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gold pours through the windows, spilling across the walls, warm and fuzzy against tangled limbs and unkempt hair. limber, gentle fingers waltz and dance across smooth pale skin slowly. albedo is pretty like this, kaeya thinks, when his lids are hooded sleepily as he hums and sighs under the warm buzz of his fingers on his skin.
“why are you staring at me?” albedo mumbles softly, heat vibrating under kaeya’s touch and puffing against his neck.
“no reason,” he says, lips pulled into a small smile, “i just think you’re pretty.”
kaeya’s eyes land on the way his abdomen tightens with his laugh just as fast as his hand slides into the dip of his waist, tracing the curve with a hum. he glides his digits over his arm, up to where albedo’s hand sits gently on his chest, slipping fingers between fingers before lifting up his hand to press soft kisses against is palm. the noise of content that comes from his lover is featherlike and airy as he traces the calluses on his hand. albedo’s hands are so flawed that they’re perfect. rough calluses litter his palms and fingertips; some formed from wielding his sword, fighting countless enemies with an effortless grace, others from hours and hours of hard work, writing reports and performing experiments with an intelligence and elegance he rarely ever finds in others. hands so pretty and dainty, so full of admirable marks and achievements. always so gentle and sweet against kaeya’s skin that he can’t avoid repaying that gentleness tenfold.
the strands of albedo’s hair tickles his cheek as his hand drifts to the silver locks, carding through and caressing with a slowness and affection that could only be conveyed through action. kaeya untangles, warmth curling in his chest when his lover leans into the gentle touch. his hair, so soft and silky, is always so beautiful. as if every inch of albedo, every fiber of his being were made to be breathtaking, ethereal no matter what. as if he were made to glow softer than the rays of the sun when the dawn grows near. even when the breeze blows against his silver blonde locks, or when he forgets to keep his hair tame, or when he lets kaeya move his hands freely when the two of them lay under the moonlight. his beauty holds an eternity that the raiden shogun could never achieve - and kaeya would risk a painful death by her hand if it meant proving those words true.
albedo shifts, moving his head so he can nuzzle his nose against kaeya’s cheek, lips pressing kisses gently against his skin - a quiet request for a kiss that kaeya gladly accepts. their lips move with a lazy slowness, as if they have all the time in the world. when they separate, albedo lingers, his hand pressed against the side of kaeya’s neck.
“you’re so pretty,” kaeya mutters, reveling in the way albedo’s lips brush against his as he smiles.
“you said that already,” he hums softly, shifting to place himself on top of kaeya comfortably.
“and? i can’t say it again?” his hands land on pale hips, porcelain smooth and soft to the touch.
“no, it was a simple observation.”
“oh? got any other observations about me?”
unsurprisingly, albedo nods. “i have many. you’re quite clever, although you waste your cleverness to avoid your work.” he kisses the pout away from kaeya’s lips before continuing. “you’re very skilled with your hands.”
when he doesn’t elaborate, kaeya raises an eyebrow. “and how exactly can you tell?"
his quick response catches him off guard. “you’re efficient and have good control. your handwriting is an exception, though. i feel pity for anyone who tries to read anything you’ve written.”
“so cruel, my love,” kaeya says in mock betrayal, but he accepts another kiss nonetheless.
“but the way you talk,” albedo begins with his forehead pressed against his lover’s, “and how sometimes you seem to speak without opening your mouth. it’s indescribable, but it makes me happy.”
kaeya can only smile in response. “is this a confession?”
albedo pouts. “you’ve already proposed to me. why would it matter?”
he reaches up to cup albedo’s face, practically melting against his touch. “well, it would be pretty cute, so i think it would matter quite a lot.”
the blonde just rolls his eyes and leans in for another kiss. kaeya’s hands wander, one taking its place in the platinum blonde hair and the other moving back down to those smooth hips. he pulls gently on the silky locks, feeling the owner suck in a breath against his lips, the fuzzy warmth growing hotter with every movement. albedo is so pretty, kaeya thinks, even when his eyes are closed. he’s still pretty nonetheless, and he doesn’t need to see to know that. he knows; with the way his hips rock slowly and carefully, shaky from sensitivity, lips soft and gentle despite the obvious desire radiating from his skin. his voice is pretty, soft and weak from the night before, desperate and needy and so so sweet. if given the choice, kaeya would rather drink his lover’s soft cries than any expensive mondstadt wine.
his voice is even prettier when the words stumble out of his mouth, coated and dripping with affection: “i love you.”