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[ is this normal behavior?

He does prefer to… you know, not be alone. But he’s uncharacteristically slumped on the table, so it’s impossible to see his face. ]

[ is this a normal behavior #butterflymeme ]

[ he should leave him here or throw him into the lake, but instead he sets a hand on his back. ] Snow?

[ instantly, he tenses. No, touch feels good, very good, even if it’s not intimate. He’s in danger.

But he tries to play it off. ]

Hmm~?

[ time to sit up, and hope his dark skin hides the worst of how he’s feeling, and the rest gets passed up to being drunk.

And yet he still feels a strong desire to beg him to fuck him. ]

I thought we had nothing more to say to each other?

[ ignores that question and keeps his hand on his back. ] Why are you still here, ..? I'm assuming you found some more alcohol to poison your system with. If nothing else let me dump you on BonBon's doorstep. I'm sure I'll get blamed if you don't make it home for some reason anyway.

[ stop touching—

No, wait, keep touching. No, wait again—- ]

How courteous, but I doubt that?

[ hard to keep a pleasant facade, actually. He raises a hand to rub at his face. ]

If anything, Zephyr would join me…

[ he trails off, glancing at Childe ]

...and people think *I'm* a bad influence. [ rolls his eyes. ] Get up, Snow. [ or if he doesn't in the next couple of seconds childe is just going to scoop him up in his arms. ]

[ have you met the citizens of mondstadt. he just laughs, ]

Iiiiii don't think I will.

[ he says until he's scooped up? which makes all of his touch issues so much worse, and it literally takes his breath away, so he can't respond immediately ]

Y-You can't be serious.

[ he is, undoubtedly, warm. and the flushing is much more apparent, oops. and when he moves to shove him off, it's like his strength is zapped. weird. ]

[ no, and he’s not the least bit interested in meeting any of them. ] Of course you’re going to be difficult. [ so, yep, scooping him up and… huh, having fought with him a number of times he knows he no pushover, so this is strange. he quirks a brow, but doesn’t push for answers… yet. ]

You seem to like it. [ brushes his lips over his cheek, smirking. ] You’re turning a pretty shade of red.

[ he does like it. he can tell that much, because he almost loses it at the barest hint of a kiss. ]

... Dying extracts a heavy price.

[ he finally admits when his brain starts working again. ]

Put me down.

Give me one good reason.

[ he has so many reasons. he can walk, he doesn't like him, he'd rather stay here drinking, but they inevitably turn towards wanting more touching and less carrying.

he exhales, settling for the first one,]

... I can walk.

[ drops him. ]

Can you though?

[ well, fine. he lands on the ground, landing hard on his back. He asked for that, but-- he starts to sit up, ]

Was that really necessary?

[ sets a boot to his chest and shoves him back, roughly. leans down reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeal close. ] Nothing's necessary. You're flushed, Snow, *why*. From all the liquor, or something else?

[ he stares up at him, pursing his lips tightly, but his defiant look is dulled, and he can't quite master that smug smirk the way he want.

hell, he's practically looking at him with open desire, even though his mouth says something different. ]

You just can't seem to decide if you want to talk or not, can you?

I don’t want to talk… at least not about anything serious. You look needy, Snow. Why’s that, you looking to get fucked?

Yes.

[ even though he doesn't want to admit it, his head is full of fog and he can't stop thinking about it.

remarkable how quickly he snapped this time, oops ]

[ … ]

[ wat. ]

[ he looks confused, but manages to bury it, removing his foot to instead knee down over snow and kiss him. ] You’re lucky I like you. [ sets a palm on his crotch and rubs him through the fabric of his clothes as he continues to lavish him in kisses. ]

[ his head is completely empty, and he gasps against his mouth, back arching to press flush against him. is he lucky?

he doesn't think so, but he is needy, and sensitive. his hands go up, sliding up and around his neck to pull him closer, as soft moans occasionally escape his mouth ]

…Snow, can you hear me, or is all you have on the brain dick! [ chuckles against his lips. ] What’s gotten into you. [ dotes on him, giving him a mess of attention and affection. ] I’m not going to fuck you here, so why don’t we go back to Cupcake.

[ was he talking

When he pulls back, Kaeya looks a little dazed. He doesn't want to stop? ]

What?

[ anyway there's the answer to the first question ]

…

[ he is so fucked up. Childe should stop, but he doesn’t give a fuck. snow is being pliant and has no objections, so he just yanks him up off the ground and drags him straight into the bar. he shoves him against the door and captures his lips in a fierce kiss, rolling his hips into him as he groans into his mouth. ] Tell me what you want.

[ his breath catches, and his hand goes to fist in his shirt, as a full body shudder takes him, and his skin somehow flushes darker. he needs it-- he needs him inside of him? he's practically clinging, and his gaze is unfocused. ]

F-Fuck me.

[ gone is all hint of his previous defiance and smugness ]

[ childe deftly unbuttons, unzips, and unfastens the clothes in the way; keeping snow bodily pinned to the door. ] I’ve got you. [ smirks against his lips before giving him another kiss, one arm hooking under snow’s thigh to lift to as childe grinds that much harder into him. ] You look good like this, Snow. [ sinks his teeth into his neck, sucking a fiendish red mark into the skin. ] How bad do you want it? How bad do you want me?

[ is he being teased? he's being teased. he has to be. but he lets his head thunk back against the wall, as childe sinks his teeth into his neck, a shuddering, needy groan escaping his lips.

It's the first time he's ever felt himself come quite so undone. ]

I need it.

[ he is going to regret admitting that, probably. but his hand snakes around his neck, steadying himself, and giving him an easier way to press closer against childe. ]

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