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Venti waited on the bed while Oliver finished up in the shower. The bard had decided to plan a teasing little surprise for the moment he stepped out. He had seen the look in Oliver's eyes earlier; he knew the human wanted to do much more than just kiss.
Since the hotel room was off the booking registry, Venti knew no one else would be coming up to bother them. They could enjoy some private, sexy time together. Venti figured it would be fun to do it here in a room with an actual bed.
He had completely stripped out of his clothes, tossing his usual bard attire carelessly onto the floor. He sat entirely naked on the bed, back arched, his hands resting behind him on the frim mattress.
After a little while, Oliver finally swung the bathroom door open. "Okay, that felt good." He had one towel wrapped around his waist and was using another to finish drying his hair. "I really needed that." He lowered the towel from his head. "Is there any way I can get new clothes, though? Like, anywhere? These really stink—"
Oliver froze mid-sentence the second his eyes landed on Venti's display. The bard giggled gently, biting his lip.
Oliver's breath hitched. He already knew Venti was beautiful, but seeing his body illuminated by the soft hotel lights rather than dim moonlight hit him in a completely different way. "Oh, wow..." Oliver stammered, his eyes wide. "Y-You... You're hot..."
Venti let out another quick giggle. "Did you not know that already~?" he winked. Then, with a smooth, small movement, the bard swung his leg over and laid back flat on the mattress instead of sitting at the edge. With his slim, twink frame now on full display, he let his penis show more, stretching his arms above his head to tease Oliver even further.
"You told me that you liked penises like mine—" Venti reached down, picking up his own flaccid length and gently rolling it between his fingers. "Now that you're seeing it in better lighting, is it really okay for you?"
Oh, it was definitely more than okay. It certainly wasn't big. "D-Does it get bigger when it's hard?" Oliver involuntarily stammered. "Or does it stay the same size?"
Venti smiled warmly. "It stays the same size. Ollie, I'm not that big, haha."
Oliver smiled back, nodding eagerly. "Okay."
Moving his hands away from his cock, Venti arched his back invitingly. "Okay, your turn~," he winked.
"Uh... do you want me to be shirtless too? And... and pantless?"
Venti nodded. "If you want," he purred. "I'd personally want you to. It'll make this even more hot."
Oliver climbed onto the bed, then dropped to his knees right in front of Venti. The bard laid before him in that steamy, inviting position. Biting his lip gently, Oliver undid the towel wrapped around his waist.
Venti watched him with a highly sensual gaze, his eyes widening slightly as the towel finally hit the bed, revealing Oliver's already hardened dick. Venti let out a soft, amused chuckle. "Already want me, don't you~?" he teased softly. But this was Oliver's time to pleasure him; Venti had promised he'd let him.
"Come on~," Venti coaxed, reaching down to playfully wiggle his own member between his fingers again. "Come play with it~."
Oliver's own shaft twitched in response to seeing Venti touch himself so openly. He slowly got onto all fours and crawled his way over the mattress toward the bard. Straddling Venti's legs, he looked down at the ethereal boy beneath him.
Venti was undeniably beautiful. He had a slight hourglass waist—his hips weren't massive, but they held a softer, more feminine curve than most guys. Oliver's eyes trailed down to Venti's thighs, which were beautifully plump and soft. Gently, Oliver traced his fingers down the smooth skin from the base of Venti's waist to the tops of his legs.
Venti giggled, smiling up brightly as he watched Oliver explore.
Oliver's gaze eventually shifted to Venti's belly button. The navel looked distinctly different under the hotel lighting—it was a deep, vertical slit-innie, and the sight of it made Oliver's heart thump wildly.
Noticing the human's fixation, Venti teasingly lifted his arm, lowered his hand to his own midriff, and pressed a finger deep into his navel. "Hmm~ You can play with my belly button if you want~." He dug his finger around inside the sensitive dip, wiggling it playfully.
Oliver's heart pounded against his ribs. Before reaching out, he glanced up at Venti's face, silently asking for permission.
Venti, of course, nodded enthusiastically.
Oliver gently stroked a finger down from the top of Venti's midriff, letting it graze right over the opening of his navel before dipping lower to the base of Venti's shaft. The light sensation pulled a gentle giggle from Venti's lips.
Reaching back up, Oliver trailed his fingers down the bard's soft stomach once more. But this time, instead of just grazing over the belly button, he dipped his finger inside and wiggled it around.
"Erk~," Venti bit his lip, a tiny, breathy sound escaping his mouth. He tried desperately not to laugh too much. He genuinely wanted Oliver to mess with his belly button, knowing how much the human adored it, but his navel was just far too sensitive.
Pulling his finger out of the sensitive dip, Oliver finally moved his attention to Venti's penis. He gently gripped the shaft, rolling the flaccid length around his fingers.
Venti arched his back slightly, a soft noise slipping out. "Hmm~," he hummed, fluttering his eyes closed. Oliver continued the light, teasing play, letting his thumb find the sensitive tip to rub it gently.
"Ermm~," Venti moaned softly, his fingers curling into the bedsheets beneath him. "Oh~."
After a little more of the teasing manual stimulation, Oliver lowered his upper body until he was lying flat on his stomach, his face hovering mere inches from Venti's crotch. "Can I lick it?" he asked softly.
Venti nodded eagerly. "You don't need to ask, cutie," he breathed. "Do whatever you want to me~."
A lustful, eager smile spread across Oliver's face. Venti's shaft was finally beginning to harden, the small penis sticking straight up. Oliver leaned in close, pressing a tender kiss to the tip before opening his mouth and letting his tongue swirl around the sensitive head.
The shaft hardened even further. It wasn't too big, and it wasn't too small—to Oliver, it was absolutely perfect. Opening wider, he took Venti completely into his mouth, working his head rhythmically back and forth.
"Ahh~!" Venti cried out, overwhelmed by the wet, hot sensation of Oliver's mouth engulfing him. "Oh, Ollie~ That feels so good~."
Oliver continued to suck Venti's penis, his eyes fluttering shut as he fully enjoyed the taste of the bard's skin. Eventually, he pulled off with a soft pop, grasping the wet shaft in his hand to stroke it up and down. As he jacked Venti off, he crawled further up the bard's body.
Venti watched him approach with a dazed, blissed-out expression. He knew exactly what Oliver wanted, and he was more than ready for it.
Their lips crashed together in a passionate, heavy make-out session while Oliver continued to rhythmically squeeze and stroke the bard's dick. "You're so gentle~," Venti praised breathlessly between sloppy kisses. "I love how you do things."
Oliver pulled back from his lips just enough to press a sweet kiss to Venti's cheek, never stopping his hand's movements.
Venti bit his lip, fiercely savoring every single sensation. He hadn't felt this good in so long; he'd forgotten how incredible it was to share this kind of intimacy with someone he truly cared for. And Oliver? Oh, how much he was beginning to love him.
"Oliver~ I'm gonna cum~," he warned breathlessly. "Do you wanna suck it, or just... keep rubbing me?"
Oliver chose to keep rubbing, his hand moving in quick, slick strokes up and down the small shaft.
Venti arched his back sharply as his first load shot out over his own stomach. "Ahh~!" he cried out, biting his lip as a second wave followed. He snuggled closer to Oliver, who was lovingly pressing open-mouthed kisses to his neck.
Panting softly, Venti finally relaxed against the mattress. "That was so good," he sighed happily. Leaning his head to the right, he pressed a tender kiss to Oliver's cheek, and then to his lips. They lingered there for a long moment before pulling away. "So good~."
Oliver smiled, letting out a bubbly giggle as he laid his full weight down on Venti, their naked, sweat-slicked bodies pressing flush against each other.
Venti wrapped his arms securely around Oliver's waist, rubbing soothing circles into his bare back.
The friction and the sheer intimacy of it all pushed Oliver right over the edge. Unable to help himself, he came right then and there, his own climax shooting out to splatter warmly against Venti's stomach. "Errrk~," Oliver gasped out.
"S-Sorry," he mumbled shyly, immediately burying his flushed face into the crook of Venti's neck.
Venti just smiled fondly. "What are you sorry for, baby?" Teasingly, Venti swiped a finger through the fresh cum on his stomach, bringing it right up to his lips to lick it clean.
The sight of Venti tasting him was so incredibly hot to Oliver that he just whined softly and snuggled even tighter against the bard.
"So good~," Venti purred, licking his lips.
Still lying heavily on top of him, Oliver pressed lazy kisses to Venti's chest, eventually finding his left nipple. Getting slightly carried away, he began to gently lick and swirl his tongue around the sensitive nub.
Venti beamed, a fresh wave of pleasure washing over him. "Did cutie find a new part of me to like~?" he teased affectionately.
Oliver giggled, suddenly feeling shy all over again. He hid his face by burying it deep into Venti's neck once more, basking in the bard's radiant warmth. He felt Venti's hand gently stroking his hair, followed by a soft kiss to the crown of his head. Oliver hugged him even tighter.
Venti continued his soft, rhythmic petting, rubbing Oliver's hair and tracing small circles on his back. "You okay, Ollie? You're being all shy again~."
Oliver didn't respond at first. Then, he quickly lifted his head, pressed a lightning-fast peck to Venti's lips, and dove right back into his hiding spot against Venti's neck.
All Venti could do was laugh. "You're so silly," he cooed, pulling Oliver a little closer. "You wanna play with my belly button some more?"
Oliver's face burned even redder. "B-But you're always so sensitive there," he mumbled into Venti's skin. "You always laugh and squirm."
Venti snorted playfully. "That's the fun part~."
Oliver blushed harder. "I'd want to, but maybe we should get going. W-What if those people come in here? The hotel owner? Or the cleaners, or whoever?"
Venti laughed softly, his chest rumbling against Oliver's. "I told you already, the room is closed for today," he reassured him. "But fine. If it'll make you feel more comfortable, we can head back to Mondstadt." He pressed one final, lingering kiss to Oliver's forehead. "Come on, cutie," he sighed happily. "I'm kinda craving my wine~."
Oliver let out a soft, fond laugh. "Of course you are."