Nov 28, 2021
You just smell so sweet.
He tries to be gentle, but he can't help it. You're to inxoticating, your body giving off such a potent and unique smell. Nothing that is of Teyvat.
His gloved hands dig into your waist, his face buried into the crook of your neck. His voice shallow and muffled as he whispers your name. It seems to echo throughout the empty house of the teapot, his hips rut against your ass.
He's sorry. He really is. But he won't stop, pulling you form closer and closer. Feather light kisses on your neck, he inhales before sighing.
You just smell so sweet.