[ Blissfully unaware of any internal crises that Kaeya might be pushing through, Albedo winds his arms around Kaeya's middle like vines, fingertips exploring the planes of his back, the dips of his spine, the curve of his ribs. What a privilege it is, to touch another person in this way, to learn the way their body feels beneath his fingers. He wouldn't have expected it to feel any different from touching himself, but it is, even if he does not yet fully comprehend how.
Touching his brow to Kaeya's, one of his hands slips between them again, fingertips now gliding along his collarbone, teasing at soft and sensitive skin. ]
I want to learn you.
[ Lower his fingers move, down towards Kaeya's navel, over the hard lines of muscles in his abdomen. He feels good. Warm, solid. Why does touching him like this feel so good? Why does it stoke the embers inside him into a fire once more? ]
no subject
Touching his brow to Kaeya's, one of his hands slips between them again, fingertips now gliding along his collarbone, teasing at soft and sensitive skin. ]
I want to learn you.
[ Lower his fingers move, down towards Kaeya's navel, over the hard lines of muscles in his abdomen. He feels good. Warm, solid. Why does touching him like this feel so good? Why does it stoke the embers inside him into a fire once more? ]
Every inch of you.