#((ok but memes aside i really had to pick the most domestic of vibes for this prompt))

[pctaldrunk]

@dreams-of-fate asked : a kiss on the knee. (.... xie.ta for bai.liu, BYYYYYYYYYE) - KISSES (ACCEPTING)

Feels the light touch against bare skin emerging from the legs of comfortable shorts, and he SMILES faintly and wonders if X.ie Ta is thinking about the interesting facts he's been learning about being human again. Sets aside his tools, and reaches forward, fingertips settling light upon sculpted jaw, to tilt X.ie Ta's face backwards so that he might press lips reverently to the curve of dark brows. While M.u Ke is certainly more than willing to book all of their personal care appointments for the rest of time - B.ai Liu has been cutting his own hair since he started living outside of the care home in the school dorms, where a pair of scissors won't be confiscated just because the teachers believed he was INCLINED toward mischief. And - if he's honest, there's something nostalgic about sitting like this in the afternoon light, the man he loves tucked into and in front of him, occasionally needing to be reminded that he ought to sit up and not doze off against B.ai Liu's thigh if he wants the back of his head to look EVEN.

The tight quarters reminds him of tucking up together in the dried out baptism pool in the summer, of how the past became not WHOLLY unhappy for not being alone. There is COMFORT - years ago, in brushing silver strands out of eyes glowing ice blue, and NOW, in clearing away the overgrown black that creeps past his eyelid. He never needed to be hidden from the world, to B.ai Liu. "...You're pretty much done." Another kiss, falling over the dip before the bridge of nose. "Now you just need to wash your hair."