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“You’re beautiful, you know that right?”
The man’s lips could only curl upwards upon your gentle words as you brushed a strand of hair behind his ear. Bare bodies resting on top of one another whilst dreamily gazing in the other’s eyes. He simply couldn’t understand the amount of love you had for him, calling him such alluring things every day. You were nothing but a blessing to him, everything he could hope and wish for.
“Even though I have mismatched eyes,” he questioned with a wide smile.
A soft chuckle coming from you filled the room, clemently leaning in towards him until there was a little gap between your warm faces, “Even though you have mismatched eyes, my love.” Your lips found their way towards Kaeya’s collarbone, pressing a tender kiss there as your hands rested on his cheeks. However, that one kiss quickly became many more. With every kiss you planted on his skin, another one followed right away. The way your lips lingered oh-so-gently above his skin made his heart flutter in so many damn ways, he doesn’t deserve your love, does he?
“I’m so lucky to have you,” you mumbled between your long-lasting kiss, sweet voice vibrating against his neck.
He felt your lips going upwards his cheekbone which then eventually became his cheek and then his closed eyelid, hums out of contentment deserting his mouth.
Frailly, you mumbled lovingly to him, “You’re so so so breathtaking. I love you.”
Hearing such tenderhearted words coming from you after a lifetime of bleeding made him sob faintly under you. Salty tears collided with your lips. It’s all what he wanted, no, needed to hear after so long. The way you spoke to him, touched him, kissed him, and loved him swayed his poor soul. “I—” he paused, not managing to bring out any word.
Upon noticing the state he was in you feebly shushed him with your thumb brushing and resting on his lips, “You don’t have to tell me anything now. Just let it all out for me and yourself.” With your free hand you wiped his running tears away, lips kissing his tear-stained cheeks. “Filling a bottle forever is impossible, one day it’ll reach his limit and spill. And that’s fine you know,” you comforted him.
“Thank you, (y/n),” he uttered as his scarred hand reached out towards your cheek, eyes appearing glossy due to his crying. It had been quite a while since he was this fragile and vulnerable with someone.
Soon his lips explored yours, commencing to kiss you like there was no tomorrow.