#icb every kiss between these two has character development in it. IM SO

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@dupliciti: caging your ??? against a wall with your arms to kiss them . <3 ( meme source. )

   Kaeya has the vague suspicion that him being pinned down like this is a tradition between them, at this point.

   the Enigma doesn't startle when there's familiarity- corners of lips upturn as he moves to meet the mercenary's mouth where it matters, in a gesture they have repeated so many times it has become a habit. like cold hands cupping his face to cradle Sampo closer, closer.

   there's a novelty to it: as instructed the first time it happened, Kaeya parts his lips to receive the other man's tongue, lashes fluttering closed to enjoy the sensation is brings- fingers loosely curl over the warm skin of his jawline as warmth envelopes his face.

   there's that noise on the back of his throat again that Sampo draws out of him effortlessly- a sound he's a bit embarrassed about, having no control or hold over it. it's an independent thing in his throat, something that belongs to the one kissing him- that's the only conclusion he can reach. yes, this must be Sampo's doing and the product of it.

   but the matter that distracts him from the fluster is another: slowly, the conman seems to be losing the restraints that he himself put in place, where it comes to Kaeya. it seems to be an inner battle, from the way he's holding himself up against the wall, hands firmly away from a tightening squeeze over waist.

   but Kaeya likes the hold- it makes him feel safe, secure. it's a bit difficult to tell that to the conman while they're liplocking, though.

   he breaks the contact of lips and tongue with a flick of his, getting rid of a stray string of saliva that stretched out between them- an action so casual, one would think this is their normalcy. 

   dipping into affections, wet lips place an equally wet kiss on the side of Sampo's mouth. cold thumbs caress over cheekbones, and mouth follows line of the jaw, slow and tender. from an outside prespective, one would say that Kaeya is acting like the slippery conman belongs to him, is his to give contact and tenderness to.

   ' you're still holding back a little, ' the cobalt-haired Enigma steals the hand mercenary was holding so close to his chest and reveals it in one fell swoop, pulling back from kisses to look at the other man. ' you know I can handle you, right? '

   there's a gentle pressure of a fingertip over Sampo's nose, almost reprimanding in manner before soft lips replace it. 

 ' I'm not a cookie- I won't crumble if you hold me a little tighter, silly. '

   a pause, where he looks bewildered for a moment. 

   ' I mean, you can't also dip me in milk- that'd be even sillier. and messy. we wouldn't be able to find a glass that big to hold me, either. but, anyway... '

  pale diamond affixes in emerald before the former lowers, lost in thoughts. perhaps it's not correct to say that. perhaps... hmm. perhaps actions speak louder than words.

   there's a sharper curl of his mouth now, mischievous, fingers coaxing him back until their lips are barely brushing and their breaths mingling further- yet, not a liplock. he's testing, prodding to see where the message can be received without the need for words, and just a gentle nuzzle of nose tip against nose tip.

   ' I was saying- I think I can take you. maybe I'm wrong, but- what do you think? '