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@visionwrote asked: a possessive kiss that is meant to stake a claim, ayato for thoma– // kiss prompts

"MY LORD, really, it's alright-" Thoma's insistence does nothing to silence the whispering of those around them— most wouldn't dare to speak on the head of the Kamisato Clan within earshot, of course ( as well as in front of Thoma ), but... he's starting to think his LACK of a reaction to most of the gossip about him has begun to backfire slightly. Thoma has, for the most part, grown used to the talk about him, whether it's his origins from Mondstadt, his job with the Kamisato clan, or in this case his... availability, so to speak.

He doesn't know why it's even something worth discussing at all, really! Sure, he's known when people were interested before and... he'd be lying if he said he's never charmed his way into a good bargain before, but beyond that... his devotion lies with the man next to him. They shouldn't react, playing ignorance and changing the subject does tend to work with rumors, but Thoma catches a look in Ayato's eyes that seems to say that simply isn't enough this time.

The two have stopped in their tracks, at the corner of an Inazuma City street— hardly standing in display, but noticeable enough as significant people. The communication is wordless. His stomach flips in nervous anticipation as his gaze flickers towards Ayato's lips, mouthing an 'are you sure?' as they lock eyes again. They have spoken of privacy, the question of whether or not having the public gaze on their relationship is something either of them want. Thoma has voiced that he will gladly persist with either, only wanting to ensure Ayato's comfort and their security. He is certain the next moment wouldn't happen if they WEREN'T certain.

Thoma feels Ayato's arms wrap around his waist, pulling him into a close embrace before their lips crash together in a deep kiss— a low hum sounds from the back of Thoma's throat before he kisses back, his own hands lifting to curl around Ayato's shoulders and rest near the nape of his neck. It doesn't stop him from tilting backwards slightly, though the tight grip keeps him steady and grounded and by all accounts utterly TAKEN through the entire display.

Though it's hardly the first or furthest they have been intimate, Thoma still has a deeper flush than usual when they part, but rather than looking to gauge any reactions... he smiles towards Ayato instead.

   A FRUSTRATED HUFF IN RESPONSE— Cyno’s arms cross over his chest and his gaze narrows ( the thought of purposefully doing the exact opposite of each request Alhaitham makes passes his mind, though as tempting as pushing every last one of the scribe’s buttons right now may be... they are working towards the same goal ). It matters not how much Alhaitham’s ways get under his skin, Cyno cannot deny his reliability in... certain situations, and sabotaging his own plans in the process of agitating Alhaitham would simply be stupid.

            it wasn’t often that this chance came along ;  to be away from everyone with lumine ,  even if just quiet when together .  much better than to have unwelcome glances thrown at them ,  or that annoying little friend of hers floating by her side (   even if he is still curious at what she is ,  at the end of the day   ) .

      so ,  accompanied by the warm light of the fire set near the ,  all enjou does is talk about some of the things that perhaps he shouldn’t say to someone by most of the abyss considered a enemy at it’s core .  but then again ,  he never really cared much for what they thought or said .  if anything ,  he could disagree on some regards on the most known adventurer of the whole of teyvat ;  warm ,  kind ,  intriguing .  a few things that caught his attention the first time they had met that day in enkanomiya .  and he made a promise to himself to get to know her more .

      but when she set herself on his lap ,  there’s at first surprise that awakes him from his thoughts (   he did like this surprise a lot ,  though   ) .  red eyes widening slightly as he looks up at the blonde ,  before in his ‘face’ one could see a sly smirk begin to form ,  one much more fitting of his nature .   “   my ,  my . . .  lumine ,  my dear ,  you must surely know what you are doing . . .   ”   and oh ,  he too knows she knows .  it’s a question with a already given answer .  even in this human form ,  large hands get a hold of her hips ,  even daring to pull her closer as he straightens his posture ,  lips now impossibly close to hers .

            “   never learned before that you shouldn’t play with fire ?   ”

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    CYNO HAS GROWN MORE THAN ACCUSTOMED to the fact that his humor is... not found as amusing as it is to him by most, though rarely stopping him from launching into his in-depth explanations of every well-crafted ( in his opinion, at least ) joke. It is truly an attempt to show others why he finds it as funny as he does... most of the time.  Now, however, the general has to just BARELY hold back a small smile as he goes on and on and on about a pun made regarding the fungi they had just passed. Polite or not, he is WELL aware that it’s getting under Alhaitham’s skin... which is hysterical enough in and of itself that he just has to continue.