[ That is the point - for Venti to not do anything at all. For this to be all Xiao's doing, his pursuit. Yes, there is a degree of worship here. There will never not be, considering how close they are and what Barbatos himself means to Xiao. It's not just that, however. This isn't about Xiao giving back to someone he owes his life to. What this is really about is his own desire that he is continuously working towards being at the forefront of his mind.
Allowing himself this desire. This want. And it is all geared towards one person and one person only right now. But Xiao isn't going to give Venti what he wants yet. He already knows that Venti is hardening with every given moment. But Xiao wants to leave a mark. So his kisses become bites. Bites become an exchange of tongue and teeth kneading skin in a way that is guaranteed to leave a mark. Let others know that he has been here. And here. And here.
Venti might have to beg him to keep going, hands working at those plump thighs - squeezing. Pulling them apart inch by inch. ]
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Allowing himself this desire. This want. And it is all geared towards one person and one person only right now. But Xiao isn't going to give Venti what he wants yet. He already knows that Venti is hardening with every given moment. But Xiao wants to leave a mark. So his kisses become bites. Bites become an exchange of tongue and teeth kneading skin in a way that is guaranteed to leave a mark. Let others know that he has been here. And here. And here.
Venti might have to beg him to keep going, hands working at those plump thighs - squeezing. Pulling them apart inch by inch. ]