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It was almost pathetic, really. How easily he allowed himself to be sat down on the couch by Kaeya. This surely couldn't be the same emboldened, adamant, stubborn man. Whose will wouldn't break for just about anything or anyone. The same brash and reckless outlaw, who'd kept the remnants of his phantom heart firmly encased in layer upon layer of iron, honestly terrified of letting anyone get as close as Kaeya was at this moment. To think he wound up marrying the man in the end, making the most intimate decision to even ask. Scaring himself with how right it all felt to him, after years spent roaming the galaxy, being the walking dead man he considered himself to be, living solely for the sake of his family's memory. Not much of a life.

Yet, yet... now? This was a life worth living. No longer needing to lug around the weight of his grief, closure finally received, no longer having the ruthless urges of revenge plaguing his every thought. His family could rest, and he could live for himself after all that time.

Crosshair was blown wide, crimson dot in the center expanded as well. All in order to completely and entirely take in every last detail of the handsome sight before him. Hazy gaze trying hard to remain sharp, never once wavering in its focus on the man before him. One could make the assumption this was the same way a seasoned hunter would assess its target. True enough. But Boothill's remaining eye was not regarding Kaeya with the same seething bitterness he reserved for a certain corporation. Reverence, devotion, tenderness.

Sensors throughout his body flared like at Kaeya climbing onto his lap and held him, arms swiftly encircling in return to keep him in place. "Close as two damn hibernatin' rattlesnakes... still ain't close enough for me." Voice was deep, low, rough.

This new sensitivity, sensations, were still something to adjust to. But, hell, if he didn't absolutely relish in it all. Having someone who showed such genuine and true affection to his body born of rage and desperation, created only to bring destruction. Even after everything they'd been through, it still left him stunned.

Eyes grew half-lidded, gladly (or maybe was it greedily) responding to each and every kiss, always mindful of his sharper teeth, arms pulling him closer against his chest. Aeons, if this was what getting drunk felt like back in the day? He'd get absolutely wasted to the point of no return on the feeling, whether it be made into a whiskey or a wine. Hangover be damned.

Kaeya really did know him too well, didn't he? Enough to know the sensation of a hand tangling in his hair would bring forth an adoring sigh and Boothill smiling into their current kiss. With his ability to well and truly feel being limited to only above his neck for so long before the sensory upgrade, even the slightest touch would be enough to melt him or catch him off guard. Effortlessly.

Only just beginning to close his eyes, they snapped open once the kiss was just barely broken. Being just enough for him to narrow his eyes and Kaeya to earn an irritated growl. Did he like the pull on his hair? Yes. Was he still gonna act all upset? Oh, absolutely.

"Now, sweetheart, I don't take too kindly-"

Oh... oh-

Every urge was telling him to duck his head away, avoid the beautiful gaze that was freezing him solid. Old thoughts rising back up. He didn't deserve this, such loving words that always threw him out of whack. More metal than man, a machine made for carrying out dangerous chaos. Yet, he remained still, rapt. He always did like the night sky, and Kaeya's blue eye may as well be a galaxy full of stars.

Managing to bite back any remark of refute, even with how difficult it proved to be, he relented. "You're wreckin' me here, you handsome as hell rascal..." Head leaned into the devastatingly gentle touch, tilting it to give more access to the remainder of skin along his neck. "Only... only for you. You're the only one that gets me all like this."

Oh, he was hopeless. Never would he admit such a thing so openly. The vulnerability, the intimacy of it, not to mention the trust. Three concepts he'd once closed himself of to. Previously striving to always be seen as this roguish, tough hunter. Who knew metal could be worn down so easily?

However. Not all the fire in him was completely put out.

A smirk gradually took over his face, eye flickering red, a hand rising up to grasp the brim of his hat. "Don't you go forgettin'..." A raspy chuckle left before he firmly placed the hat atop Kaeya's head, mouth right beside his ear with a gruff, "you're mine, too."

Hand then came to rest against his cheek, fully ready to meet him when he returned to kiss him again. Showing a gentleness unfitting of him, but that certainly didn't mean the affection was devoid of any passion. Leaning back against the couch, both arms winding around him in a grip that was perhaps enough to leave indents on Kaeya's skin, but not enough to cause harm.

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❛ i don't care if someone sees us. i need you, now. ❜ ~@lustbcrne (Tartaglia for Alya hfbjhfg)

Thin pupils grew wide as the Harbingers soft words set in. Sharp teeth glinted in the light as Alya gave him their ‘cat that caught the canary’ pleased grin, one hand grabbing his wrist as they leaned in close, dropping there gaze to lips for a split second, just to tease. “Hmmm, how bold of you, Tar~tag~lia~ But I spy an alleyway.” Leaning back, a glint of something like mischief in their eyes, they squeeze his wrist just a touch on the rough side, “Next time you’ll have to catch me~”

He looked so nice like this, openly wanting them, it decided to play a little nice (out in the open at least).

Pulling him swiftly into the alleyway, far enough back that it would be a bit more difficult for someone to see them, Alya slipped one hand up his jacket as they dropped to their knees. “How do you want me? Down here,” its’ tongue swiped across bare stomach, the taste of him one they always enjoyed, undoing his belt in the process, “Bent over? On the ground?”

Dragging their other hand slowly down their chest, a couple buttons of their shirt popped open on the way down to their belt, that they swiftly undid. “Take what you need~”

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Their eyes rolled back at the firm press of his thigh against them, the need taking over when they instinctively rolled their hips, seeking that delicious friction he had initiated. A quiet, breathy sigh of his name left it, head tilted back just for a moment. A tiger rarely bared its’ neck, but Alya would always make exceptions for Tartaglia, letting him see bare skin, so open and vulnerable — before their gaze snapped back to him, neck no longer so bare, and eyes filled with a hunger that burned gold. Sparks lit up his fingertips, and it couldn’t help the shiver that rolled through their spine, pupils expanding at just the tease.

Eyes blown wide with excitement, their hips rolled, pressing down even harder against his thigh as they welcomed his kiss — a laugh and a moan catching in their throat like his lower lip between their teeth. Even as it slipped a hand under his shirt, the fervor of their excitement clouding their mind, they remembered enough to pull back (just a hairs breath away), “I will…let you know if I need a pause….” Scrapping the knife against his neck, not enough to make him bleed — that was an honor they only awarded their teeth and claws — Alya instead stuck it in the wall, just with reach. Nipping his ear, it grinned against his jaw, “That’s available to you too, Tarta,”

As its’ voice dropped a little lower, their focus tunnel visioned into removing his jacket swiftly, not caring if they left little claw marks behind. “Tarta please, please touch me more.”