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[ 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. ]

...course you do. [ oh, he's absoLUTELY going to regret it. childe tugs snow's pants down, something thick and slick pressing against his asshole to start the preparation, though childe should really just forgo it because of how snow handled him last time. he... decides not to be a spiteful bitch, and instead continues having the hydro tentacle take care of him. ] Do you want me to fuck you full, Snow? I can fill you up like nobody else could even dream of.

[ honestly, he almost doesn't even need it. but when he's whispering those things in his ear... ]

Please.

[ he knows some manners, after all. he's practically panting against his lips. ]

[ this is hot. childe likes seeing snow like this. he drags his tongue along the shell of his ear, whispering ] Since you asked so nicely. [ he plunges the hydro tentacle into him, to fill him up while he slips a hand in between them to start working on his own clothes. ] Didn't really even need it, surprisingly. You're *really* something special, hm? [ another tentacle presses against his entrance as childe takes both of their dicks in hand; stroking them fervently. ] I can smell the abyss on you, Snow, perhaps I should show you my side of the abyss. I think you'll like it.

[ The commentary on the abyss pings something distantly for him, but he can't focus on it. not with the hand on his dick, and the tentacle in his ass, rendering him completely helpless against Childe. he feels his strength fading, as the panting gets more apparent, and his eyes gaze at childe, unfocused but unable to look away. ]

Yes...

[ he could do anything, as long as he keeps touching him, kaeya just needs that fullness. ]

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