Phainon + hand/wrist kisses (he gives off the vibes of a guy who kisses you everywhere and doesn’t exactly have any preference akaksmxk i’ll leave it up to you whether to make it sfw or not 🫣) thank you! ❤️
“Something on your mind?” Phainon’s 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 you’ve been staring at him— caught up in your own little world.
He doesn’t seem to mind that though, it’s obvious in the look he’s giving you. He’s 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.
“What gives you that impression?” You manage to murmur before pulling your gaze from his. You weren’t thinking of anything particularly condemning, but still— it’s rather embarrassing to have been caught spacing out regardless.
“Oh, no reason. You just seemed to be lost in thought is all.” 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. “Don’t evade the question.”
His words are followed by a kiss and if that wasn’t enough to make you swoon, the one that follows is— and the one after that, and then the one after that. He knows exactly what he’s doing as he presses his lips against each finger. Lingering on each one tenderly and deliberately, and unfortunately— you’re not immune to it as you playfully huff.
“I’m just thinking.” You respond tightly, still not giving much away and you feel Phainon hum against your fingertips again before he’s tugging on your hand slightly. Until you’re 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.
“Overly wary I see. Well, I can’t blame you.” There’s a gentleness to his words that make you blink up at him, and it’s 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 he’s smiling against the same spot.
“But I hope you won’t mind me intruding is all.”
