Venti giggles, ticklish and flush, "Silly Morax. You've seen my bare skin all these years, AHNN," a hand slyly sneaks inside the cloth, stroking on the mark on his thigh, "why would you be excited with this?" A piece of cloth that doesn't seem to have a clear purpose, too thin to cover anything, too much to bare anything. A long tongue laps on his neck, making a trace along where the buttons were clasped. He bites on his lips, holding desperately on the geo-marked arms, grimacing when he feels the bites.
Both the arms now hold his whole body, his legs intuitively lock themselves by his lover's hips. Zhongli brings them to his desk which is fortunately clear of works today. Did his lover plan this? This clothes too... it's not something he can picture the proper Liyue consultant would buy. The thought makes him stiffle a laugh. "Ouch!" He whips his head, holding on the ear which is now marked with teeth. Zhongli smiles and leans in, "Pay attention now," and Venti regrets when he does as follow.
His lover's pristine clothes are in disheveled, coat long gone, tie undone and the usually tucked brown hairs falls, making a contrast to the thirst in the amber eyes. "Hehe," Venti laughs, wrapping his arms around the shoulders and nuzzles his head comfortingly.
"You should wear this kind of clothes next time too, Zhongli."
Zhongli kisses the crown of the blue hairs then to his eyelids, "do you finally get my taste?" ends with a playful nibble on the lower's lip.
"Nope! Not at all!" The former God of Freedom laughs, taking a mouthful.