@chaoticxsins replied to an ask --
Zuko's time here was magical. Such a strange land had so many magical and wounderful secrets. The Firelord was sad too leave at first, but as Venti said before, the Stranger or whatever he was called was very skilled, and created a way for Zuko and Venti to cross over and meet each other more often. Became a sort of weekend getaway for the Firelord. A place to relax.
Which explains where he was now, holding a bottle of sun lotion in his hand, and Venti laying on his stomach and exposing his back to the taller male. Zuko can do this right? Sure he can! He's spent years on a ship with many other men that would be shirtless. And they only had one shower on the ship so seeing naked men wasn't new for him. But he's never really touched a naked man before, or mostly naked even.
"Huh, sure, I can rub this on your back..." Zuko said, a noticeable blush forming on his un-scarred cheek. He sat down on the ground beside the smaller male, squeezing some of it on his hands before taking a moment to collect himself, and started rubbing the sun screen onto Venti's back starting on his shoulders.
Each weekend - or otherwise free day - that the firelord had taken to visit became greatly appreciated by the bard. Without anybody else to really confide in, he spends all of his attention on making Zuko's experience and travel throughout Teyvat interesting... Hence bringing them to the present -- where Venti had invited the other to the Golden Apple Archipelago, a getaway usually used by the Traveler, Klee, a very young girl - given the title of Spark Knight - and her friends.
Venti looks quite comfortable in his position, stretched out across a towel laying over the golden sand. "Thank you~" He sets his chin on his arms, which are folded in front of him, humming at the sensation of the cream. Getting better acquainted with the bard means much more teasing as well -- as he enjoys seeing the other so flustered. Now that they're this close, he's sure to let loose just a bit more. He nestles further into his towel, a sigh slowly escaping his lips.