[ Even being guided and led by Kaeya to where he likes to be touched has an unexpected effect on Albedo. These are places hardly as forbidden to touch as his cock, and yet it somehow feels even more intimate, to be taught like this, to feel the pull of Kaeya's lips as he speaks, and the breath flowing through his lungs. To feel the jump of his skin beneath his touch as Albedo's slim fingers sweep over Kaeya's slender waist, and along the small of his back, dancing in the dips of his spine. ]
Mm. I understand.
[ Albedo hums thoughtfully, the lids of his eyes low as his focus zeroes in on what he's feeling, each ridge and dip and plane, learning the feel of Kaeya's sensitive spots with his touch. ]
Like this?
[ The hand against Kaeya's back turns so Albedo can delicately drag his fingernails low, scratching gently, while the other sweeps up the length of his neck, his thumb gliding over the swell of his bottom lip.
It's exquisite, he thinks, just to touch him like this. To touch anyone like this. ]
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Mm. I understand.
[ Albedo hums thoughtfully, the lids of his eyes low as his focus zeroes in on what he's feeling, each ridge and dip and plane, learning the feel of Kaeya's sensitive spots with his touch. ]
Like this?
[ The hand against Kaeya's back turns so Albedo can delicately drag his fingernails low, scratching gently, while the other sweeps up the length of his neck, his thumb gliding over the swell of his bottom lip.
It's exquisite, he thinks, just to touch him like this. To touch anyone like this. ]