[ gods, how can kaeya be expected to behave himself when albedo is performing so perfectly beneath him, his pretty cock stiffening, his soft, delectable thighs pressing against kaeya's hips?

it would be so easy to fuck him into the mattress, right here and now, to slick him up and take him until he's begging and twisting and unraveling perfectly, just for him. the thought alone is enough to make kaeya groan, his hips hitching, grinding hard against albedo's, his own cock twitching as blood rushes south. kaeya's mouth drags over the warm hill of albedo's cheek to his ear, whispering against it. ]

You make it very, very difficult for a man to resist you, do you know that?

[ his breath rushes against albedo's ear, his hips grinding downward again. ]

How can you expect me to behave myself with your perfect thighs around my waist?

[ but he has to behave himself. he must. kaeya will never claim to be a good person, but he has his limits; they're both still tipsy, albedo is a virgin, taking him now, here, like this - especially when he says forwardly that he doesn't know if he's ready for it - would be.. wrong. gods, it would be wrong, kaeya wants to be wrong, he wants to flip albedo over and tug up those delicate hips and fuck him senseless. frustration clear in his voice, kaeya squeezes albedo's hands in his own, pressing his thumbs against his palms. ]

.. maybe next time.