Phainon + hand/wrist kisses (he gives off the vibes of a guy who kisses you everywhere and doesnât exactly have any preference akaksmxk iâll leave it up to you whether to make it sfw or not đ«Ł) thank you! â€ïž
âSomething on your mind?â Phainonâs voice almost echoes as it snaps you from your daydream. An unfortunately timed one at that as you stand across from the Chrysos Heir now and who knows how long youâve been staring at himâ caught up in your own little world.
He doesnât seem to mind that though, itâs obvious in the look heâs giving you. Heâs almost smiling ear to ear and you can feel his thumb swipe back and forth over your fingertips from where his hand loosely holds yours.
âWhat gives you that impression?â You manage to murmur before pulling your gaze from his. You werenât thinking of anything particularly condemning, but stillâ itâs rather embarrassing to have been caught spacing out regardless.
âOh, no reason. You just seemed to be lost in thought is all.â Yet Phainon still remains particularly unbothered as he looks at you, tilting his head in curiosity almost and you feel the way his hold on you tightens before it rises. Until your fingertips are pressed against his lips and you feel his next breath before he speaks again, drawing you back. âDonât evade the question.â
His words are followed by a kiss and if that wasnât enough to make you swoon, the one that follows isâ and the one after that, and then the one after that. He knows exactly what heâs doing as he presses his lips against each finger. Lingering on each one tenderly and deliberately, and unfortunatelyâ youâre not immune to it as you playfully huff.
âIâm just thinking.â You respond tightly, still not giving much away and you feel Phainon hum against your fingertips again before heâs tugging on your hand slightly. Until youâre taking a step close enough for his other hand to wrap around your hips, and he brings your fingertips up a bit higher before resting them against his cheek.
âOverly wary I see. Well, I canât blame you.â Thereâs a gentleness to his words that make you blink up at him, and itâs almost instinctive the way your fingertips reach out to press at his skin. A touch that he leans into, eagerly before turning his head to press a kiss against your wrist, and he lets his lips stay there for a tender breath before heâs smiling against the same spot.
âBut I hope you wonât mind me intruding is all.â
