncing up and down beneath him as he fucked them. His face was flushed red, tears cradled in the corners of his beautiful eyes. They had been apart for too long, too long. It had been eons since he could fuck his heat-seeking moisture pillar into their lithe figure. Teary eyed himself, whether from the pressure or from the longing, he continued, tearing his one eyed dragon into their hole, groaning at how good it had felt. It had been so long since he’d fucked a living being, too terrified to hurt a non-immortal person with his ginormous dragon choad. He was so happy to have Venti back in his arms, no matter how temporary.
He groaned as they began to finally accept him, all his sticky lube squelching around their tight hole and his thick boba launcher. Grunting, his face flushed red, he dared to ask, “Do you think you can take two now?”
Their voice vibrating with every thrust, they could only nod. Smiling, he paused his plunging, stretching their hole down with his nails. He watched as they screamed as he inserted his second treasure hoarder spawn hammer, flinching every which way against the bed. He’d have to send the neighbors an apology gift basket later.
Grunting as loudly as when he fought off several hundred men, he fucked his thousand meter long azdaha dongs into the wind god again and again. They took it well, like the good little whirlwind vortex they were, moaning his many names like it was the only language they had ever known. Grinning to himself, his hips slapping against their thighs, he striked into them again and again. Waging war on him with just his golden headed yogurt slingers.
Gasping and sputtering, tears and drool dripping down his face, Venti reached up with his arms. Like the good geo daddy he was, he accepted him. They were clinging onto him so tightly, and it reminded him of how strong and protective he felt towards him. He wanted to hold him like this all the time, to protect him from the world. Both of his golden-helmeted warriors of eternal love throbbed inside them, stretching at his walls, pushing at his sweet spot again and again. And then Venti was cumming, moaning into Morax’s shoulder, sweaty hands pressed into his back. The sticky white substance landed on his chiseled abs, and the intimacy of it all made him cum too. He moaned into his partner, his double encrusted pump action polearm twitching inside of him, his insides feeling jittery and alive. He felt his excess of semen fill them up, watched the way they hiccuped in response. Smiling, he took satisfaction at knowing that he had given them a meal that would keep them full for days.
When his body relaxed, his mind returning to earth, it was to Venti shivering underneath his body. His glowing braids spewn across the pillow, he looked so small and precious against him. Watching as their chest heaved beneath them, Rex Lapis realized that he felt indestructible when they were together. He could tell scratch marks ran down his back, and the fact that he hadn’t noticed till now made him feel inviolable. Venti looked up at him, tears still in his eyes and their lips quivering, and Zhongli couldn’t help but kiss him. So hard, so passionately that they both fell to the bed together, grinning at each other with the kind of love that only old, dear friends could.