other times, he'd much rather annoy you by pulling you in close where you can see his all the colors in his star-like eye and then just. pulling away. when you look at him, disgruntled, he feigns ignorance like the menace he is, nonchalant even when he can see your eyes drop very obviously to his mouth.

when you've finally had enough and yank him close by his collar, you can feel his lips curve smugly against yours. this is right where he wants to be.

if you're of a shyer nature, though? he has a field day messing with you, delighting in the reactions he can draw, in the way your breaths turn shallow and in the way your eyes refuse to meet his gaze. he won't actually kiss you, but his lips travel across your cheekbones, ghosting over your skin, lingering over the curve of your ear until you shiver before he returns to your jaw.

either way, he'll make you ask for it, and he'll do it unapologetically. he's not a mind reader, you know.

if you want something, well, you'll just have to use your words, darling.

wriothesley.

before he pulls you in, he observes.

his hands rest gently at your waist, and he simply drinks the sight of you in, taking in the light in your eyes, the way your body rises and falls with your breaths beneath his palms, the way your lips part ever-so-slightly, waiting.

not because he has to, not because he needs to. time isn't always guaranteed, and he isn't one to put much stock in fortune, so he'd like to savor this moment. though, he'd always call himself lucky to be with you.

and when he finally does give in?

it starts off slow. slow, like a pot of water only just beginning to simmer, still heated, still restrained, one hand moving up to caress your face. the other stays at your waist, anchoring you right where you are.

though passionate, it is measured; he knows his strength, and he'd rather not lose control.

though, he is just a man. when you take matters into your own hands and loop your arms around his neck to leverage yourself closer to him, it is all he can do to hold back.

push a little more, and before long, he'll have you hoisted in his arms against a wall or sat on top of his desk so he can get to it, properly.

baizhu

the thing about baizhu is that he cannot exert himself too much.

he's always absorbing some ailment or the other, and he is an incredibly busy man, so as disappointing it may be, he physically can't spend his time kissing you to his heart's content.

but he's nothing if not accommodating for you. his favorite kisses are the ones he can steal quickly in the in between, whenever your guard is down and your eyes light up at the sight of him: when he sees you out in the city, when he catches a glimpse of you in the morning when you're still resting, when he catches you working away at whatever you've set your mind to.

he lives for the moments he can gently brush a featherlight kiss against your cheek, your forehead or your fingers when he takes your hand in his, he lives for the way your breath hitches when he does. he leans in, soft as can be, his verdant hair brushing against your skin, ecstatic for even the lightest of touches.

he lingers in more ways than one, for his lips leave an impression that haunts you long after he leaves.

and if eventually, you tip your face in his direction, leaning your cheek towards him subconciously when you see him next?

he'll be just as happy to oblige.

phainon.

oh, he's never been picky when it comes to lavishing you in affection. he gives out kisses generously, no matter the occasion; to comfort, to tease, or simply because he feels like it.

asking him to pick a favorite spot to kiss you would drive him up the wall. how can he decide, when every part of you is divine? and when it comes to the kisses he enjoys most? it is just as hard a competition.

but there is one scenario that he holds close to his heart.

he adores, with every fiber of his being, times when you are truly happy.

no matter the reason, momentous or insignificant, when your face is bright with joy, laughter echoing unfettered and unrestrained, that is when he picks you up and spins you around and around in his arms, basking in the light you give off, covering your face in kisses over and over and over.

he may be the deliverer, the sun of his world, radiant beyond all else, but what is the sun in the face of the one he loves the most? it is you he revolves around; and there is truly no sight in the world comparable to that of your face lit alive in exuberance. even if it is merely a passing moment, he has no burdens in the face of your smile.

and so, without fail, every single time you smile or laugh, expect a kiss from him. and then maybe another. and another one, for good measure, before he melts into you, his plush lips curving into the kiss with a content sigh.

and if that action was to spark more laughter from you? well, that's perfect, isn't it? he'd consider that another good thing in this world of his.

mydei.

oh, you think him stoic? you think him a warrior immovable? you think him made of stone? you'd be wrong, in all counts.

this man is a yearner.

he proves it in every single glance he sends your way, sharpness softening at the sight of you. his eyes follow you when you enter the room, almost transfixed by your presence.

he proves it in every single call of your name, tender and sweet. he says it both like a secret and like a caress, something he cherishes. what nickname could ever match the call of your name?

and he proves his yearning each and every time he pours his heart out onto your lips, laying himself bare to your touch.

he cradles your face like it is the most precious thing he's ever held in his palms. he always starts off slow, showing you just how much he treasures you. and when the kiss turns deeper, his brows furrow ever so slightly in concentration, as his grip tightens and he pulls you even closer. still. it isn't close enough.

he puts his all into each kiss, like with everything he does.

and he will not say it until you ask, but you keep a lot of his internal strife at bay. so if you ever find yourself needing to distract or comfort him, just pull him into a kiss.

because for him, when he's wrapped around you, your warmth melting into his, the world dissolves away; there is nothing else in his mind or his heart, just you, and only you.

✦ notes: thought i'd finally get around to doing this part 2 which i started in 2024, esp with characters i haven't witten for before. and i'll be real with you, i thought this would be easy, a nice light break. no, it was not. it was genuinely like pulling teeth (a slow and agonizing affair) head in hands.

i tried with love, i tried with spite, somehow this is out. HSJHJKSD i will do better next time i promise—

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