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Zhongli isn’t the type to lock his phone with a password, he doesn’t think much of it if Venti wants to do anything to his phone. So when Venti asked for his phone this morning, he groggily passed it to him before heading to the toilet to wash up for work. Venti had downloaded an app onto his phone, but Zhongli, not being as tech savvy as the other man, disregarded it. He hadn't even noticed it. So when the text from Venti pinged over, he was a little confused.
From: Venti
Haven't u noticed anything new in ur phone? uwu
From: Schlongli
No? What have you done?
From: Venti
Aww, don’t say it as if I did anything bad!! >:c I downloaded an app, it's the newest app so check it out ok!!
Closing the messaging app, Zhongli hovers his fingers over the new shiny app which was purple and had a heart in the middle as its icon. Thinking it was some kind of how-many days-have-we-been-a-couple measuring app, Zhongli opens without thinking much of it. Once the app launches, the simple interface of signing in greets him. His profile had already been created by Venti before returning Zhongli’s phone. After signing in, the app gives him 2 choices, either to play locally or to play remotely. He figures that asking Venti what to do next would be better before he messes up anything.
From Schlongli
Which button should I choose?
From Venti:
Omg ur actually listening to me?!!
Locally!! Hehe c:
From Schlongli:
Ok.
Tapping on the button, the page then leads him towards a whole bunch of modes. Still not understanding the use for the app, Zhongli decides to text Venti once more for clarification.
From Schlongli:
What exactly is this app for?
From Venti:
Ehe! You reallyyy wanna know??
From Schlongli:
Yes?
From Venti:
Oki,, give me a few mins
And Zhongli waits, continuing his work of sorting through files and scanning through documents. The notification of a message rings through 10 minutes after Venti’s message.
From Venti:
[image attached]
😳😈😘
It's an image of a mirror selfie of Venti winking. He had put on a pair of black bunny ears and a little makeup on, emphasizing on his blush and his lip gloss. However, instead of the standard selfies that included his daily outfits, this time Venti sits on his side, the other hand supporting his weight as he flashes his little bubble butt, wearing an outfit that resembles a Japanese school uniform, a seifuku. Except this uniform was heavily modified to show more skin and to emphasise on the lewdness. The top of the uniform was cropped, barely covering his nipples. The mini skirt exposed absolutely everything Venti was wearing underneath, which was a black thong with orange details around the sides. But the most surprising thing in that image is the appearance of a fluffy bunny tail covering Venti’s hole.
From Schlongli:
Is that a plug?
The rabbit tail.
From Venti:
So mean!!! I put in sooo much effort into this pic and u don't even wanna acknowledge it!! >:ccc
I’m angery!! No more pics for u
From Schlongli:
I'm sorry, darling. You look very good in this photo. I appreciate the time and effort you put into taking this photo for me. Now could you answer my question?
From Venti:
Ur always such a blockhead!!!
Yes it's a toy :D and that app on your phone? It can control this little baby~
From Schlongli:
Huh. How interesting.
Darling, I have to get back to work now. I'll text you back later alright?
Zhongli is pretty sure Venti would complain about him being cruel once again so he turns the ‘do not disturb’ mode on and locks his phone. To say that the older man not being affected is a lie. He hasn't even processed what the app is for, because he is now busy trying to control the blood flow to rush south. He attempts to distract himself by reading boring reports of the fluctuation and increase of sales and keying in numerous data into his laptop, but he couldn't help himself from thinking about the scandalous picture his lover had sent.
By the time he manages to calm himself down, Zhongli decides to go for a coffee break. Unlocking his phone on the way to the pantry, the messages sent from Venti blows up. Chuckling a little, Zhongli thinks about the earful he would be getting when he gets home.
From Venti:
No!!! What the-
Helloo??? DID I NOT JUST SEND U A SEXT??
HeLLO??? How COULD U LEAVE ME HIGH AND DRY???
Zhongliiiiiiiii!!!!
Ugh. Fine. I guess you don't wanna play with me AT ALL
Hmph!! Don't you think you'll get to touch me later!! I wouldn't allow it!!!
Zhongli laughs, typing out a reply. He knows just how to make Venti forgive him easily. Zhongli was the type of guy to prefer old fashioned couple nicknames as to modernised ones. No matter how angry Venti would be with him when he doesn’t get what he wants immediately, the younger would always melt and cave in when Zhongli calls him ‘baby’.
From Schlongli:
Sorry baby, I was working.
From Venti:
And u aren’t now??
[image attached]
Hmph!!
The image, thankfully, isn't another improper image. It is of a normal selfie, with Venti’s face in displeasure, his chubby cheeks puffed out, manicured brows scrunching together and his glossy lips pressed together, forming a pout. Finding the picture endearing, Zhongli saves it in his gallery. The picture from before however, was stored in a secret folder not even Venti knows about.
From Schlongli:
Look at you, what a cute expression. And no, baby. I’m on coffee break right now.
Do you have anything you want to say before I head back to work?
From Venti:
Uh, Duh!!! When are u going to use the app huh??!
Leaving me to my own devices and to entertain myself !! >;c
From Schlongli:
Entertained yourself, huh?
From Venti:
Duh!!! Because SOMEONE decided to ignore me 🙄🙄
From Schlongli:
Is that so? Well why don’t you tell me what you did, angel.
If you do a good job, maybe I’ll reward you.
From Venti:
I doubt it :p
Buuut if u rly want to know,, hehe~
For a while, Venti doesn't reply. So Zhongli takes this opportunity to pour himself a mug of coffee and to snag a few biscuits before heading back to his office. The message comes when Zhongli is sipping on his coffee. Zhongli doesn’t think much before opening the message where a video is attached to it. The video plays automatically, and Zhongli drops his coffee onto himself and the table, effectively soiling his outfit. Luckily, he had stacked the documents neatly onto the side of the table so nothing of importance was dirtied. He was however, panicking over the video and the hot coffee on himself. He stands up abruptly, not letting the excess coffee from the table stain his suit even more. The buttons on his phone are pressed on harshly to lower the volume of Venti’s moans. His secretary rushes in to assess the commotion, fortunately, she had not heard the sinful sounds from the video.
“Mr Zhongli, are you alright?” Ganyu says, eyes darting back and forth from Zhongli’s exasperated expression and the spilled coffee. “Oh gosh, why don’t you go to the washroom to clean up? I’ll handle the desk.”
“Thank you, Ganyu. Sorry for the-” Zhongli says before getting cut off.
“It’s alright, Mr Zhongli! It’s just a small matter.” Ganyu waves him off, giving him a small smile. Zhongli nods in return, before hastily rushing to the toilet.
Once in the toilet, Zhongli pats himself dry with a few paper towels. He knows that it’s fruitless to try to get the stain out of the way and is suddenly very pleased with his choice of not wearing light washed pants today. When he is satisfied with his clean up, he goes into a cubicle and leaves the cover of the toilet seat down. He sits on the cover, retrieving his phone from his jacket pocket. Unlocking his phone, he stares at the preview of the video Venti had sent. This time, he makes sure that his phone is on mute before he plays the video. Venti was filming the video from the mirror, just like the selfie before. Still dressed in the skimpy seifuku, Venti now lies on their bed lifting both of his legs up to his chest, letting the camera capture his ass and the bunny tail plug. Using three fingers to pull the thong away from his entrance and his other hand wrapping around the fluffy tail, pulling and pushing repeatedly in him. After a few seconds, Venti positions himself a little upright, hands still pushing the toy into himself as he parts his lips to say something before winking at the camera.
All the efforts of not letting his pants tighten before this becomes fruitless, as an obvious tent becomes visible to the eye. Now raising his phone’s volume by a fraction, Zhongli rewatches the part where Venti was mouthing something.
“Won’t you teach this naughty rabbit a lesson?” Venti purrs in the video.
Whatever resolution Zhongli has in that moment snaps into two as he exits the video to call Venti. The line rings for a few seconds before being picked up. On the other side of the line, he hears Venti’s gleeful voice chiming. “Hello~~? Did you enjoy the show?”
“Wouldn’t you want to know what you did to me, little bunny?” Zhongli says, his voice a little lower than how he speaks normally. He pictures Venti visibly shuddering from the dropped timbre of his voice, in that sinful outfit.
Then comes the faux innocent tone. “Ehe~ What have I done?”
“Well for one, you made me spill hot coffee all over myself.” Zhongli states, “then you caused some trouble for Miss Ganyu too, isn’t that enough to warrant a punishment, hm?”
“Umm, I can always make it up to Miss Ganyu~” Venti chirps happily, “But you? Ahahah! You’re what, 32 and still spilling all over yourself! What are you, a big baby?”
“Well, isn't someone just bold today.” Zhongli grunts as he hears Venti giggle on the other side. Suddenly recalling the fact that Venti had been begging for him to use the app on his phone, he puts Venti on loudspeaker and goes over to the app and true to himself being a boomer, he is clueless on how to operate it.
Fiddling with the app, he finds himself on the page that says ‘Control the vibes on the fly!’ And below the text is a square with a horizontal and vertical line on it. On the top right of the box is a clip art of a rabbit and on the bottom left, a tortoise. Figuring that this should be the controls for the plug in Venti’s ass, Zhongli clicks on the rabbit. The loud moan that came abruptly after that from the phone’s speaker wasn’t surprising.
“Baa-ast-tard!!” Venti cries, his voice trembling. “You! You ju-just had to! Now, of ah, all times!”
“Oh, so you are wearing it.” Zhongli chuckles amusedly. “Of all times? What are you doing?”
Venti makes a choked sound, then sputters. “I-I'm working, you blockhead!”
“Wearing a plug while at work, what a slutty little bunny, hm?” Zhongli tuts, looking around the app to study it a little more. Curiously, he slides finger on the square, stopping at the lower left of the box. He presumes that the vibration becomes slower on the other end.
“O-only for ah! you~” Venti whines wantonly, right after the changes made to the remote. Then, Zhongli hears the frantic typing on the mechanical keyboard, then a few clicks of the mouse.
‘Ah. So he really was streaming with the plug in him.’ The thought of his lover, wearing a plug while he streams for the huge amount of people evokes a certain type of jealousy within him. ‘Is exhibitionism also a part in his kink list?’ Zhongli continues to wonder. Well, maybe he should try it out with that little minx of his in the future. Maybe in his office, where he has to hide underneath the table and be a good little boy with his mouth around his cock, warming it. Before letting his train of thought distract him further, Zhongli brings his focus back to his mischievous partner.
“You know, darling, you’re on loudspeaker right now. You wouldn't want anyone to hear you like this, would you?”
“I don’t mind~ But you do-ooh!, don’t you?” Slowly regaining stability in his voice, Venti is once again back to his normal self; cheekily rebutting Zhongli’s questions.
Annoyed by the sass Venti seems to always effortlessly throw around, Zhongli makes a disgruntled sound and swipes his finger all around the screen and eventually landing back onto the fastest setting. He knows that the intensity of the vibrations would fluctuate and increase all at once, with the intent of purposefully bringing Venti a plethora of stimulation to his prostate. The effect towards the other is immediate, the sweet cries, sharp yelping and broken moans of ‘ah!’s becoming a private choir for Zhongli.
He hears Venti drawl out his name and a smirk finds its way to his face. He paints a picture of Venti’s youthful face looking absolutely debauched and flushed, his small hands leaving his equipment to fumble around the toy in his ass. Zhongli groans, his own cock still trapped in his tight pants, neglected. Imagining the shameless image of Venti did not help but to make the blood rush further south. Just as Zhongli was about to continue tormenting Venti, the sound of the toilet door swinging open stops him in his tracks. Begrudgingly, he turns off the loudspeaker, not willing others to hear the noises his lover was making.
Placing the phone next to his ear, Zhongli continues to enjoy the sobs from Venti as he washes his hands and exits the washroom. He wants to give himself a pat on the back for choosing a longer suit today. Heading back to his office, he gives Ganyu a curt nod and returns to his desk. He locks the door upon entering his space and promptly shuts the blinds so that he wouldn't be receiving surprised visits or unwanted attention. Once inside, he sets up his wireless earbuds to connect to his phone. As the saying goes in the office, the wall has ears. And he would very much not like unassuming colleagues to have a glimpse into his sex life.
The repetitive buzzing of his phone then informs him of an incoming video call. So Venti has decided a voice call wouldn’t be enough to satisfy. Zhongli grins, accepting the call. Somehow, he still couldn’t quite bring himself to comprehend the video his phone is showing. Venti greets him with his face, all hot and bothered, just like how Zhongli had imagined it. His lip gloss is now smeared everywhere across the lower bottom of his face, making his face shiny and looking like he had drool everywhere. His hair is also messed up, with his braids unkempt, little pieces of hair sticking out. He’s still wearing the seifuku, but it now has wrinkles all over it. The camera doesn’t capture all of Venti, just up to his chest.
“Hello, darling. Aren’t you supposed to be working right now?” Zhongli furrows his brows into a frown as he continues typing on his keyboard.
“I ended th-the stream, ah! early because of a ce-ertain jerk t-today.” Venti gasps out the last part. A soft sound of shuffling registers onto the call and Zhongli makes a quick guess of Venti now sitting on their bed instead of the gaming chair in his room for streaming.
“Oh, how unfortunate.” Zhongli feigns innocence, glimpsing over to his phone. He chooses to turn the vibrator off, earning himself a sigh of contentment from the other end of the line. “What are you doing now?”
“Hmm~ I’m thinking about someone holding me in place with his big buff arms while he rams his big cock in me over and over again.” Venti’s voice is lilting, bringing one of his hands up to his chest and sliding it under the white fabric to grope at his chest. “Mm, I wish these were your hands instead. So big and calloused, everytime you play with my nipples… ooh.. The friction feels… soo…” Venti lets out a sharp inhale before glaring at Zhongli through his phone. The vibrator has been switched on again, the intensity wasn’t as strong as previously, but it still caught Venti off guard.
“Finish your sentence, darling. It’s not nice to leave people hanging.” Zhongli says, paying Venti no mind as he shifts a little from his seat. He is definitely just as affected as Venti is by listening, but he doesn’t act on his desires to annoy Venti further.
“The friction… f-feels so good.” Venti manages to choke out before letting out a breathy moan. He doesn’t stop his playing with his chest, his other hand now has disappeared out of frame. Zhongli assumes he’s playing with his own cock.
“Good boy.” Zhongli praises, earning himself a pleased high-pitched whine, which makes more blood rush towards his own cock. “Are you playing with yourself?”
“Y-yeah, wanna see?” The camera’s already shifting to show Venti’s lower half where he’s still wearing the thong. His little cock is halfway out of the tiny fabric in the front, beads of precum are gathered at the slit. It twitches a little as Venti guides it out of the thong, grasping his dick into his hands and pumps slowly while letting out shaky moans, accompanied by the soft buzzing of the vibrator.
“Why don’t you look beautiful like this, and all just for me too.” Zhongli muses, turning up the vibrations up a notch. Venti’s cries rise up in volume, his hands moving faster to match the pace of the vibrations.
“I-I wanna come on your cock, ah!” Venti admits suddenly, “Come untouched by nothing but... ah! your cock!”
Zhongli finds enough restraint within himself to drop everything and unbuckle his belt to fish his own cock out and start jerking off together with Venti. He grunts, turning the vibrator to its highest setting once more and locking the settings. Venti screams, hand furiously pumping himself now, his other hand now trying to remove the toy out of himself.
“Ah, ah.” Zhongli tuts, clicking his tongue. “Don’t you take it off now. You wanted me to play with you, but now you’re backing off?”
“I can’t! I can’t anymore!” Venti rasps, his voice now raw from all the screaming he’s done. The next second, a sudden loud moan escapes Venti’s mouth and the camera captures white ribbons of come spurting off Venti’s cock. Having just orgasmed, the intense vibrations on his prostate is driving the younger man insane. His body spazzes, trying to get away from the stimulation. His cock is now slumping, still flushed from the intense orgasm he’d just had. Venti pulls the toy out of himself, despite Zhongli’s words.
“Well now, look at this mess.” Zhongli quips, studying the video closely. The cum had landed on Venti’s chest, the vibrator thrown next to him. “This little bunny can’t even take simple orders, huh? Well I guess I have no choice but to discipline when I get home now, won’t I?”
Venti brings his face back into view, eyes glossy and face flushed with drool all over.
“Looking forward to it, Sir.” He says with half-lidded eyes, bringing his fingers up to his mouth and sucks on it, sticking his tongue out to lap on it while maintaining eye contact with the camera. He giggles and ends the call.
Zhongli couldn’t wait for working hours to end soon.