[ honestly, whether or not albedo is simply meant to be a notch on his belt or not is something that even kaeya cannot answer.
for a long time, he's done everything in his power to fill the raw and aching hole in his heart - wine and sex numb the pain better than anything, he's found, and so this is the sort of thing he does. it's good fun to talk a pretty face into his bed, and for all he can be a filthy liar, kaeya is generally upfront about these sorts of things. he hasn't promised albedo anything beyond a lovely night in one another's company. still.. albedo isn't a nameless face he met in the angel's share on a lonely thursday night. he's a compatriot, and now, he thinks, kaeya would even call him a friend. albedo has peered into his past, into his soul.
so what will come of this.. well, that remains to be seen, doesn't it? kaeya is doing himself the favor of not thinking too far ahead. especially once albedo breathes that soft, sweet sound against his lips, kaeya's mind goes deliciously blank. when the kiss breaks so albedo can speak, kaeya presses their foreheads together, briefly, before he's mouthing his way down albedo's throat. ]
Mm.. good to know.
[ he murmurs, both hands gliding down albedo's back, pulling him even nearer still, until their bodies are flush. he's not.. entirely surprised to learn that albedo has never done anything like this before. the man is too devoted to his work for his own good. still, he's grown, and painfully beautiful - how on earth is kaeya the first person to talk him into bed? he'll consider himself lucky, and adjust accordingly. if albedo is new to all of this, kaeya will treat that with the gravity it deserves.
which means being a perfect gentleman, and stooping to sweep albedo right up into his arms. it's easy, for how slight his companion is. kaeya moves toward the winding wooden stairs that lead to his loft sleeping area. ]
Let's head somewhere more comfortable, hmm?
[ the nearby couch would've been just fine, were albedo any old rando, and were he more experienced, but.. as neither of those are the case, to the bed it is. ]
am i??
for a long time, he's done everything in his power to fill the raw and aching hole in his heart - wine and sex numb the pain better than anything, he's found, and so this is the sort of thing he does. it's good fun to talk a pretty face into his bed, and for all he can be a filthy liar, kaeya is generally upfront about these sorts of things. he hasn't promised albedo anything beyond a lovely night in one another's company. still.. albedo isn't a nameless face he met in the angel's share on a lonely thursday night. he's a compatriot, and now, he thinks, kaeya would even call him a friend. albedo has peered into his past, into his soul.
so what will come of this.. well, that remains to be seen, doesn't it? kaeya is doing himself the favor of not thinking too far ahead. especially once albedo breathes that soft, sweet sound against his lips, kaeya's mind goes deliciously blank. when the kiss breaks so albedo can speak, kaeya presses their foreheads together, briefly, before he's mouthing his way down albedo's throat. ]
Mm.. good to know.
[ he murmurs, both hands gliding down albedo's back, pulling him even nearer still, until their bodies are flush. he's not.. entirely surprised to learn that albedo has never done anything like this before. the man is too devoted to his work for his own good. still, he's grown, and painfully beautiful - how on earth is kaeya the first person to talk him into bed? he'll consider himself lucky, and adjust accordingly. if albedo is new to all of this, kaeya will treat that with the gravity it deserves.
which means being a perfect gentleman, and stooping to sweep albedo right up into his arms. it's easy, for how slight his companion is. kaeya moves toward the winding wooden stairs that lead to his loft sleeping area. ]
Let's head somewhere more comfortable, hmm?
[ the nearby couch would've been just fine, were albedo any old rando, and were he more experienced, but.. as neither of those are the case, to the bed it is. ]