tofi's trail

Its the smell of herbs in the air, Kaeya determines. It fills his lungs and clings to his skin. His head feels heavy, as does his limbs. Something cool and muscular is coiled around his wrists, slipping between a few of his fingers.

The tongue pressed against his is firm, but gentle. Warm, as it slips along the cavern of his mouth.

The hands on his skin are slippery wet, covered in some oil, he knows. It is cool at first, to warm when its rubbed into his skin.

He wishes it would stay cool, because his skin feels so very hot, his breath so very heavy.

He groans into the mouth on his when he feels a hard pinch to one of his nipples, and he slurs, in a way he never would while under the influence of alcohol. "n't do th't."

The man above him, soft smile on his lips, tilts his head in question. "Don't do what?"

Kaeya breathes deeply, - through another pinch that makes him wince - trying and failing to properly articulate. "Th't."

Baizhu frowns slightly. His breath warms Kaeyas already heated skin so it almost feels like its burning. "I'm not doing anything," he says. "Unless you meant kissing you? I can stop."

"'ot tha', th' p'inshin'," Kaeya clarifies. The kissing he likes. But the pinches, he does not like.

Baizhus frown only deepens, and there is concern on his face. "I'm not pinching you, sir Knight," he says. Kaeya frowns through his haze up at Baizhu. "y'are."

"I'm sure I'm not," Baizhu repeats, assurance in his voice, concern on his face. "I'll look for some medicines that might help you."

Kaeya blinks up at Baizhu slowly, feelings of confusion swirling thin clouds inside his mind. He is sure that he felt it, but it isn't as if he actually *saw* him do it.

His questions evaporates with the deep kiss he recieves. He groans as he feels another pinch. "Did you feel it again? How concerning." Baizhu hovers for a moment. He runs his hands slowly over Kaeyas chest. "Does this help?" he wonders.

Kaeya feels the hands massage him softly, carefully, wet with the oil that spills over his skin, so another pinch startles him to gasp. "Nnnnh..!" Baizhu presses a more tender kiss to the side of Kaeyas mouth. "No? Oh, dear. That's concerning." There is a moment of silence, only disturbed by another noise of displeasure from Kaeya. "Here," Baizhu says, voice soft as his hands, as he touches one to Kaeyas chin. The rim of a cup presses -t Kaeyas lips, and before he knows it, Kaeya has swallowed down a liquid poured into his mouth. He coughs at the so, so bitter taste and gravelly texture. A hand presses gently over his mouth. Another caresses the side of his throat, a thumb brushing over its apple. "Don't spit it back up now, Sir Knight. It's meant to help." When Kaeya makes a questioning noise from behind Baizhus hand, Baizhu explains, "It's a medicine to help against muscle spasms. Let me know if you feel it again, hm?" Slowly, with his head filled with a fog, Kaeya nods. He will let him know. He doubts a muscle relaxant will help, but Baizhu is the one with the medical exertise. Beyond the basics, that was never something that they had taught Kaeya, so he needed to trust a professionals judgement.

He lets himself be drawn back into the kiss. Baizhus lips are warm and his tongue is expertly moving against his own, unusually clumsy one.

It has to be the atmosphere of the room. The unfamiliar, relaxing scent of all the herbs. Otherwise, he would be showing Baizhu just how good a kisser he is as well.

Baizhu draws his hands up Kaeyas chest, painting wet lines over his skin. A thumb presses against the middle of his throat, just below Kaeyas jaw. Kaeya coughs, and Baizhu touches his cheek tenderly. "Are you alright, Sir Knight?" he asks. Kaeya squints at him. "Y'din't..?" he asks, and Baizhu meets his gaze in confusion. "I was giving you a little massage," he says, assurance there in his voice. "Did you have another spasm?"

"I-..." Kaeya coughs again, but his breath has calmed, reverted back to the long, heavy breaths they were before. "M'st 've." If Baizhus touches only were the soft, solid ones Kaeya knew he was using on him, then it must be his own body behaving strangely.

Baizhu brushes his lips over Kaeyas. "Give the medicine a little while to work its way into your body, and hopefully it will stop." Kaeya hums in agreement against Baizhus lips. "Mmmh..." He parts his lips to let Baizhu once more invade it with his tongue.

It feels good to be kissed, as he lays on the floor, as if completely boneless. It feels good to have his skin rubbed tenderly with those wet hands. He could do without the pinching of his nipple and his airways, but Baizhu was right, the medicine helped, at least to an extent.

Kaeyas body is bathed in oil and sweat, his trousers dark enough to thankfully hide the wet stains of cum on the inside, soaking through his underwear, his lips feels sore from the amount of time spent kissing Baizhu, his tongue too tired to move, much less form sounds into words. His wrists are numb, his body heavy.

Baizhu caresses Kaeyas chest with one hand, tenderly. He has settled next to Kaeya, laying on his side, propped onto his elbow. "You seem tired, Sir Knight." His voice is silk-soft in Kaeyas ears. Like a mist, among the soft cotton between Kaeyas ears. "Why don't you rest for a while?"

Kaeya should be going, make sure that that Childe person doesn't drag the others into trouble, but his body is too heavy, too relaxed. He can barely even feel the pinches any more. His eyelids are like lead, and his breathing calm. He hums. "Jus'wenty minis," he mumbles, quietly. His tongue is too unmanageable to make the words be more than a breath. Baizhu presses his lips to the corner of Kaeyas mouth. "I'll wake you up then," he promises. His soft caresses soon lulls Kaeya into a deep sleep.

Smoke In The Air