Kaeya is an excellent pillow— after a long day, his chest made for a better headrest than your bed, and you often found yourself falling asleep on him while he rhythmically hummed a melody to fill the idle silence of their shared bedroom. His hands, his oh-so slender and pretty hands would always be stroking your hip, fingerless gloves on and all.

Today was a lazy day for both the calvary captain and his sweetheart. Sometimes, you were too tired to do anything other than flop aimlessly onto him and bury your face onto Kaeya’s ample chest, which Kaeya always had something to say about— his sarcasm always shining through.

"Sweetheart, really? There’s so many pillows on this bed, yet you chose to lay on me? My chest isn’t some free pillow, haha." he snarks, patting you on the head. "Are my… hm, what do you call them… ‘man tits’ comfortable?”