None of you will receive gifts for a week in retaliation but let’s watch how long that lasts

“I um...” Her face is quick to heat up. “But... it’s something private... it wouldn’t be right...” She was a little jealous though...

❝ I'm going to have to ask you to take your punishment in silence. ❞

He tugs on Morax’s pantleg “How come.... How come catalyst geo users only throw rocks? Can they make big pillars to trap gods like you do? Or...Ummm make big hands to throw enemies into the sea? Is that what you did?” 

“Well, someone is being needy. Did I not just spend the whole day with you already?” He asks unclipping his cape, he could make a show of this, He turned his back to the other slowly unlacing the corset, he hummed tossing it to join his cape,  He looked over his shoulder at the Geo archon amused, “Men in Liyue are always so demanding.” He slipped off the button up baring pale shoulders to the other, the pale blue markings that gave way to his sprite form no longer hidden. He could never hide fully what he was, a former wisp crafted from the “caring” winds of an old god.   Venti pulled off his hat spinning it around his finger slipping out of his shoes. He stepped over the shirt walking towards Morax.  “It seems...Like anyone gets a taste Mondstadt they crave more and more.”  He shook his head standing infront of the other.  He tilted his head undoing the braids humming. “Poor Morax, always so needy despite his contract being fulfilled.” Venti’s fingers slipped into the waste band of his shorts and tights humming.  “You only get one hour Morax. After that, I have plans.” He informed the other smiling letting the tights slip down slowly. “Oh! And you said to strip and sit in your lap for an hour. That means no touching beyond that Morax.” He stood up Stepping out of his last bit of clothing. He hummed taking his seat on the Geo Archon’s lap leaning back into the other’s chest.   “Just one hour Morax. Then you loose me till you can catch me again. Though who knows, I maybe snuggling up to my favorite Yakasha.” He shifted about till he was comfortable. “And your hour starts....”  “Now. Oh lord of contracts.”  

“We. Do. Not. Lose.” A flash of vicious teeth and seemingly glowing eyes, the look of brief anger and it was gone just as quick as it appeared. Not a threat. Never a threat. “But I’m not worried.” His grip loosens, leaning forward to brush his lips against the side of Morax’s mouth. “You’re certain to win.”

@steadfastcommerce: Gently lays on Childe. Sleepy time. | On his chest @visicnbcrn: He makes a nest out of the harbingers hair, gently nomming his orange locks. Soft and barely there chinly tail curling around his face @lapisxdei: Another chonky dragon moves to lay on the Childe. Of course he decides to lay on top of the man's face like the little rebel he is. The little chonk of course leaves room for the human to breath, but yes...he will curl up on top of the Childe's head.

❝ I'm— fine. Thank you. ❞