#me: lmao [throws angst at you like pocketsand]

[glacialswordsman-a]

" i know exactly what i'm doing, actually " they snort , pressing a gentle kiss against his jaw, beginning to trail the kisses back and down towards his neck. " i'm worshipping my very smart, very beautiful partner who deserves to know how much i love him. " they rest their head against his shoulder for a moment, wrapping their arms around him to rest their hands against his stomach . " you're always the one taking care of me , so let me return the favour . " they press a kiss against his shoulder , over a familiar bite mark that had been left there ages ago at this point . one that they were both a little guilty yet proud of . then they turn to begin trailing kisses towards his neck , leaving little bites here and there .

" you're always taking care of everyone else , honestly . it's about time you take a break and allow someone to take care of you . though maybe you just need to be tired out so that silly brain of yours can relax for once , hm ? "

( :3c. sumeru time obvi but teehee! )

Snorting lightheartedly, Kaeya gave a fond smile as he felt the kiss to his jaw before Ajax’s lips began to move down his neck. “Uh-huh, I’m sure you do,” he quipped, a small laugh leaving him. It was clear that the Snezhnayan was up to something, and Kaeya was ever wary, even with his beloved—actually, especially with his beloved. Their antics always varied wildly, so he wasn’t quite sure what they were up to.

Though, as they explained what they were doing, the Mondstadtian tensed up a bit as his witty remarks died in his throat. He stood in place as the other rests against him and presses their hands to his stomach, sending a jolt of butterflies straight through it as he shuddered lightly. “—Ajax,” he finally exhaled wispily, but even then, nothing else came out afterwards.

His breath hitched as he felt their lips press against that long-healed bite mark before they trailed back to his neck, leaving little nips in their path. Kaeya felt his face and the tips of his ears absolutely burning up, his brows scrunching together upwardly as they continued to speak. As they continued to praise him, assure him—love him.

A lump had formed in his throat, but he quickly swallowed it down as his own hands shifted to place themselves atop the ones that remained against his stomach, a soft huff akin to laughter leaving him when his brain was called silly.

“Of course I’d take care of you, why wouldn’t I? As for everyone else, I’m merely doing my job, that’s—that’s all. There’s nothing else to it, liebling. This…” he trails off, shivering faintly again as he wet his lips, suddenly feeling as though his mouth had gone all too dry.

“This isn’t…necessary. There’s nothing for you to worship.”

He’d only be worshipping an effigy.