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An Ode to Him

A love letter, from me to Him, may the world know how much I adore Him, may the God's smite me, burn me, for I will never love anyone as much as I love him. He is everything, my Sun, my Moon and the Air I breathe.

The soft glow of evening twilight draped itself over the town, turning the mundane into something beautifully ethereal. There was someone in my life, amidst this daily tapestry, who stood out in his own charmingly peculiar way.

The first time I realized just how unique he was, we were standing beneath a canopy of stars. He squinted up, his brow furrowed in thought, before earnestly declaring, "Those aren't stars, those are helicopters." And on a gentle stroll through a garden, he'd once pointed to a tulip, a gleam in his eye, and asked, "Isn't that rose beautiful?" He wasn't lacking intelligence; rather, he painted the world in strokes only he could see.

I remember one balmy evening, as I was prepping potatoes for our dinner, I'd sent him to fetch bread and mayonnaise. The scent of the potatoes boiling felt warm and familiar, just like the sensation of waiting for him to return. But when he stepped through the door, there was an excited gleam in his eyes, like a child who'd just discovered a new toy. He had, in his hands, a new bag of potatoes, potato bread, and a quirky-looking light mayonnaise. "It was on sale!" he'd said, holding the mayonnaise up as though he'd unearthed a treasure. "And look how cool this bottle is!"

His quirks didn't end there. Whenever it was time to change our daughter's diaper, he'd groan audibly, almost theatrically. But there was an art to how he did it. In the quiet space of our daughter's room, with the soft hum of a lullaby playing, he'd transform the mundane task into a joyful experience. Like a seasoned basketball player, he'd toss the used diaper with precision, and I'd catch glimpses of him shaking the powder bottle, dancing as though it were a maraca. Our daughter's laughter would echo through the house, proof of the love and joy he brought into our lives with his every dance and gesture.

"'Life is meant to be lived joyfully,' he'd say, and with every step, every dance, and every laugh, he reminded us of that very sentiment.

Bathed in the soft, muted glow of our shared living space, he would sit, a sea of paper surrounding him. To anyone outside, he might have seemed an ardent lover of books, a voracious reader. But in truth, he wasn’t. He was content with reading perhaps a single book a year, often not even finishing that. Yet, every evening, he would delve deep into the drafts I spun throughout the day — stories filled with whispers of passion, intriguing mysteries, and thrilling turns.

Each page he turned seemed to be a journey of its own. I could often hear the gentle rustle of paper, punctuated by his giggles whenever he encountered moments of tenderness between my characters. At unexpected twists, a dramatic gasp would escape him, and I would smile from across the room, finding his reactions both endearing and insightful. He became a part of the tales I penned, and in many ways, he breathed life into them.

And then, once he had combed through the day's work, his eyes, bright and eager, would seek mine. "Is there more?" he'd inquire, the thirst for more of my words evident in his voice. His enthusiasm wasn't for the act of reading itself but for the world I was crafting, and perhaps, for the glimpse it gave him into the inner workings of my mind.

In the quietude of our nights, we'd sit together, brainstorming ideas. His eyes would twinkle, reflecting the stars or perhaps those "helicopters" he so whimsically spoke of, as he ventured into realms of creativity. It was in these moments that the lines blurred between writer and reader, between the creator and the muse. Together, we wove tales, the world outside fading away as our shared imagination took flight.

Amidst the soft glow of evening lights, our shared space became an intimate canvas of memories, emotions, and whispered secrets. Nights with him were an orchestra of emotions, from passionate crescendos in the bedroom to gentle melodies of shared moments in the living room. The texture of his laughter, the warmth of his touch, the comfort in his presence—these became the sweet refrains of my existence.

Yet, in those quiet moments when doubt crept in, I often felt like I was falling short, not offering enough, not being the partner he deserved. Those insecurities, like shadows, would loom large, painting my perception with strokes of inadequacy.

But he, with his impeccable timing and boundless affection, always seemed to sense my inner turmoil. Those instances would be marked by his sudden, almost startled gaze, as though he had just witnessed something supernatural. His hand, warm and reassuring, would reach for my face, feeling my skin as if trying to discern the cause of my distant demeanor. "Are you insane?" he'd exclaim, his voice filled with a mix of concern and playful admonishment. And before I could respond, his lips would find mine, showering me with fervent kisses. Each one served as a reminder of his unwavering love and the bond that tethered us, even amidst the ebb and flow of our shared life.

There exists, in the vast tapestry of humanity, a man who stands apart. In a world that places so much value on names and labels, he often struggles with recalling the very monikers that identify people. I remember the first month after we met; it felt like a playful dance of him trying and failing to remember my name. But then, something shifted.

Now, he rarely calls me by that name. Instead, his voice, rich and warm, dubs me with titles that feel like poetry: Darling, Flower, Sun. I am his Star, his Moon, and the very essence of his world. Sometimes, I tease myself with the thought that perhaps he's forgotten my name again, seeking solace in these endearments. Yet, when the weight of a moment settles upon us, and seriousness laces his tone, he articulates my full name. Not the short, familiar version most use, but the entirety of it. In those moments, his gaze holds an intensity, a tempestuous storm of emotions. While I find it achingly captivating, I'm also painfully aware of the battle raging within him, a battle I yearn to soothe but know will likely always be a part of him.

Hugging him is a journey of emotions. As my arms wrap around him, my fingers often graze the raised, rough texture of scars on his back, hidden beneath the fabric of his shirt. Each scar tells a story, silent witnesses to the pain he endured. Every time I touch them, an involuntary shiver runs down my spine, my mind momentarily conjuring images of what he might've suffered. Who, or what, could've inflicted such marks? The unanswered questions linger, a testament to the layers and mysteries that make up the man I love so deeply.

The intricate tapestry of life is woven with threads of decisions, chance encounters, and fleeting moments. Looking back, the weight of that day when I chose to fill out those documents becomes palpable. It's almost surreal, thinking how the minutiae of life, the seemingly insignificant choices we make, can reshape our entire destiny.

Had I chosen another day, had I missed the rhythmic hum of the bus, the clatter of the train, or the soft bell of the tram, our paths might not have crossed again. These thoughts send a cold shiver down my spine, tears pooling in my eyes. The mere idea of a world without him, the love of my life, feels like a bleak, colorless void.

The universe conspired, time and fate aligning perfectly for our paths to intertwine once more. And now, with every beat of my heart, I am reminded of how profoundly grateful I am for those seemingly arbitrary decisions. For in their wake, they gifted me a lifetime with him—a gift I would not exchange for all the treasures in the world.

A decade ago, the world seemed a different place through my eyes, tinted with hues of melancholy and resignation. The notion of solitude felt like an inevitable destination, echoing the stories I believed to be universal for people like me. Every moment felt like a testament to a future of isolation, where happiness and familial warmth were mere fantasies.

But today, as I stand amidst the tapestry of love, connection, and warmth, I yearn to reach back through the corridors of time. I wish I could sit beside that younger version of myself, with his heavy heart and clouded vision. I'd wrap an arm around him, letting him know that the narrative he's written for himself isn't set in stone. That the future is a vast, unpredictable expanse, and joy can come knocking in the most unexpected moments.

I'd tell him to hold on, to trust in the universe's mysterious ways, and to believe in the unforeseen twists that life holds. For sometimes, even in our darkest hours, destiny has a way of surprising us, rewriting our stories in ways we'd never imagined.

And so, In the vast expanse of the universe, he stands out like a lone beacon. Like a tempest that rages, fierce and unbridled in the open sky, his spirit is both tumultuous and captivating. Yet, juxtaposed against this wild energy, he is also the solitary flower that blooms in the barren meadow, a symbol of resilience, hope, and unmatched beauty. He is a study in contrasts, a melody of chaos and calm. And amidst these paradoxes, he has become the center of my world, the very essence of all my love stories. He is the love of my life.

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Behind the screen

Hey Tumblr,

It’s Alex. Just your average writer with a penchant for diving deep into literature and weaving tales. Russian lit? Yep, big fan. Between Tolstoy, Chekhov, and the unparalleled emotions they portray, it's hard not to get sucked in.

I’m in the middle of drafting my first novel, Cantus Maris. It's a labor of love, fueled by inspiration and probably too much coffee. I’m eager to share it with you all soon. In the meantime, I've been delving into the works of some formidable classical authors like Virginia Woolf, George Eliot, and Willa Cather. The beauty of their prose, the captivating stories they tell, and the immersive worlds they conjure? Absolutely awe-inspiring.

If you want to follow along on my literary journey or just chat about favorite reads, you can find me on Twitter (@emitridium) and over at RoyalRoad here and AO3 here.

Stay spooky and literary, ~ Alex H. Graves 🖋📖🦇🌙

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OS: Ningguang & Reader "Comfort in difficult times"

Ningguang comforts the reader and shares her advice and experience || no romance, just comfort for bad times || reader and unknown figures are gender neutral pronouns for better self insert:)

[Request/Idea from tarudocd from twitter/x]

Enjoy!

It was already evening in Liyue and the typical bustling streets became slowly empty, as you realized, while sitting in a lonely corner on the streets of Liyue. Tears were  blurring your view, while anger and deep sadness were bubbling inside you. It was as if your heart was breaking and bleeding from all the hurt, you had to endure with this person.

Exhausted you pulled your knees to your chest, wraping your arms around your them and put your face on them, so you could let it all out. Then a smooth, slightly rough voice started to talk to you: "Hello dear, what is wrong? Do you need help?"

Quickly you raised your head and looked into a pair of red eyes. An elegant woman with long white hair, whose ashy ends danced around her waist in the chilly wind, wore a golden dress, covered in ornaments. You stood up in shock and stumbled back. "T-the Tianshu, Lady Ningguang!", you bowed before her and hid your face with your swollen eyes. It was so embarrassing, that she saw you exactly today in your messy state.

"Everything's fine."

The Tianshu chuckled lightly with a soft smile. "Doesn't seem to be the case."

She sat down beside the spot you sat before and pat on the place beside her. "Come here, child", she invited you softly with a smile. Hesitantly you sat down beside her. It's not an everyday event, that the all-knowing Lady Ningguang talked to you. "What happened?", she asked you. How were you suppose to answer this? How could someone like her understand? She was the richest person in Teyvat and you were just a normal citizen of this city. You payed your bills like every other one in Liyue, you ate, you slept, you talked to people. Why would she care for your wellbeing? "It-It doesn't matter", you mumbled, while wiping away the tears from your cheeks, not faring to look beside you. Ningguang placed her chin thoughtful on her hand, while looking at you carefully. "You do know, that your emotions matter, right? And the reason why you feel this way has to be resolved somehow. How else are you suppose to move on with your life?"

It made sense, you thought to yourself. You glanced over to the woman, who was right now just that, a woman, a human like you. Okay, maybe the vision hanging on her body makes her even in this moment not like you, but advice from her would be appreciated. "Uhm... there is this person", you started with shakey voice and told about all your troubles with them, how they hurt you, how they manipulatrd you into trusting them and now blamed you for their own failing. They were your best friend, what else should you do except staying? You knew them for so long.

Throughout your explanation Ningguang listened carefully to every detail of your story and nodded understanding, before staring of into the distance, where the sun was setting. Then she sighed and looked at you with sorrow.

"They're your friend?"

"Yes, my...best friend."

"Darling, if you have such a person as a friend, you don't need enemies."

That shut you up, not being able to argue against this. "From what I heard all this person has ever done to you was making your life miserable", she took your hands into hers, holding them gently, "Maybe they were once great to you and you were genuinely happy with them, but they aren't good for you anymore."

Tears started to come back into your eyes again, a sob escaped your mouth. "But they're all I have left-"

"That is not true", Ningguang cut you off in a firm tone, "Just because you knew this person so long and sacrificed so much for them, that doesn't mean it has to be that way forever."

She closed her eyes one moment in thoughts, before continuing to explain: "I once had a buisness partner before, who was also my best friend.", she didn't smile anymore, hiding anger behind the rubin eyes, "They helped me, when I was still very poor and fighting for every single Mora. We became a very good team- Until I found out, how they were trying to use my ideas to only promote themselves and told important people lies about me and my abilities, making me sink in status and wealth.", she breathed deeply in and out, "I don't think I would've had this much knowledge about buisness interactions and trades without them and I onced thought I owed my life to them. So leaving them wasn't easy for me."

You hung on her every word and listened to every word, as if they were lifesaving water in the sumerian desert. "What did you do?"

"After realizing they needed me and my abilities, I contacted a friend of mine, who also happened to be a lawyer. We collected enough evidence to sue them. We both lost a lot of money in the process, but I was free from them. They couldn't harm me anymore.", a smile sneaked back onto her lips, "What I'm trying to say: You don't need them. There are other, better people, waiting to be discovered by you. The only thing you need is this", she tapped your head, "and this", and tapped the place on your chest, where your heart is. "You can do a lot of things."

For the first time for today, you felt... relieved and not that sad anymore, as if a lot of the weight, you've been carrying around was gone after this special conversation. The first stars appeared on the sky. The Tianshu let go of your hands and rose up. "I have to leave now. And you too."

Before leaving the Tianshu took out a few mora and placed them into your hand. "Get yourself something to eat, drink tea and sleep early. Tomorrow is a new day and a good time to finally leave. Otherwise, you will be stuck forever in this circle."

Surprised your gaze sticked on the Tianshu as she walked away, from you with a smile. "Take care, little one", were her last words to you.

"Thank you...", were the words you mumbled as you stood up with new determination to change your life for the better. Maybe you could do great things for yourself.

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Piss 🫵

hi !!!

#personal asks

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JingLuo premarital hand holding (I mean, realistically speaking I don't think they'd get married but yeah)

Just thinking about...... Luocha's gloveless hands........ Smooth...... Against Jing Yuan's..... Idk shit about HSR or them but I want Jing Yuan to blush like a highschooler feeling the touch of Luocha's >>>>bare hand<<<< do you ever relate to that. Maybe I'm insane idk.

i do relate to it... now, luocha is path of abundance (healing, helping, restoration) and this piece of information is canon.

i would have to assume that those who follow the path of abundance could also rid themselves of any scars or marks on their bodies (this is also why i think luocha would not have top surgery scars)

this could either be voluntary or directly an effect / blessing of yaoshi that they have no control over, but essentially everything that harms their body in any way — wounds, cuts, incisions etc. could be fully erased, physically at least.

and by that logic i imagine luocha with the softest skin, it's vibrant, glowing, he is like the sun itself. and it creates a contrast with jing yuan since he has lived a long life of fighting battles.

at times he feels slightly ashamed, he hasn't lived a life he's fully proud of, he had to forgo many dreams to follow the path he chose to follow, had to make countless sacrifices and lost many that were dear to him.

he doesn't like constantly being reminded of all that he has lost, all the wrongs he has made and all the lives he has taken and affected. yet he is, because it's etched into every corner of his skin. he's covered in reminders of the life he has suffered through.

he doesn't open up this turmoil, trauma and hidden insecurity to anyone but it only gets more severe in the presence of luocha.

the more jing yuan sees how "perfect" and "flawless" he is (which, he certainly is not) the more embarrassed he is to be in luocha's presence.

when their hands touch for a second while reaching for their teacups, for instance. or when the wind sweeps jing yuan's hair all over his face and luocha fixes it with a chuckle.

all in all he's this old, grown ass man who feels so small next to luocha. he wants to be able to appreciate him, to look at him and touch him for hours and experience how gentle luocha would be with him.

bc he is overall kind and soft, even to a flower or an animal he holds. so with every touch jy can't help but wonder how wonderful it would be to be loved by him YOU KNOW... yeah i do think abt it often anon

#fandom asks #ramblings #jingluo #hsr jing yuan #hsr luocha

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(It’s the emo mcr mutual here)

I’m here to say keep it up! I read em all. Emo gays gotta stick together! But I gotta say itto and puppy boy gorou hold a place in my cold black heart 🖤😂 I’d take anything you’d give me

But in all seriousness. Keep up the amazing work. I love your style and works. Keep it evil and gay

HI EMO MCR MUTUAL I LOVE SEEING U ON MY FEED thank you for reading 😭😭😭 i didnt know you had a soft spot for ittorou i havent wrote them in a while but i hope you like this one !!

itto 👹 + gorou 🐶 — unwinding after gorou is back from a mission, angst fluff + nsfw mention

one, two, three deep breaths until itto is done dragging the ointment through the ridges of his fresh wound.

the way its fresh scent fills every corner of the room the second itto opens the flask, a faint hint of mint that sits at their nostrils, an acidic undertone that stings wherever it touches.

gorou is no stranger to the feeling, yet it never fails to manifest tears that blur his vision. his sharp canines dig into his bottom lip, a miniscule amount of pressure away from severing it beyond repair.

itto takes a much needed break. he's always torn between packing it up as soon as possible, regardless of the pain gorou undergoes — or taking his time, delaying the process overall but allowing him to register it.

he's getting too used to it, more than his heart can bear. finding gorou at his door, barely standing up straight — the sight no longer has any shock value to it, but the hurt of it persists.

gorou knows it too. that's why he fights the tears to the best of his ability, to not sadden itto any further than he already has.

it's selfish. scraping all that remains of him off the floor and crawling back to itto every single time. he has his comrades resting at camp, kokomi tending to their wounds along with her own.

a general of the resistance, gorou has enough at his disposal to recover and face itto in proper shape.

but, he doesn't.

when he's seeing red and panting at every step of the way, all he needs is itto. his lungs giving out, if it's the last breath they will utter he would rather have it whispered over itto's lips.

his arm, now soiled with a wound vicious enough to almost tear it apart completely. if the day ever comes that he cant even charge a single shot with his bow — if his tired heart can't even pump blood to gush out of his wounds any longer, he would want to be with itto.

in his arms, comforted by his embrace. he powers through the stitches and bandages, finally getting his arm back, mostly numb due to the ointment (thankfully)

with the other he cups itto's cheek, unsure of how to wipe off the worried look off his face, always unsure of how to comfort him the way itto does with him.

"i'm okay." he whispers, it's silent enough for it to be heard in the dead of the night.

"you're not."

itto pulls him to his lap and holds him by the waist, slow and careful. it varies in style, this simple move that never fails to take gorou's breath away.

sometimes it's lazy and lax, early mornings where itto just wants gorou on him like a blanket as he drifts back to sleep.

sometimes it's casual, in a way of simply wanting to be together as gorou reads or itto knits.

and sometimes it's heated, lips crashing into each other, itto pulling him close as they burn up with desire. one hand on gorou's waist and the other stripping him, teasing and stroking him to his limits.

this one, however, is softer. compassionate, worried, loving yet fearful. afraid as if gorou might slip away from his touch at any moment.

afraid that one day he might collapse on itto's doorstep as always but never wake up again.

with the arm that's relatively in better shape gorou presses itto's head to his chest. he kisses at his soft, wavy hair.

itto revels in his scent, though mixed with the smell of dirt and blood it's nothing short of his gorou.

his beloved.

he brushes through his soft tail with his fingers, still damp from when he tended to it and got rid of all the knots a few minutes ago.

now it shines the way it always does, golden fur — along his back and down his thighs, albeit less thick compared to his tail and ears.

without a word, itto gets up with gorou still on his lap and heads for the bedroom. he lays gorou on his bed and watches him shrivel up into a little ball when itto settles right next to him.

with a few hisses and mumbled curses, he extends his severed arm and a leg to rest across itto's body and looks up at him.

itto's hand cards through his hair affectionately, petting his ears, peppering small kisses all over his face.

"i know... that i said i'd be more careful. i'm sorry that you have to see me like this. i'm sorry that—"

he chokes on his own words.

"—you have to be the one to take care of it every single time."

itto smiles, caressing his sides — "i wouldn't have it any other way."

he takes a deep breath.

"just... don't die on me. okay, pup?"

gorou nuzzles into the crook of his neck, sorrowful, now almost entirely on itto's body because his warmth is the only thing that's keeping him intact.

"i won't." he wraps his tail around itto and presses a kiss on his neck. "never, i promise."

#fandom asks #completed request #ittorou #genshin itto #genshin gorou

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How do u feel about the luochussy

i will be honest i genuinely think thats what he has. there is no way he's a cisgender man

#fandom asks

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that time of the month where i realize i forgot to repost everything from ao3

#piss.txt

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missing link ✦ kokomi x kaeya x childe, 2.8k

archive of our own ✦ twitter ✦ masterlist

fox hybrid childe (AFAB, transmasc) / half-vishap koko (AMAB, transfem) / plain regular human kaeya (AMAB, genderfluid) some made up anatomy

cw: blood (in an endearing vishap affection way), unprotected vaginal / anal sex

top kaeya 🦚 and kokomi 🫧 x bottom childe 🐳 — enjoy!

"Hm?"

The conversation flies right over Ajax’s head. Something about a relaxing get-away, a beach trip that’s mentioned and scrapped quickly since it’s too hot to bear it in July. He's exhausted. The good kind. One where you feel your body sink deeper into the bed with each passing second, a sweet ache along your legs, every scent of the day imbued in your hair. 

Smoke and sweat, the fries he nibbled on all night. Kokomi’s shampoo and Kaeya’s perfume. He’s too lazy to get up and take a shower. The whole ordeal of it, brushing through his tail, cleaning his ears and scrubbing away. 

It’s too late, way past midnight — and he’s too comfortable, just like how he always is with them. 

“They don’t allow three people to stay together, though. Strict rules from what I’ve heard.”

Ajax stretches with a relaxed sigh.

“Guys, I don’t really mind. We can just hit the bar and call it a day.” 

Of course, immediately he is hit with “Don’t be ridiculous, it’s your birthday!”s and “It only happens once a year!”s. 

He means it, when he says he doesn’t mind, that it’s not of importance. Elaborate birthday events are designed for either couples, friend groups or family. Their thing doesn’t quite qualify for any of those, leaving a night with minimal logistics required as their best option.

“As long as we’re together.”

He means that too. Ajax never really feels like an afterthought or a third-wheel despite the unusual circumstances of their dynamics. Possibly because they were already close friends before Kokomi and Kaeya had started dating. Or, perhaps it’s because they go to sleep snuggling close to each other on most nights. Maybe it’s because they walk hand in hand at the park, or because Ajax sits in the middle on movie nights and they end up falling asleep on his shoulder, every single time without fail. 

Maybe it’s because he can’t remember the last time he watched the sunset or the sunrise on his own. The last time he cried alone, the last time where there wasn’t anyone to share his pain or joy. 

After many years spent together, it’s the first time he realizes.

This, despite being the best thing he ever had, is not going anywhere. 

Ajax looks to his left and then to his right, coddled in the only arms he finds comfort in. They are in love, after all. A couple. 

Not that Ajax isn't head over heels for them both. He remembers mistaking it for envy when they first got together, jealousy over two people in love. 

But it was never that. It's not that he wanted them to break up so he can have Kaeya or Kokomi to himself. They deserve to be happy together. And Ajax is happy to witness it, his best friends being in love and still clinging onto him even when they have each other. Regardless, at the end of the day there must be a line. Something that separates him from them. Right? It should stem from the fact that the kind of love Ajax feels for them is not reciprocated. In amounts it is, but in form, surely it must be wildly different. 

Yet sometimes, when they hold each other close like this, he can't help but wonder. Kokomi's hand on his chest, drawing small circles. 

Is it how she touches Kaeya, too?

It feels…

Intimate. 

Kaeya's arm is wrapped around his waist like always, holding him close. Ajax can hear their hearts beating, and his own racing right under Kokomi's palm. It feels a bit dangerous tonight. Unusual. 

Kokomi's nose brushes against his neck and Kaeya buries his own in his soft, ginger curls. Ajax feels like bursting into tears whenever he's held so gently, unsure of what to do with it. Where to put all this love he harbors in his heart. All he knows that it's true, never poisoning him or eating away at his insides like a greedy parasite. He wonders why it’s always portrayed as such in books. 

Unrequited Love: The Curse

He disagrees. As unattainable as it may be, he has jokes to laugh at until he chokes of joy, cuddles to attend. Game nights to win. Celebrations where he raises a toast for them and funerals where they will stand side by side. It’s a life they share, not just something that can easily be diminished to a relationship. 

Ajax not only loves them but also — he loves loving them. Usually that’s the case. Now it feels like he's close to breaking apart, saying or doing something he isn't supposed to. Kaeya’s lips pressed against his head, moving to the bridge of his nose and to his cheeks. Right above his lips, right under them on his chin. 

Anywhere but. Just like always. 

Kokomi’s gentle touch on one cheek, a kiss on the other. 

It's impossible to look at her without feeling stunned and paralyzed, not when she lures you in with those pretty eyes.

Soft, silky hair that you can't resist running your fingers through. 

Ajax can't help but stare at her lips. So painfully kissable and out of reach. He's seen Kaeya kiss her many times, witnessed the true bliss in his face as he did so. 

Before long, Kaeya pulls them closer. Before Ajax realizes, he's mumbling and rambling about love, lips occupied by Kokomi and Kaeya. Before he gets to come clean, sincere confessions are whispered into his skin instead.

He finds himself laying on the bed they share, legs parted and hands inside Kokomi's shirt, Kaeya pulling down his soaking wet boxers and sliding a finger along his quivering cunt. Ajax bites down on his lower lip, shuddering at the kisses and bites along his thighs. 

He finally rids Kokomi of her shirt, licking over the marks laid by Kaeya. Some deep red, more recent, and some turning purple and yellow. 

A fresh one wouldn’t hurt, right? One signed by him for once, perhaps. If he can stop jumping at every corner of her body like a distracted puppy and actually focus. 

Her toned muscles and the fluffy, pink happy trail vanishing into her legs pressed together. The tattoo that he gets a full view of during the summer or whenever she yawns and stretches in front of her brewing coffee. 

It's a work of art, different from the ink that covers Ajax's arms. Intricate details and thinner lines. He brushes his nose against it, exploring the pattern with his lips. 

Kokomi purrs at the adoration. It’s exhilarating, his attention that borders on worship — Ajax praying into her skin. 

It’s not so different from how Kaeya makes love to her, how he gets on his knees and admires her for hours. Though, Ajax is a bit more eager, lacking self-control, unable to keep himself from latching onto Kokomi’s chest even when he wants to draw it out for longer. 

A warm, wet tongue swirling around her hardened nipples that ache with lust, one hand that cups her breast. Sucking, biting and squeezing until he hears a low rumbling from Kokomi’s chest. When he looks up he’s met with — different eyes. The usual, serene blue in them forming into vertical slits gradually, teeth even pointier than usual. 

This time it’s peculiar. Foreign. Like a siren she reels him in, enchanting and haunting. Ajax jolts, ears lowered to the sides of his head like a frightened cub.

Kokomi pets them, seemingly unresponsive yet obviously attempting to put him at ease. Her claws card through his hair and ruffle the fur coating his ears. 

It’s horrifying and deeply unsettling. Far from the way Ajax lowers his guard and unravels. She’s cold-blooded by the literal definition of the word. Not so easily overpowered or digested even in human form.  

Yet, it doesn’t take away from how comforting her touch is, albeit laced with unpredictability and a tinge of fear. He feels taken over, owned and possessed in a grip that burns cold like a frost-bite. It’s a delicious contrast, combined with Kaeya’s warm palms all over him. 

Ajax caresses her hips, inching up to the gills on the sides of her ribcage. Slits she has no use for on land, quivering under his touch. The Kokomi he knows flashes and fades out again with his every move, pleased moans followed by high-pitched shrieks and grunts. 

"Kaeya..." Ajax moans with his nose buried in her breasts as he shivers with a tongue flicking against his clit.

Pleading with a lover as he’s held by another, all sensations he ever deemed intense, they pale in comparison to how alive and awake he feels now. 

He pulls Kokomi to his lap, delicate yet ravenous. Teeth and tongue, reckless moves inside her mouth as she reciprocates. 

He holds her in place, with Kaeya’s tongue lapping over his folds. A strong grasp on his thighs, parted sinfully with true bliss seeping inside. Ajax, hazy with pleasure, clutches his hand that reaches up to him from below. 

“My dove…” he whispers against Kokomi’s lips, fingers entangled with Kaeya tenderly. Burning up for two, the most consumed he's ever been by it. Kaeya’s tongue reaches deep inside, eating him out passionately — just the way he wanted to for a long time. He holds Ajax the one way he never could before.

His hand running over Kokomi’s skin, Kaeya wouldn’t be able to hold out for much longer if he got a good look of the beautiful view. So, he stays down. He drinks up all that he’s graced with — a sweet, slightly bitter token of his desire with peach fuzz brushing against his cheeks. He rests his head on Ajax’s inner thigh, playing with his sore clit. He deserves to be pampered, not the bullshit he complains about every time he returns home from a failed date. 

He deserves to be adorned with kisses, orgasms that shake his body to its core. 

Kokomi arches her back and lifts her ass to welcome the hand that slides down her back. Ajax traces one finger over the fabric, surprised to find her slick with a viscous fluid he’s not familiar with. Steady movements even when his lower body twitches uncontrollably. 

It’s hard to call it warm, however it is so potent — whatever it is that she’s secreting. Soft, gummy walls that clench around Ajax’s fingers, overflowing with something a lot thicker than what he leaks over Kaeya’s lips. 

Eyes that look down on him, Ajax can see the feral pride that’s ablaze behind them. She’s not the only one that seeks dominance. 

Ajax finally growls back, showing off his sharp canines. Cocky, no longer led by common sense but instead by a primal urge that was laying dormant. Kokomi’s brows furrow, a set of claws wrap around his throat with a vile hiss. She’s having the time of her life, no doubt about it. “Play—hngh—nice, Koko.” he spits out the words through his restrained cords. Her grip loosens momentarily, only to choke him again with a playful smirk. 

Even then, Ajax doesn’t stop stretching her out, seeing how she grinds down on his fingers and nuzzles into the exposed side of his neck. 

He’s losing this one, so far at least. Bending over backwards to please the creature on top of him, gasping for air under her claws that mercilessly draw blood, not to even mention the way he pulsates on Kaeya’s tongue. 

“Are you… fighting?” he asks, genuinely curious. 

Kokomi pulls away with a mischievous giggle. 

“I don’t think so…” Ajax boops her on the nose, “What’s so funny, hm?” 

She mutters, forcing out every sound through her distorted voice and venomous lips —

“Cute…”

Ajax can’t help but chuckle when Kokomi leans into his palm needily after her sensational statement. Cold-blooded by her biology, but maybe it’s not so drastically different from the foxian trickery and the yearning for warmth that he experiences. 

Kaeya can hear her getting close by the way she trembles and growls. The noises he adores. Shifting from low moans to grunts until her claws sever all in their path. 

How she licks Kaeya clean and crashes into his lips with her bloodstained tongue. 

However, Ajax pulls out his fingers and extends them towards the back abruptly. He pets her ass lightly with his other hand on Kaeya’s face, fingers stuffed down his throat. 

Licking Kokomi off his fingers — maybe heaven does exist, after all. 

Kaeya pulls away and lifts Kokomi’s hips to press a wet kiss on her hole before getting up. 

Her hair covers them both, a smaller frame fully off the bed on Ajax’s body. Kaeya brushes them to the side to reveal her back, glistening with a thin, moist layer — iridescent scales that reflect the warm light into pink and blue. Kaeya straddles their hips and leans down. A kiss on Kokomi’s back, followed by a trail up to her nape while she clings to Ajax’s shoulders and lets out a long sigh. 

He’s — ethereal. Hovering over them with his warmth and caging their bodies. Ajax feels lovestruck and dizzy, turning more lightheaded with every kiss blooming on his skin.

“Tell me if it’s too much, my love.” he coos. 

It’s not the first time Kaeya calls him that, and it certainly won’t be the last.

Ajax feels stunned, he barely nods at the remark, smiling like an idiot. Only then, he realizes how wet he is, stretched out and lubed up with saliva in both holes. 

Kaeya slides in his ass with ease but it still brings tears to his eyes. Less out of pain and more due to a catharsis. Relief and bliss after building these feelings up inside himself and breaking them down many times, pretending that they don't matter. Now that he feels the touch that makes him whole, they matter more than anything.

Kokomi licks the tears off his cheeks with the same, slimy yet pointed tongue. Kaeya rocks against her back, thrusting in and out of Ajax slowly. Soft thighs brushing against his own, two sets this time. 

He wants to know Ajax the way he does Kokomi. 

What makes him squirm and whimper, what he likes and dislikes, what makes his legs twitch with pleasure. 

What makes him break.

Already, he sounds so pretty. Moans mixing in with hers as they lazily make out. Kaeya wants to listen to them both for hours, kiss them until his lips ache and dive inside until his fingers go numb. What more could he want then to lay skin to skin with the ones he cherishes more than anything in this world? 

Kokomi eventually begins to rock back, recovering from the fog, begging for attention once again. 

It's adorable to see her more fussy than usual, impatience is a rare sight on her. 

She doesn’t talk much, but Ajax is an expert at reading her expression, the small changes in her forehead and the curving of her lips. It’s the first time he’s putting that knowledge to use with the intention of pleasing her. 

She stands on her knees, separating his folds with the soft padding inside her claws. Ajax's hand wraps around her cock, sliding back and forth with precum dribbling from the tip. 

Kaeya backs off slightly, allowing her to enter freely. Kokomi is more straightforward, pushing in without delays and not taking a break until she hits the depths of his walls with a snarl. 

Ajax can see how expertly she moves. She knows where to touch, where to tease. A kiss right behind Kaeya’s ear that instantly makes his eyelids flutter, a hand reaching behind to caress his waist that already has him twitching inside Ajax, her other hand entangled in the sweaty, ginger curls pressed against the pillow. 

His mind can’t quite register the waves of pleasure washing over him with every thrust. One hole empties as the other is deliciously stuffed. He’s not deprived for even a second. 

It doesn’t take long before Kokomi shakily cums inside him unannounced, pent-up from the way Ajax let her go without a climax. She places her hands on either sides of the pillow and nails him down, unloading for a good few minutes until her seed begins to leak out. 

She’s so — big, further engorged inside him to the extent that Ajax is amazed at how he doesn’t tear into pieces. 

“Love…” she mumbles again, quietly this time. Ajax pulls her limp body close to his chest, enraptured — “Love... I love you too…” 

A loving kiss lands on his forehead. The lips he’s missed dearly over the course of these past minutes, finding his own once again to claim them in a heated kiss. Ajax is melting, convulsing with love overriding the fatigue.

“Can you take one more, birthday boy?”

He can’t help but giggle and blush at Kaeya’s tone.

“Do your worst, Alberich.”  

I HOPE U ENJOYED BYE KOKOCHAEYA NATIONNN (2 PPL)

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my immortal ✦ dainsleif x kaeya, 1k — sfw

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ex-prince/royal guard dainkae, though kaeya can't do anything about dain's curse he has the power to soothe his pain to a certain extent.

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Time commiserates with no one.

Kaeya knows it best. He knows better than to fight it after being brought to his knees many times, falling back in defeat and dejection. 

When he dares to forget, it's always reminded to him in the cruelest of ways. 

It lurks and lingers in his reflection in the mirror through a light streak that overtakes his blue locks silently day by day. 

His beautiful hair that used to drape over his shoulders and flow under the blowing wind. Now all Kaeya wants to do is rip it out, as it is nothing but a reminder of all that he has lost.

His mother’s loving fingers entangled in it, childhood friends tugging on its tail playfully as they all burst into laughter. The first time Dainsleif shaped it into a beautiful braid for a royal ceremony. 

Within a single streak is all that devours him, wrapping around his neck and arms like poison ivy. 

He lifts up his eyepatch, rubbing his strained face the second he returns home, revealing the conviction underneath. Condemnation, a curse he is undeserving of but somehow fated with. 

Kaeya is tired of staring at its remnants, tired of wanting to carve his eyes out in hopes that his stars will melt away. 

He slips under the covers next to Dainsleif as he lays bare. 

Kaeya can taste him rotting away. He presses his lips against Dain’s festering skin, drinking up the misery of his sorrowful lover. Tears coat his cheeks as he weeps silently, careful not to wake him up. 

Until Dainsleif pulls him close without opening his eyes. He holds Kaeya close to his chest and wraps his arms around him. 

Kaeya thinks back to the times he wanted to disappear without a trace, the times he wanted to live forever just so he could avenge the fallen and the damned, the days he gave up, only to wake to another one with rage burning inside him. 

Now he feels nothing. Perishing on this night is a curse no different than living through the next century. Now all he wants is a normal life. Mundane and boring. Coming home to Dainsleif, free of the constant aching in his head and the weight that never seems to leave his chest. 

Summer vacations, off-days, New Year's celebrations. Saving up Mora, paying bills and cooking dinner. Arguing over who will do the dishes and ending up side by side with hands soaking under warm water. 

Kaeya just wants to live a simple life with simple worries, a life where he can grow old with the one he loves. A life filled with memories pleasant and foul, a simple yet meaningful life spent without fearing death and craving it all at once. 

He desperately wants to have faith in death. To make sure it's approaching to claim them without decay and erosion. 

But he can’t. He is condemned to watch Dainsleif slip away from his fingers day by day. He withers away and crumbles in front of Kaeya’s eyes and it makes no difference that his poor heart can’t bear it. 

The most he can do is press his palms over the corrupted tissue, seeping light into the void that engulfs Dainsleif with a faded hue of indigo dissipating into the air. 

Dainsleif screams in agony, a world of pain before he can have a fraction of peace. His head falls on Kaeya’s shoulder as he aimlessly sinks his teeth into his flesh, painting the floors crimson. 

Tears well up in Kaeya’s eyes yet it doesn’t hurt half as bad as seeing Dainsleif like this, shriveled up, sore inside and out.

It’s alright as long as it’s him drawing the blood. Kaeya would shed it all in a heartbeat if it meant he could rest easy for a moment. 

So desperate that he even prays to the Gods he used to curse, begging to be blessed with the power to kill the light of his life, to endow him with eternal peace so his soul can be free from this never-ending horror. 

The image is burnt into his mind forever, Dainsleif sobbing until he’s breathless, begging him to take his life. His wails ring in Kaeya’s eyes every waking moment. 

If Kaeya is the only one that can breathe life into him, then he must be the one to take it away. He must know of a way, Dainsleif knows it’s irrational and impossible yet he finds himself bursting into tears with his head on Kaeya’s lap, clawing at his legs. 

Kaeya is useless. Not being able to alleviate his ailment is one thing, but being so helpless to even end his misery is perhaps the most unbearable curse of them all. Kaeya now knows true despair, an even greater calamity than watching his life and his home go up in flames.

He has to abandon all hope for his own sake.  

The worst part of it is that his state is so unpredictable and irregular. Sometimes he wakes up with a small smile on his face and gently holds Kaeya’s cheek. He slowly wakes from his slumber, heart filled with joy the second he sees Dainsleif smile through his blurry vision and half-lidded eyes. 

He strokes Kaeya’s skin from his cheek to his neck, slender fingers trace along his veins. He draws circles around his shoulder and slides his hand along his arm until he reaches Kaeya’s hands. 

Dainsleif kisses his fingertips and his palms, forever grateful for Kaeya’s healing touch. He peppers kisses over his wrists. A faint hint of mint always lingers on him, refreshing and soothing. 

Kaeya climbs over his lap after he lightly tugs on his shirt, nuzzling his face in his beloved’s neck. Dainsleif cards through his disheveled hair.

“My prince.” he coos, and it takes Kaeya’s breath away without fail every single time. His moon, his night sky and all the stars in it. Kaeya knows it. 

He also knows that it won’t last forever. Eventually he will succumb to misery again, lying unconscious for most of the day, nothing short of a rotting corpse as Kaeya drinks by his side with shaky hands.

But deep down, still burning bright is a part of him that thinks it will persist. That Dain will wake up with the same smile tomorrow, and the day after until everything goes back to normal. 

But he doesn’t. 

Kaeya is torn between killing the last ounce of hope left in him and holding onto it for dear life. 

The sun rises again, yet it doesn’t bring any light through their window. 

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setâre ✦ kaeya x childe — sfw

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It's a night just like any other.

Kaeya is knelt by the campfire, fueling it further so the flames can combat the blistering cold that creeps up on them. 

Not that Childe minds.

He lays on the snow half-naked, showing no signs of discomfort as he dries his hair. 

Kaeya believes that a frozen lake is frozen for a reason, but Childe can’t resist cracking the ice and taking a dip before they set up camp every single time. 

He takes a deep breath. Exhaustion washes over them both, legs nearly giving out from hiking and hunting all day and bones aching from the cold. 

When Kaeya is finally content with the intensity of the flames, he scoots closer to Childe and lifts his head to lay it on his lap. 

Damp, ginger locks wet his pants as the moon rises. 

Kaeya cups his cheek.

Warmth eventually swallows them both.

Words are unneeded. Distant howls and the crackling of the fire fill the silence as Childe looks up at him with droopy eyes.  

At moments like these, Childe always wonders if Kaeya knows how much he adores him.

The captain has many virtues, but seeing the beauty in his own ways is sadly not one of them. 

It's understandable, given how much weight he carries on his shoulders. No matter how much Childe tries its best to ease it, he knows that not a second passes without Kaeya sinking under the burden.

It's easy to get carried away when everyone expects so much of you. When the world crushes you to its very core, when the waves engulf you as you drift into nothingness, a vast ocean cluttered with misery. 

Kaeya loses his way often.

Like a sailor pushing his way out of the waves enraged with roaring thunder. He holds a compass that never seems to pull him out of the depths.

He sinks as the thread that holds him together unravels and floats to the surface.

All Kaeya can do is watch it elude him and force his eyes open while he begins to lose feeling in his limbs. 

Darkness falls and Kaeya’s heart travels back into the rib cage of a kid abandoned in the middle of nowhere. 

He clutches the toy he simply can’t ever fall asleep without.

What good is it without his own bed? Without being cosseted in loving arms and rocked gently to sleep as a lullaby fills his ears, what is it but a piece of cloth stuffed with feathers?

Home feels far away. It has been discarded just like him. Even if he miraculously washes up on shore, there is nothing left there to fill his hollowed out soul. 

Though, even as he drowns in the depths of the unforgiving ocean, whenever Kaeya looks up, a star always shines down on him. 

Light seeps into his soul, the clouds vanish on sight as thunder quiets down. 

Nothing but an enticing calmness. 

Kaeya holds it inside his palm kindly like a wilting flower, cautious and tender, and allows it to warm him up. 

It sprouts and blossoms along his numb hands and corroding heart, holds him by the shoulders and pulls him close. 

Leaves a loving peck on his lips and Kaeya tastes the night sky with the tip of his tongue. 

Childe loves him like a shore enamored with the sea. Fascinated by the storms brewing inside him and pacified by the soothing waves that wash up on its skin.

Loving Kaeya is coming home. It's taking off your shoes and taking a bath. It's settling in your cozy bed comfortably and drifting to sleep, thinking of all that excites you. 

It’s making up stories until they tire you out and waking up with puffy, glossy eyes. 

Childe doesn’t need much.

A lazy afternoon nap in Kaeya’s arms or a picnic on a cliff. Playing with the dogs that climb their legs every time they walk through their turf.

Closing his eyes and leaning back at Kaeya’s chest blissfully as they soak in the water. 

It’s more than enough. 

Kaeya doesn't have to be anything. The strength that everyone expects of him, Childe doesn’t.

To him, Kaeya is the only thing that makes sense amidst the chaos of his mind. 

With one kiss, he dissolves the sorrow and drowns the worries.

He feels lost, but with Kaeya a bit more found. As if it’s the head pat of a stranger that feeds the stray cats every night or a ship’s anchor that performs its crucial task silently. 

Kaeya can't hear any of that without his heart racing in his chest when even a simple ‘I love you’ is enough to have him shy away from Childe’s gaze. 

Only when darkness veils his face can he lay on Childe's chest and listen to him whisper in his ear all that made him fall in love with Kaeya.

He watches with tearful eyes as gentle fingers card through his hair and affection drips from the lips he's addicted to kissing. 

It never gets easier to hear that he is worthy, but Kaeya is smitten with a man that will never stop reminding him. 

short and loosely inspired by the poem 'another birth' by forugh, i hope you enjoyed !

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long lost words ✦ kaeya x childe, 2k

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kaeya alberich dominating the field at the pussy eating olympics

c: unprotected penetrative consensual vaginal sex, creampie, choking (light), fem and masc terms for childe (mostly male-lean)

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Ajax lays bare with the sheets entangled between his legs. He yawns slothfully, settling more comfortably on his side. The pillow dampens with his hair. Not only is he too exhausted to dry it but it's also the only method of refreshment in the summer heat as a few weeks stand between them and a well-deserved vacation. 

Drops of cold water slide down his neck and back, evaporating with a cooling effect that clears his mind. 

Then enters Kaeya. In a more dire state. Overwhelmed and spent, drained. Though Ajax is replenished after a relaxing shower, Kaeya isn't so quick to unwind. 

He dries his hair and slips under the covers next to his husband, facing his back. 

Ajax glows under the setting sun that shines down on their bedroom. Kaeya's hands find their way to his waist, trailing up to his nape to caress it gently. Ajax sinks deeper on the mattress as Kaeya's hands press between his shoulder blades. 

He rubs small circles with the tips of his fingers, easing the tension. He unravels the knots under his skin until they dissolve.

Ajax sighs. On most days it’s fine, but lately his bones feel so crushed, crumbling under the tight fabric that's wrapped around his chest all day. Combined with the heat it's utterly unbearable.

When Kaeya isn’t around to ease his agony he wakes up even worse in the morning, barely able to move his arms or sit up. Fortunately he is there, leaving firm strokes down his spine, moving up to the back of his neck, he occasionally leans down to pepper kisses all over his shoulders. 

They don't talk for a while after work, minds occupied with the events of the day. 

Kaeya is on edge until they freshen up and settle on their bed. He's good at pretending but unlike Ajax, interacting with others rarely does anything but tire him out unless it's close friends or family. He looks forward to heading home, laying skin to skin with his husband with a familiar scent lingering in the air. Or dressing up with him to hit the city, getting their hands on every snack they can find. Heading into a bar and pretending they don't know each other, as if they're meeting for the first time. 

Alternatively, staying home and getting wasted just to watch the stars after night falls. Drunk cooking in the middle of the night as everything comes tumbling down and Ajax laughs until his stomach hurts. 

Kaeya can stop pretending. There is nothing to fake when it's the person he falls in love with again and again every morning. 

The days are awfully busy, his ears ring on the way home with eyelids that feel heavy. 

Until he’s with Ajax in the comfort of their own home. 

Kaeya turns him on his back when he’s done.

He studies Ajax diligently. 

Beautiful eyelashes that veil his navy blue pupils. The mesmerizing hue of his skin that radiates warmth, adorned with freckles and scars. His soft, wet lips parted slightly. 

Kaeya cards through his hair, damp and cold, darker than usual. It makes him look a bit more serious though his kind eyes work off that effect pretty fast. 

Intricately carved collarbones and wide shoulders that Kaeya wants to sink his teeth into, deep enough to draw blood.

Crimson droplets that would paint both their bodies red and stream down from the side of his mouth. Ajax is the biter of the two but that doesn't render him any less delicious in Kaeya's eyes. 

Two can play that game, after all. 

Kaeya’s hands run along his arms, his wrists and slender fingers. Carefully trimmed fingernails. Hands that Kaeya is blessed with, hands that pet his hair gently and pull him close at night. 

He kisses at the fingers he yearns for. 

Ajax bubbles over with excitement as Kaeya cups his breasts and kneads them with gentle motions.  

He feels up Ajax’s ribcage, his waist and his soft tummy. Kaeya presses down two kisses, one on his left hip bone and one on his right. 

Ajax giggles at the warm breath tickling his skin. He is astonishingly patient when it comes to these matters. 

Aside from this virtue he also loves watching Kaeya stare him up and down with nothing but adoration beaming from his eyes. Veneration, worship.

A gaze embellished with lust and affection as the air around them gets heavier by the second. 

Ajax pleads, silently. He doesn’t move a single muscle. He doesn’t contort or whine. Instead he surrenders completely — avoiding delays, letting his darling take his sweet time before attending to him generously.   

Though Kaeya masks it well, he is the one that has to fight tooth and nail to take things slow. The day to him is like a meal you stuff your face with until you can happily arrive at the dessert. 

And Kaeya tries alright. He tries his best not to pin Ajax to the wall the second they arrive home, ridding him of his clothes and fucking him right then and there before they can move on with their evening.  

Not that Ajax doesn't feel the same way, but he’s so serene under his grip, looking up at Kaeya with an expectant gaze. Untroubled and tranquil. Kaeya tries his best to protect his peace. He teases Ajax, plays with him, riles him up gradually until he longs for more.

It's a lot different than how he handles Kaeya. His mind goes blank in Ajax’s presence.

Kaeya doesn’t remember ever wanting someone this intensely. Feelings that stand the test of time and burn bright even after years of partnership with no signs of fading away anytime soon. 

He still catches the same loving gaze in Ajax’s eyes, the one that’s been there since they first started dating. 

Kaeya turns him on his stomach again and hovers over his back, one hand placed on the pillow next to Ajax’s head and the other caressing his arm. He leaves a trail of kisses from his nape all the way down to his waist. 

Ajax’s heart flutters when he leaves tender strokes along his ass, pressing his lips right towards the crease where his legs begin. 

Kaeya spreads them slightly and kisses up at his inner thighs as Ajax arches his back.

The first sign of his impatience. He can only take so much of Kaeya’s lips all over himself, after all. 

But Kaeya takes his time. 

Not always, of course. Some days he wakes up from deep slumber already burning up for his dear Ajax. Or the opposite where Ajax desperately climbs on his lap asking for kisses and cuddles that soon turn heated. Instances where there isn’t even a single second to spare. 

Other times, Kaeya lifts his hips up slowly the way he does now and presses kisses over his groin. He slides his thumb along Ajax’s glistening slit, already dripping wet and yearning for him. 

Quietly begging to be attended to, to be filled up and devoured. 

Ajax grips the sheets and fights the urge to push himself onto Kaeya’s face. Just a bit longer, he waits to the best of his ability until Kaeya’s tongue laps over his clit from the back. 

With that, he lets out a relieved sigh. It’s heavenly, the way he spreads his folds and traces every ridge and crevice with his tongue. 

Ajax melts under his lips that suck him dry and turn him sopping wet all over again. Kaeya’s nails dig into his hips to hold him in place, he stuffs his face between Ajax’s thighs, eating him out slowly yet passionately as if it’s his last meal. 

Moans and sighs ring in his ears, a melody that he never gets tired of hearing. Still, not a single word is uttered as pleased noises and wet sounds of kissing and sucking fill their bedroom. 

Kaeya’s tongue slips inside his hole as Ajax buries his face in the pillow. It's hard yet he holds out. For Kaeya and Kaeya only. He stops himself from grinding on his mouth, from laying him down and riding his face until his legs are trembling. 

There’s a time and place for all that, but it’s not here and now. 

Ajax drools over the pillowcase as Kaeya rubs circles around his clit and licks in and out of his aching hole. 

The sheets clump under Ajax’s fingers as he releases with a muffled growl. Kaeya lets him ride it out, slowly lapping over his cunt as he feasts his eyes on Ajax squirming and shaking for him.

Because of him. 

He pulls away and climbs over Ajax again. Calming, loving kisses paint his shoulders and neck. Kaeya’s hardened cock brushes against his entrance. It doesn’t take long before it’s coated and warmed up between Ajax’s thighs. 

Kaeya grabs the back of his hand and presses it down on the mattress as he slides in. Ajax is too spent to lift his hips or spread his legs further, providing a difficult yet pleasing position. 

It’s such a tight fit, his walls hug Kaeya and suck him in as he pushes all the way inside. Inch by inch he stretches Ajax, reaching in until he's stuffed deep enough to elicit a shriek. 

“You okay, princess?” 

Ajax whimpers. A reaction that delights Kaeya. 

“Good boy…” he praises, “So good for me.” 

Ajax's resolve melts away. He wants to scream and beg for Kaeya to go faster, to shove his head into the pillow and fuck him senselessly until he goes numb.

Yet, it’s so hard when Kaeya's praise corrupts his mind. 

His good boy, his darling, his princess. 

It’s awfully hard to misbehave when the sweetest lips grace you for your cooperation. 

Ajax isn’t in a state to talk, he rises on his elbows slightly and brushes against Kaeya’s chin with his cheek. 

Kiss me. 

Kaeya obliges, kissing him on the cheek and on the nose. He licks away the tears of pleasure streaming down Ajax’s eyes and claims his lips with salt still lingering on the tip of his tongue. 

Ajax tugs at his bottom lip with his teeth, his neck hurts from turning away but he doesn’t mind as long as Kaeya is an inch away to catch his moans and silence them with kisses. 

He’s not only panting with pleasure but also because of how strongly his body is pressed down on the bed. Strained breaths escape his heaving chest. 

“Do you want me to flip you over?”

“No…” he barely pushes out the words. It’s nice. Strange. Crumbling under Kaeya and gasping for air. His legs ache and twitch in place. Kaeya’s fingers encase his throat, tracing his veins lightly, then forming into a loose grip on his neck.

Ajax’s loud gulp vibrates on his fingers. 

He tightens his grip, only slightly. Barely, yet enough to draw out a shaky orgasm out of Ajax within seconds. 

“Interesting.” — his thrusts slow down but deepen. 

Ajax is a bit perplexed as to why an act so simple drives him crazy. Left breathless under Kaeya, he relaxes into his touch.

Kaeya doesn’t take it much further, letting him experiment with the new sensation. He squeezes and releases at regular intervals, letting go just at the right timing before Ajax catches his breath and he steals it away again. 

Ajax clenches around his cock, walls pulsating with every thrust.  

“Kaeya…” he breathes out. Weakened and disarmed in the best way possible. He reaches for the hand that was wrapped around his throat a second ago and brings it to his lips, pressing kisses inside Kaeya’s palm. 

An act of gratitude for the man that makes him feel loved in a way he never felt before.

Ajax gives back in his own ways. 

“My love…” Kaeya coos, “My beloved.” 

Though he still whispers softly in Ajax’s ear, he draws near his limit. He steadies himself by Ajax’s waist and picks up the pace for a few final thrusts before pushing in deep. 

Ajax lets out a long exhale, one that matches Kaeya’s as he collapses over him. Warmth seeps inside his core, filling him up to the brim. 

The sun is finally done setting. 

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flower-picking gone horribly wrong

c: afab childe amab kaeya he/him prns for both, lots and lots of crying, unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex, vaginal fingering, sex pollen (verbal consent)

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“Just tell me what you were doing so I can help, Tartaglia.” Albedo sighs. 

He’s getting tired of trying to draw out answers from Childe who’s shivering on the couch and still too reluctant to spit it out after almost half an hour. 

“I was… picking flowers for Kaeya, okay? Happy?” he eventually blurts out.

Kaeya gazes down on his lap with a chuckle, “Well, kind of.” 

Childe’s cheeks turn even redder than before, he’s awfully embarrassed to lay in front of Kaeya and Albedo while trying to suppress his undying arousal. It clouds up his mind, drives him insane. How can he carry out a conversation being the only person in the room that actually knows how he wets his own thighs inexplicably. 

“Then I reached for a Cecilia… I think. I don’t remember the rest. Something jumped out… maybe? I could be making it up. And when I woke up on the grass and the Cecilia was gone.” 

That is the full story, except Childe conveniently leaves out how he was soaking wet inside his pants until he dragged himself to the Winery and collapsed on the doorway.

Albedo hums, “Fever, shivers, fatigue, mouth feels dry, you said. Anything else?”

Nope, nothing else.

Except of course, he can’t even look across to the sofa Kaeya sits at without wanting to climb over him and rip him to pieces.

“It’s pollen season for many plants, especially around Starsnatch Cliff. So I feel obligated to ask if you feel aroused?” Albedo abruptly raises the question he fears. 

Childe gasps, “Excuse me?”

“Sexual arousal, usually heightened when one ingests a cluster of potent pollen.” 

“I’m a—human.”

“I am well aware. Hence, the ‘potent’ bit. If it is the influence of pollen, which is the case in my opinion since it has spread so quickly, it won’t leave you alone until you excrete it fully with bodily fluids. Mostly via urination, sweating and ejaculation.” 

Childe’s legs twitch.

“Now, you can concentrate your efforts or wait for your body to rid itself of it over time, which could possibly take around a week, maybe longer. I have never seen a pollinated human before.” Albedo chuckles at his own remark. 

Childe crosses his arms and stares at the ceiling, “You think you’re funny, don’t you?” 

Fuck it out or suffer, is essentially the conclusion he presents. 

“Oh, I wouldn’t dare. I wish you a speedy recovery, Tartaglia.”

Childe huffs as Kaeya sees him out and returns to the living room. 

He takes Childe in his arms and climbs the stairs to their bedroom, laying him down carefully. The ice-pack Childe holds close to his chest is already losing its effect with how warm his body is. 

Kaeya sits across from him with a caring and slightly concerned look. 

“It’s okay if you want to wait it out. I’ll look after you.” he pets Childe’s hair lovingly, “But if you want to… Uh… You know… That’s okay too.” 

‘If you want me to fuck you senselessly so that it passes, that’s also fine.’ 

Though, Kaeya is too polite and worried to phrase it as such. 

“Whatever you need.” he tilts his head slightly, compassionate towards his beloved and annoyed that his hands are tied against this strange ailment. 

Childe presses his legs together, “I—can’t take this for a week, Kaeya.”

He can’t even take it for a full day, it feels like he is about to combust, uttering a single word without whimpering is proving to be impossible when even the slight pressure of his own thighs over his clit drives him insane. 

Kaeya nods, he gets down to work swiftly and removes Childe’s clothes.

“Do you need another ice-pack?” he stands by the bed, towering over his shriveled up boyfriend. 

Childe is trembling on the mattress. Naked, vulnerable and exposed. He pulls Kaeya by his shirt to sit next to him. 

“No, no… I just need you.” he rubs his cheek over Kaeya’s clothes, “Please, Kaeya.” 

His attempts to climb over him prove futile as Kaeya presses him down by the chest.

“I’ll take care of it, okay? Try to relax.” 

Childe nods, he snuggles close to him, separating his legs as one laps over Kaeya's thighs. The air hits his groin like a cold breeze, eliciting a hiss from his lips. 

Kaeya holds him close, lips pressed against the top of his head to pepper soothing kisses while his hands roam the insides of his thighs. 

Damp and soft, lust tears him asunder. He can’t focus on anything else but the hand that strokes his cunt gently. Just the tips of Kaeya’s fingers brushing against him, but it’s enough to have Childe panting and heaving. 

Kaeya can’t help but moan at how wet he is, to the extent that it’s nearly impossible for him to create any friction. His fingers slide along Childe, up and down his glistening slit, but just as Kaeya prepares to slip one inside, Childe nuzzles into his chest with a muffled squeal. 

“Did you just—”

Childe stays put, he revels in sheer shame. It’s embarrassing, being so out of control like an animal in heat. He doesn’t even want to peel his face away and look up.

Yet, at the same time, there’s nowhere he would rather be than in Kaeya’s arms as he battles a sensation terrifying enough to take his breath away. 

Even when he’s so humiliatingly indulgent and depraved, Kaeya toying with him tenderly, trailing his nipples and scars, drawing circles over his tummy, overshadows his guilt and shame. 

Soft fingers that brush against his entrance and then come up to lap over his swollen clit. 

Childe disintegrates with every nerve ending he strikes. Soon he cums a second time, then maybe a third. It’s hard to tell where one ends and another begins. 

His hips spasm, grinding down at the bed involuntarily. 

Kaeya knows that he can’t last for however much this is going to take. He deems it more sensible to work him out a bit more before moving on. 

But Childe is a lot more stubborn than usual, tugging on Kaeya’s arm, attempting to reach and stroke the erection that presses up against him. 

“Come on, I’ve had enough.” he hisses. Vile and starved, burning up for more.

Kaeya is unfazed. He keeps it unattended, the sweetest spot that he wants to ram into for hours. His fingers slide in between Childe’s drenched folds, drawing out a squelch with every drag. 

There isn’t a single ounce of energy left in Childe’s body, yet he continues to run his hands over Kaeya and try to persuade him. Eventually, he musters up the courage to pull away slightly and look up.

“Why won’t you—hah—fuck me?” he asks in desperation and confusion. 

There’s nothing Kaeya wants more than to spread him over his cock, nevertheless it must wait. Kaeya certainly lacks the inhumane stamina to satisfy him without taking breaks with the way Childe looks at him, eyes veiled with a carnal desire to destroy and devour. 

“I will, baby. In a bit, okay?” 

Kaeya tries his best to soothe him but Childe only claws harder at his arm, until his expression turns innocent. He gazes up with kind, sparkling eyes. No longer crazed and hysterical as if he wasn't growling to be fucked merely a second ago. 

Suddenly, his face is the only thing that lacks filth. 

Half-lidded eyes that stare up at Kaeya, lips glazed with drool and rosy cheeks that match his body that’s caught up in flames of passion. 

“I… I’ll be so good for you—please…” he begs. 

The most obscene sight Kaeya has ever seen, indelicate and crude no matter how demure his expression is. He fights with all he’s got as Childe begs to be filled up, writhing and grabbing at whatever he can in utter frustration. Feisty and fussy unlike the Childe he knows. 

He reaches down to hold Kaeya’s hand, fed up with the lack of stimulation, and separates three of his fingers to push them in deep. 

Kaeya allows him to guide his hand as Childe looks up daringly. 

“I know you want it—too.” he struggles to keep his eyes open and maintain the resolve to continue, “You’re worried for… after you finish, right?” 

Kaeya can’t help but chuckle lightly as he pets his cheek, “Looks to me like it wouldn’t be enough.”

Childe keeps moving his hand in and out of himself with Kaeya matching the rhythm with an upward curl of his fingers every time they dig into his tight walls. 

“Well, you’ve got a mouth, don’t you?” 

An impertinent attempt as if Childe is exhausting all options one by one. If begging Kaeya won’t work, maybe riling him up will. He's willing to try anything, momentarily careless of how pathetic he must be coming off. 

His cheeky question is answered with Kaeya separating his fingers inside of him, extending them so opposite sides right around his sweet spot. Childe’s hand falls away from his as he squeaks.

Then, Kaeya closes the gap, only to spread them again. 

Childe crumbles with every scissoring motion of his fingers. He holds Kaeya’s face desperately, staring him in the eye. He doesn’t look away, doesn’t even blink as he coats Kaeya’s fingers with his hips spasming. 

“Take care of me.” he demands. 

Kaeya is sensible, especially when the situation calls for it. He performs well under pressure, but this — he’s not strong enough to resist this. 

He’s weak against Childe’s pretty noises and his soaking wet pussy. Therefore, he abides, practically tearing away his own clothes to settle on top. 

Childe reaches down, stroking his painfully hard cock zealously before guiding it inside. 

Kaeya’s impatience grows simply by looking at his unchaste expression. He holds Childe by the knees and folds him in half, drilling him viciously. 

Childe has no choice but to cover his mouth, abashed at the sounds he uncontrollably lets out, but Kaeya frees one of his knees and places his hands around his neck instead. 

Childe cries out, squirming under him with shaky legs, unable to help himself as his walls clench around Kaeya.  

But as much as he’s enjoying the view, Kaeya feels himself drawing dangerously near as well. So much pressure around his already aching cock and exquisite warmth surrounding it. 

He slips out and sits at the edge of the bed to pull Childe onto his lap. 

His body is limp and weary, leaning on Kaeya’s chest as he sinks down on him.

Kaeya holds him by the hips and guides them in circles, reaching into every neglected spot inside to fill him up to the brim. 

Childe moans into his mouth as the thrusts deepen, his hands roam Kaeya’s body aimlessly, attempting to reel him in even though they are chest to chest, as close as humanly possible with the way Kaeya buries himself in his walls. 

Childe wants to absorb him into his skin. No matter how good it feels, it never seems to be enough. Before he can fully enjoy one orgasm, he feels another creep up from between his legs. He feels dizzy with the amount of cum flushing out of him, spilling all over Kaeya. It feels impossible but Childe feels it shoot out continuously right where he wracks against. 

A few final thrusts as Kaeya tries to delay it as much as he can, he pushes Childe all the way down and stuffs him generously. 

Childe chokes, warmth overtakes his insides, a blissful yet short few moments pass until his neediness grows again. He slides off with a sharp hiss.

“Again—Kaeya. Please… I need—” Childe palms over his spent cock desperately, but it’s no use. Kaeya dwindles under his hold.

He needs more. 

Kaeya’s seed leaks out of him, mixed with his own. Even warmer than before, it paints Kaeya’s thigh white. Childe has no choice but to sit and wait, which is probably for the best since his legs are shaking uncontrollably. 

Though, Childe can’t help but hiss as he settles over his right leg. 

His folds spread over Kaeya’s toned thigh as pressure builds over his clit. He lifts his lips ever so slightly before sinking back down. His mouth is parted, gaze directed down in between their bodies. 

Kaeya watches silently how Childe slides back and forth on his thigh, soft sighs leave his lips with each round. 

He looks up at Kaeya as if he’s struck gold. It’s gentle and subtle, yet enough to send a shockwave to every single nerve ending. Though, an apologetic look takes over his face as soon as he realizes what he’s doing. Deviant and perverse, it's far from how he wants to be perceived by Kaeya. 

Fortunately, he doesn't. Kaeya cups his cheek reassuringly. “Go ahead, my love.” he coos, hoping to rid him of guilt. Hoping that Childe knows that there isn’t anything to be ashamed of, that he has no issues attending to him.

Anything for his beloved Ajax. 

“Think you can cum like that?” he asks softly. 

Childe nods, he looks too stunned to speak, in trance almost. Pleasure overwhelms him, Kaeya’s gentle tone and his hands that hold him in place, it’s bad for Childe’s heart and even worse for his drained yet greedy cunt. 

“Show me.” Kaeya whispers against his lips. 

Childe begins to move faster, sliding along his leg with whimpers.

“Kaeya…” his voice cracks. Depraved and exhausted. 

Kaeya presses a kiss on his lips, “I’m right here.” 

“Kaeya…”

“I know, baby, I’ve got you.” Kaeya subdues his worries, “You’re doing so well.” 

Childe chokes on air as he holds onto him for dear life, the only thing powerful enough to anchor him. 

Warmth and safety, loving touches and soft locks tangled in between Childe’s fingers. 

“I’ll fuck you again.” Kaeya drags his tongue along his neck.

“And again.” 

Lewd moans ring in his ears — “Until it’s enough. Don’t you worry.” 

Kaeya, still not having figured out the nuances of Childe's headspace, refrains from telling him how pathetic he looks. How hauntingly desperate he sounds while humping his leg.

So needy and sensitive that he's cumming over and over just from Kaeya's thigh. 

A mess, his mess. 

A mess that he loves putting back together only to scatter him over the sheets again. 

Kaeya's heart skips a beat with every plea, every twitch of Childe's delicate hips as he releases yet another time, he wants Childe sobbing on his cock until the morning. Until he's too drained to function so he just lays next to Kaeya and waits politely to be cleaned off and cuddled to sleep. 

Kaeya can no longer see this as a remedy to cure Childe's affliction, not when Childe leaks uncontrollably all over him. Generous yet needy, willing to give it his all so long as it’s reciprocated. 

Kaeya lifts his hips upon realizing that he's hard again. Childe's chest heaves with excitement, his eyes are ablaze with pure hunger, as if he'll die if he has to spend another second without Kaeya driving into his cervix.

Fortunately he doesn't have to wait any longer as the tip of his cock slides through with ease. 

Slippery and soft, his gummy walls reel him in as Kaeya pushes him down by the hips. 

“Perfect… Such a good boy.” Kaeya praises, working diligently to keep Childe alert as his eyes begin to close.

“Stay with me. Okay, Ajax?” he holds Childe’s chin in a firm grasp as he snaps out of the haze.

“Let me see that pretty face.” Kaeya smiles at him. 

There isn’t a single thought in his head, mind completely hollowed out. 

“Can you—lay me down?” he mumbles, guilt and exhaustion washes over him once again as Kaeya gently lays his head on the pillow. 

His movements are now more restrained, fighting the urge to wreck him ruthlessly. Childe appears more fragile as a portion of the high wears off and he can’t help but blame himself.

“Fuck—I’m sorry, Kaeya. It was so—hngh—reckless of me.”

“I don’t need an apology.” Kaeya leaves a gentle peck on his lips, “Not when you look so precious shaking under me.” he coos, and it’s enough to get Childe’s eyes to darken again. He sways between guilt and pleasure. His lips either carve a frown, or part to moan Kaeya’s name. 

“I’m doing my best not to hurt you, but know that it’s taking all I’ve got.” Kaeya speaks into his ear, digging his nails into Childe’s hips with the strain of holding back his own.

“I can—handle it.” 

Childe doesn’t know if he can, but he is in no position to mind it. 

Even if it means passing out in the middle of it, he needs Kaeya to pound him into the mattress, to handle him as he sees fit. 

And Kaeya happily obliges. He turns Childe on his stomach with one smooth maneuver and quickly slides back inside him. Childe is already screaming at the new angle, his walls tighten around Kaeya deliciously, sucking him in like he wants to be ripped apart. 

Kaeya leans forward with a grunt and binds his wrists together on his back with one hand. With nothing to provide proper balance, Childe sinks down on the bed, only his hips are held afloat by Kaeya’s grip. 

His face digs into the pillow and Kaeya slams into him mercilessly. 

Minutes pass yet his high never ceases. He has no control over even a single muscle as they all contract for Kaeya. 

He releases relentlessly, intense enough to have him crying over the fabric and soaking in his own tears. A sensation that leaves him breathless and ruined. 

Kaeya leans over him as his weight further crushes Childe. His teeth sink into the sensitive skin of his back, bite marks now scattered all over Childe’s waist and hips. 

Marks of the one he belongs to.

Childe knows that it’ll send a tingle down his spine when he stares at them in the mirror the following morning. 

Kaeya pulls away, but the aftershock is enough to keep him going for a few more, short-lived orgasms. 

He lands on his back, the pattern of the cloth has permeated his puffy cheeks while Kaeya gazes down on him hungrily. 

He settles between Childe’s thighs, not wasting another second before dragging his tongue along his puffy slit. 

“Kaeya!” Childe gasps and jolts up. He bursts into tears of pleasure as soft lips engulf his clit, sucking on it gently and moving in circles. Kaeya looks up and meets his gaze. His eyes stay locked on Childe’s tearful and reddened ones as he moves down and slips his tongue inside. 

Childe looks beautiful, crying and screaming for it. Kaeya has never seen him so unhinged. His face glows bright, wet with tears. 

Albedo hasn't explicitly suggested crying, but with the way he sobs Kaeya definitely thinks it's helping to some extent. 

Incoherent words and wails leave Childe’s mouth. If only he had the energy to flip Kaeya on his back, sit on his face and ride him until the morning — until Kaeya’s belly was full of his cum, until he was out of breath with a foggy mind just like his own. 

He reaches down to grab him by the hair and guides his lips and tongue. 

Liquid seeping into Kaeya's mouth as it does now, it is unprecedented. Except for rare instances in which Childe could squirt, but that was very seldom, not in an overflowing, mind-bending amount such as this. 

This is more like — Kaeya sucking his cock, choking and gagging as Childe rocks him by his hair rhythmically. Releasing loads of cum down his throat and painting his pretty mouth white. 

It's perfect. 

"Keep going." he melts into the sheets. 

Kaeya can tell exactly what he’s thinking, because he feels it too.

It doesn’t feel so much as eating him out anymore, he's — blowing Childe, somehow. Lips stretched over him while drinking up all that Childe graces him with. 

Warmth travels down his throat, Kaeya can hardly breathe, but it doesn't matter.

What matters is the taste on his tongue and the soft thighs pressing up against his face. 

He wants to sink his teeth into his legs, latch onto all there is and abuse it with his tongue and lips, he wants to swallow Childe whole. He needs all of him. 

However, there's no time for any of that as long as Childe aches for him, as long as his quivering hole yearns to be touched, licked and fucked by Kaeya until he’s ridden of the fire that burns between his legs. 

There is no room for stalling or detours. Like feeding an insatiable monster, Kaeya tends to him lustfully, sucking him dry until the intervals between his orgasms begin to lengthen. 

“Last one… I think.” Childe breathes out eventually, after a few hours that have felt like forever. The mist eclipsing his mind slowly clears up, yet drowsiness remains from all that his body went through. 

Kaeya pulls away and hovers over his spent boyfriend. 

“Better make it count then, hm?” he smiles. And Childe smiles back, like an absolute idiot. Euphoric and blissful, he clings onto Kaeya’s shoulders and spreads his legs, allowing him to enter for hopefully the last time, at least for now.

As the effect of the pollen fades, a stinging sensation penetrates his abused hole. He hisses in between kisses while Kaeya slows down. He thrusts in gently and slips a hand in between their bodies to stroke Childe’s clit. 

A spark lights up in the pit of his stomach, building up gradually until he squeezes Kaeya once more.

With that, Kaeya has no choice but to let himself go as well, releasing inside him with a growl that vibrates along Childe’s rib cage.  

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no but im getting closer i can almost taste it

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jingluo lazy mornings? 🥺🥺

OOOH RUBBING MY HANDS TOGETHER LIKE A FRUITFLY first of all with the way jing yuan is sleepy all the time i think every morning is a lazy morning when it's them :')

even if they have to get up early when luocha has a trade deal or jing yuan has a meeting, luocha wakes up EXTRA early so he can kind of help jing yuan sober up until its time to actually get up and start the day.

i also think jy would move A LOT in his sleep, like they go to sleep cuddling but in the morning he's on the edge of the bed or sleeping on luocha's stomach or sometimes sleeping on him fully and he can barely breathe but he finds it adorable.

he gets even heavier during sleep so its not so easy to move him in that state but if he's within reach then luocha spends hours (when they have the time) playing with his hair, kissing his shoulders and his arms — careful not to wake him up.

and since they arent always together and jy is so disoriented when he wakes up, the first thing he does is reach for luocha trying to figure out if they went to sleep together or if he was away.

he can tell immediately by how warm the bed is bc its so cold early morning whenever luocha isnt with him ;(

when jy realizes he's there though, he's filled with pure bliss. he's slow and heavy all morning, doesnt like to talk very much before he comes to his senses so he just pulls luocha close and kisses wherever he can get his lips on, listening to luocha giggle at how it tickles his neck and his face :')

and its even better when he wakes up laying on luocha's stomach or thighs bc he's so soft to lay on, almost always fully naked from the night before so he's like a warm pillow and jy doesnt have it in him to get up.

when thats the case he runs his fingers along luocha's hips and admires the view, presses kisses on his tummy a million times without ever getting bored.

as he gains consciousness and the strength to move he starts kissing up his body all along his torso, up to his neck, to his lips and its their first kiss of the day. he utters a soft, slurred "good morning" and buries his face in luocha's neck.

its like sharing a bed with a cat (albeit lion-sized) with the way jy makes sleeping so comfortable. he's so huggable and adorable in his sleep that luocha's breath hitches watching him rest.

and since he spends the mornings with jy asleep for most of it, his eyes light up when he eventually wakes up. it's like the sun rises for a second time when jing yuan is finally awake.

sometimes they cuddle, sometimes they drift off to sleep again until a stomach grumble wakes them up, sometimes they make out lazily for hours — still too exhausted to move. even when it slowly turns them on a bit, instead of initiating anything else they just keep on kissing, breathing heavily into each other's mouths as the kiss grows more heated.

and eventually jing yuan carries him to the kitchen, he never lets luocha touch anything when he stays over and insists on cooking for them both. luocha just watches in awe as he prepares breakfast just in his underwear and an apron. some days jy even forces himself awake before luocha so they can have breakfast in bed.

which is the most telling sign that he is HEAD OVER HEELS IN LOVE WITH THIS MAN. the fact that general jing yuan is willing to lose sleep over someone.

anyways i hate them and i hope they die ty for the ask take care !!!

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