[ In the moments that follow, Albedo can't help but think it has been a mistake to deny himself this for so long, to set aside something that is so integral to the human experience because he simply couldn't be bothered with it. He is not typically one to worry about giving himself pleasure simply for pleasure's sake - everything he enjoys, it is in pursuit of something greater than himself. His only indulgence is his art, and even that began as a means to help his busy mind work through complicated problems.
And perhaps there are some...lingering reasons behind that, reasons that he doesn't pay as much attention to as maybe he should, but such thoughts are far from his mind right now. Kaeya fills every space in his mind with his taste and his hands and his body, leaving no room for Albedo's doubts or worries to filter through, and it's all for the better.
Their hips grind together, and Albedo positively whimpers.
Maybe he should be embarrassed at being so sensitive, so delicate, but something tells him that Kaeya loves this, and so he doesn't attempt to restrain his response, if he even could, with how good it feels. Soon enough his top is completely bare, a blanket of gooseflesh marking his skin, and as Kaeya's mouth trails down his body, he swears his partner must be able to feel the way his heart slams mercilessly against his ribs, the way he shivers at the beautiful, glistening trail Kaeya leaves on his pale, unblemished skin.
One hand falls to gather a fistful of the blanket beneath them, the other holding fast in Kaeya's hair, pressing his head just so in encouragement. ]
Hn - Kaeya - yes, right there...
[ He gasps again, tipping his head back against the sheets. His mouth is traveling so very low, to areas so very sensitive, and his hips give an involuntary jerk, squirming against the blankets, his knees now squeezing at Kaeya's shoulders.
He's dizzy. Delirious. He's never felt like this before, and yet still he wants more. ]
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And perhaps there are some...lingering reasons behind that, reasons that he doesn't pay as much attention to as maybe he should, but such thoughts are far from his mind right now. Kaeya fills every space in his mind with his taste and his hands and his body, leaving no room for Albedo's doubts or worries to filter through, and it's all for the better.
Their hips grind together, and Albedo positively whimpers.
Maybe he should be embarrassed at being so sensitive, so delicate, but something tells him that Kaeya loves this, and so he doesn't attempt to restrain his response, if he even could, with how good it feels. Soon enough his top is completely bare, a blanket of gooseflesh marking his skin, and as Kaeya's mouth trails down his body, he swears his partner must be able to feel the way his heart slams mercilessly against his ribs, the way he shivers at the beautiful, glistening trail Kaeya leaves on his pale, unblemished skin.
One hand falls to gather a fistful of the blanket beneath them, the other holding fast in Kaeya's hair, pressing his head just so in encouragement. ]
Hn - Kaeya - yes, right there...
[ He gasps again, tipping his head back against the sheets. His mouth is traveling so very low, to areas so very sensitive, and his hips give an involuntary jerk, squirming against the blankets, his knees now squeezing at Kaeya's shoulders.
He's dizzy. Delirious. He's never felt like this before, and yet still he wants more. ]