Summary: albedo almost overworks himself, luckily kaeya has some tricks up his sleeve
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[A/N: ty for reading! took me forever to post a second work dsfbjk ill try to make more quicker but for now, have this <3]
“Kaeya, what did I say about knocking?”
“You said to think about knocking next time.” The cavalry captain says, crossing the room to wrap his arms around his lover from behind. “I did think about it, and I decided against it.” He places a kiss on top of the other’s head. “How are we, love?”
Albedo huffs, rolling his eyes. “Distracted.”
“Oh? By what?”
“Shut up.”
Kaeya chuckles, unwrapping his arms and leaning on the desk in front of them to look Albedo in the eyes. “Come on, you’ve been stuck in here all day.”
“I’m not stuck.” Albedo says, lifting a glass and swirling its contents. “I’m choosing to be here.”
“Stuck!” Kaeya cries, dramatically throwing himself onto the other. “Trapped by your own worst enemy, your work ethic!”
Albedo smiles at that, letting his boyfriend lean his entire weight against him. “You know, in some circumstances having a decent work ethic is a good thing.”
“Well in this circumstance, it’s getting in the way of me spending quality time with my lover.”
Albedo suddenly feels his face grow hot. He’d always known Kaeya was quite the sweet-talker, but it wasn't until they actually started dating that his words began to really affect him. He shakes his head a bit, busying himself with taking a few notes. He knows he's practically done here, only really needing to pack up some supplies before heading out.
“Come on, I bet you’re almost done anyway!” Kaeya whines, and suddenly Albedo has quite a bit left to do.
Kaeya narrows his eyes. “Albedo, I saw that.” He stands, entering Albedo’s field of view and demanding his attention. He keeps his eyes focused on his notebook. “I saw that look. I know you, sweetheart, don’t think you can hide from me.” He smirks, and Albedo bites his lip to hide the smirk threatening to come out.
“Fine.” Kaeya says, coming back around behind Albedo and wrapping his hands back around his waist. Albedo resists the urge to melt into the embrace, focusing as hard as he can on finishing his notes. “I’ll give you an ultimatum. You put that pencil down now, or we stay here until you finish all your notes.”
Albedo tries to look over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow. “Obviously I want to finish my notes…?”
He can hear the smirk in the other’s voice. “Sure, honey. Finish up.” So he does. He shakes his head slightly, picking up his pencil to begin where he left off. Now…where was he…
He realizes he made a mistake when long fingers start running along his front, threatening to slip under his shirt. “Kaeya-”
“Go on, finish your notes.” Kaeya says, a smile clear in his voice. Albedo ignores it, paying attention to what he’s writing and trying to genuinely finish up.
“What are you doing?” He says when he feels fingers wrap around his hips and grip him lightly.
“You know, you’re so uptight sometimes.” Kaeya purrs in his ear, hooking his chin over Albedo’s shoulder. “Relax a bit. Smile, maybe.”
Suddenly, Kaeya’s intentions are clear. “Kaeya–” He tries to move back, putting his hands flat down on the desk. The fingers on his hips tighten, causing him to yelp. “Nuh-uh. I gave you a choice.” Kaeya kisses his cheek, caging him against the desk. “Finish your notes, I’ll let you go once you do.”
He takes a deep breath, nodding and picking his pencil back up. To his boyfriend’s credit, Kaeya holds back for several minutes before those cursed fingers start moving. They rhythmically squeeze at Albedo’s hips, causing him to tip forward slightly with a huff. It’s not like he can really go anywhere, Kaeya has him practically locked in place. He can feel Kaeya’s stare from over his shoulder, and can practically hear the smirk on his face. “Kae– ”
“Shhh.” Kaeya soothes, squeezing his fingers tighter and moving them in little circles on his hips. “Go on, finish your notes.”
Albedo is determined to actually finish his notes, sucking in a breath and pressing his pencil a little too hard into the paper while he writes. He gets a few more sentences down before the constant sensation becomes just a little too much. “K-kae please– ”
“Oh, am I distracting you?” Kaeya asks. “Surely a true alchemist can get his work done under a little bit of duress?” On the word, Kaeya stops squeezing and switches to scratching lightly at Albedo’s middle, closing in over his stomach.
It’s maddening. He can’t continue like this. Despite what one might think, Albedo’s steely resolve does not translate over when it comes to this. “This– this isn’t–” He jumps hands flying to Kaeya’s wrists. “Ah– duress! This ihihisn’t duhuress!”
“There it is.” Kaeya whispers, before chuckling. “I think this counts as ‘duress’, no?” He kisses Albedo’s neck, causing him to lift his shoulders up as protection. “You don't want to be giggling like a little school girl, and yet here we are.”
“I am not–!” Kaeya choses that exact moment to pull Albedo back against him hard and start squeezing at his stomach with more purpose. “Kaeya! Nohohoho!” Ticklish sensations shoot through him and he reaches up to put a hand against his own mouth.
“Oh, we can’t have that.” Kaeya says, gripping Albedo’s wrist and placing it down on the desk, right on top of his forgotten pencil. “You need that hand to take your precious notes.”
Once Albedo grips the pencil, almost hard enough to break it, Kaeya’s hand returns to his side. Albedo clears his throat, ignoring the sensations as well as he can. He thinks he’s doing a pretty good job, only letting out a few small noises every once in a while. His writing is considerably slowed and very messy, but he’s getting it done. This seems to annoy Kaeya, since his hands have started to work their way up his torso, closer to his more sensitive areas. Albedo thinks that as long as he keeps deep breathing, he can finish this. As long as Kaeya doesn’t pull anything.
A particularly well-aimed tweak to his side makes him jump. Behind him, Kaeya chuckles. “Aw honey, you’re doing so well.” Kaeya whispers against his neck and a shiver runs down his spine. “Honestly, I didn’t think you’d last this long. You know…”
Oh no. “Kaeya–”
“...what with how-”
“Don’t say–”
“- ticklish you are.” That does it. Albedo squeals when ten fingers dig into his upper ribs mercilessly. He pulls both his arms down, trying to shield himself from the sensation, but he can't. “K-kaeyahaha nohoho please- ahaha!” He squeezes his eyes shut, turning his body left and right to try and dislodge his boyfriend, but to no avail. “Stohohop nahaha!”
“No can do!” Kaeya laughs, kissing down his neck in a way that is far more ticklish than it should be. “Not until you finish your notes, that was the deal.”
“I cahahahant!”
“Oh dear, why ever not?” One of Kaeya’s arms wraps completely around Albedo’s middle, catching him before he can fall to the floor. He wasn’t even aware he was falling in the first place if he's being honest.
He squeals when fingers start wiggling their way under one of his arms. “No! Kaeyahaha! Dononon’t!”
“Why can’t you finish your notes, huh?” Kaeya teases, bowing them over. “Tell me, baby? Why can’t you?”
Albedo’s front presses against the top of the desk in his efforts to get away. “Yohohou! I– ahahaha!”
“Me?” Kaeya gasps, “What am I doing?”
Albedo just laughs, pulling back as hard as he can to try and dislodge himself. He narrowly misses headbutting his own boyfriend, but he would have deserved the hit anyway so he’s not that concerned. “Dohohont! I’m- ah! I’m nohoht gonna sahahahay ihihit!”
This was a little game they played often. Kaeya knew that teasing riled him up, so he used it to his full advantage every time. The only way out was to either turn the tables or admit defeat, and Albedo wasn’t really in the position to be retaliating right now. “Oh, but you are.” Kaeya purrs, squeezing at his hips again. This time it causes Albedo’s knees to buckle and Kaeya helps him gently to the floor. “Tell me, am I tickling you Albedo?”
“Nohoho! Stahahaha-”
“Oh? I'm not tickling you?”
“Stohohop ahaha!”
“This doesn't tickle?” He reaches forward, leaning over his to squeeze rhythmically at the tops of Albedo's knees and that just about does it. Every nerve in Albedo’s body is alight right now, and he just curls up as best he can in his boyfriend’s arms. As torturous as this is, it also makes him feel a little giddy. He’s been in the lab for days at a time, only leaving when Kaeya drags him home to sleep. He’s been waking up every morning and leaving before Kaeya wakes up himself, meaning they really haven't spent much time in each other's arms.
In other words: this is nice.
Albedo barely notices as the sensations begin to die down, too busy trying to get a handle on his own giggling. Kaeya’s arms slowly weave around his back, pulling him close and into his lap. “I think you’ve had enough, hm?” he says, pressing a kiss to Albedo’s hair. “Unless of course you want to continue this at home.”
Kaeya stands, holding out his arm for Albedo to use to balance himself as he follows. Once they are both standing, Albedo doesn't wait another moment before throwing his arms around his boyfriend’s neck and kissing him. Kaeya is stunned for only a moment before he smiles into the kiss, humming contentedly.
Albedo pulls away to see his boyfriend’s red face and arguably the most beautiful smile in all of teyvat. “Let’s go home. I’d like to rest.”
“Whatever my prince wants.” Kaeya says, breaking away to grab Albedo’s coat while the alchemist puts away some of his things. He blushes when he sees the notes, entirely incomprehensible, and hides them before Kaeya can come over and tease him further.
At the door, Albedo pauses. “Kaeya?”
“Hm?” Kaeya looks down at him, eyes practically sparkling, gazing at Albedo like he’s the only man in the world, and Albedo smiles.
im going to try to write one fic for each of my fav ships just to get something out there for each one. ive got a few written already, but ill space them out owo
Summary: though xiao avoids the crowds in the city, he still spends the lantern rite with the ones he loves. and the one he loves happens to love to make him smile
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[A/N: hi! ty for checking out my blog and reading my work <3 this is hopefully the first of many <3 -Kodi (ps, if u stumbled here on accident just know u are about to read a tickle fic lol)]
It was a beautiful night at Wangshu Inn, the only sound being the distant chatter of civilians flitting in and out of their rooms. It’s always busy around lantern rite, but Verr Goldet knew to keep a room open.
And that's where Venti and Xiao find themselves, in that reserved room, wrapped around each other. It had been an exhausting day for Xiao, running around to check on the city, meeting with the traveller to make sure they had some time together before the festival. Though he didn’t like crowds, and wouldn't enter the city directly, he still wanted to see the ones he loved.
And the one he loved the most, is visiting all the way from Mondstadt.
“Tired?” Venti asks, petting his hands through Xiao’s hair. He gets a soft hum in response, followed by Xiao wiggling a little closer into his embrace. He’s so cute like this, Venti thinks, sleepy and affectionate. He suddenly has the urge to ruin that.
Venti reaches out, wiggling his fingers ever so gently behind Xiao’s ear, causing him to lift his shoulders slightly.
Venti smiles. “Does this tickle?”
Xiao shook his head. “O-only a little.” he practically whispered, hiding a smile in the crook of Venti's shoulder. It hit Venti immediately that maybe Xiao was in one of those moods, just content and soft enough to enjoy a little bit of fun.
He chuckled, pulling back slightly to watch the other’s face. “Well then, I guess I'll have to change tactics, hm?” he asked, running his fingers along the yaksha’s jawline before resuming their movement right underneath his chin.
Xiao tried his best to stay silent, but couldn’t help a few giggles escaping. “V-ventihi-”
“Yes, Love?”
Xiao shook his head, reaching up to intertwine their fingers, effectively stopping Venti from continuing. “Dohon’t call me that.” He said, quiet but surprisingly calm. Venti was determined to change that.
“What, ‘Love’?” A nod. “Hm, what about Darling? Sweetheart? My lovely yaksha?” With every pet name, Venti placed a kiss on Xiao’s face, the last being on his cheek. “Hm, your face is rather warm, sweetness. If I pulled back and opened my eyes, would I perhaps see a lovely shade of red?”
Xiao growled, but it wasn’t at all threatening. “Adepti dont bl-”
“Oh but they do blush, I should know.” Venti smirked. “Especially when they are trying so so hard, usually failing, to keep that wonderful laughter in.”
Before Xiao could protest, Venti began to run his fingers down his sides. They slowly made their way to the hem of his shirt, lifting it gently to touch the skin underneath. Xiao, to his credit, didn’t pull away. Although he did squirm, huffing into Venti’s neck.
“Venti-” A gasp and a shudder, as the archon scratched his nails against the soft skin of the other’s sides. “D-dohon’t-” Unfortunately for Xiao, Venti was still holding their clasped hands tight. With his other hand being trapped between Venti's neck and the pillow, Xiao was essentially stuck. He could always wiggle out, archons know he's strong enough. But…
Venti smiled, giggling a bit himself. “Don’t? Ah well, it was nice while it lasted.” His hands come to a stop, still resting over the skin. He feels Xiao’s breathing slow slightly, but his heart is beating so hard that Venti can practically hear it.
A minute goes by, and then two, then three. Venti begins humming a tune, rubbing his hands over the other’s sides. Xiao flinches at first, but finds it doesn’t cause the same sensation as before. He doesn't relax though. Instead, he pulls himself closer, bringing their clasped hands up to hide the side of his face that isn't already turned towards the pillow.
“Venti…”
“Xiao.”
A long whine, followed by wiggling hips. Venti knows what he wants, and he takes a moment to decide what route he wants to go with this.
He decides to be merciful. Xiao is sleepy, complacent enough to be cuddling up this close, he doesn’t need to be teased any further. At least, not too much.
“Hm…” Venti pretends to think, drumming his fingers gently against Xiao’s sides, which instantly makes him flinch. “You know, usually when one wants something,” he starts, turning his face to the side to whisper in the other’s ear, “one asks for it.” He feels Xiao shiver, breathing a little faster into his neck. “Ah but, I know my love so well, I can guess what he wants.”
“I don’t wa- ah!” Xiao squeaks, bringing his knees up as much as he can with the way his boy is facing Venit’s. “Don’t- don’t wahahnt-”
“Oh, but you do.” Venti interrupts his attempt at coherency, scratching lightly at Xiao’s sides and eliciting the sweetest sounds. “You enjoy it actually. Love it, even.” With each word, he kicks up the intensity. Scratches turn into scribbles, pinches turn into squeezes, until Venti is no longer teasing and is now full on tickling the yaksha.
“Hey- ah! I- hehe-” Xiao giggles, finally wiggling his right hand out from under Venti’s neck so he can bring it down to shield from the tickles. He doesn’t do a very good job though, really just holding on to his middle and occasionally grazing Venti’s fingers through the fabric of his shirt. It’s adorable.
“It’s okay to want it, Darling.” Venti teases, though there is a hint of sincerity behind it. “Especially when you laugh so sweetly.” He chooses then to drift his fingers over to his stomach, causing Xiao’s giggling to kick up just a notch. His stomach is one of his more sensitive spots, so Venti is careful with it. He prefers the light laughter right now rather than the more torturous feelings he usually causes, and Xiao seems to be okay with that.
“Ventihihi! Ahahaha!” Xiao squeals, pushing a bit against the offending fingers. It does practically nothing to stop the sensation, and he eventually gives up. He opts for gripping the fabric of Venti’s shirt tightly instead.
“You called?” Venti mocks, “What are you feeling, hm?”
Admitting it is one of the things Xiao finds the hardest, but Venti has a sneaking suspicion that he’s feeling a little more loose lipped tonight…
“It- hehehe- it tihihickles!” Suspicions: confirmed.
“Oh my, does it?” Venti giggles, causing Xiao to do much of the same. “Thank goodness! And here I thought I wasn’t doing my job!”
“Stohohop!” Xiao whines, curling his head back and away from Venti’s neck, giving the archon a perfect view of his bright red face. His smile is dazzling in the low light of the distant lanterns filtering in from the window.
“Hm, stop tickling?” Xiao immediately shook his head, causing Venti’s smile to widen a fraction.
“St-stohop teheasing!” Xiao’s giggles were becoming more frantic with every shy admission, and Venti loved it.
“No can do. That’s my favorite part.” Venti finally releases Xiao’s hand, reaching between them to lift Xiao’s shirt up completely and claw ten fingers into his stomach.
“Here?” He asks, scribbling a little more and reveling in the squeak he gets in return.
“Yehehes there- ah! Nohohoho!”
Venti had moved lower to rub his thumbs into Xiao’s hips, smiling as he tucked his own face into the other’s neck, leaving kisses as he spoke. “What’s wrong, love? I changed spots, just as you asked.”
Xiao’s face is beautifully lit up now, but his eyes are screwed shut. “Yohohou’re being mehehean ahahah-”
“Mean? Well then, why don’t I continue somewhere nicer.” Venti’s hands come to a stop, soothing the hot skin with his palms. He continues to kiss up Xiao’s neck, adding nibbles and licks every once in a while. Xiao giggles sweetly, sighing and pushing into the touch.
“You like when I tickle you here.” It’s a statement, no room for argument. Xiao nods.
“Hm?”
“Yehehehes!”
Venti melts. They continue like this for a while longer, until Xiao’s laughter gets a little too breathy, and he reaches to push at Venti’s forehead, signaling him to stop. Their eyes meet, and Venti swears he falls in love for probably the millionth time. He kisses him, on the lips this time, and feels the way Xiao sighs into the kiss, smile never having faded.
They don't say anything, just readjust into a comfortable cuddling position. That is, until Xiao leans into Venit’s ear, a smirk clear in his voice.
“You must know I will get you back for this.” He says playfully.
Venti giggles. “Of course Love, in the morning.” Xiao hums in agreement. “And, you’ll have to catch me first!”
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