#the ginger kaeya protection squad is real & alive & i am SO here for it

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kaeya ?   trying to sit on ayaks’ lap right here, in the middle of the angels share ?   to give him a kiss on the forehead ?   well actually … yes.

AYAKS  he slides his palms over the warm curve of kaeya’s rear; big, eager & possessive - yes. also denying just about everyone else their line of sight.       some of them aren’t being subtle.

“aww, hmm...” the kneejerk usual bleeds into something softer, nude before the way this captain keeps feeding him bits of himself as if they’re simply his to eat. “you’re so sweet with me.” ( some obvious things deserve to be stated. )

     a hitch in ayaks’ behaviour.

“how has your day been, sweetheart..?” the undercurrent is too low for the gentle melody of this murmur. he lifts a hand off mondt’s national treasure. “i know they work you hard.” & it’s not that his voice rises, exactly. “wanna unwind together? i’ll be sure to help you fall asleep~” speaking into little kisses, things so small & sugary as to brighten his insides with tight little sparks that bloom into sweeter, mellow things.

    the creak of tendon & bone sounds from behind & below his lover.     there are some other sounds from there too, but. who cares.

nose to nose in an eskimo kiss / cheek nuzzled along cheek for the endearment bred in his chest by one such as this. the dark blue of kaeya’s hair tickles his ear. the pits of his eyes greet pain with apathy. the bartender does not interfere.

when he growls it’s a safety blanket. “let’s go home, babe.”