Vision... interesting.

[ he trails off as he takes that in. kaeya explains it though, saves him having to ask as he keeps his nose buried in kaeya's hair. as he's busy doing this, a few more flowers shake loose and with them their pollen. he growls just a little—probably strange, but... haha. it's fine, right?

if his lips brush his nape, well.

he's very close to acting on this impulse, wanting it. ]

Got it from my mom... she's got a real good nose.

[ a soft pause as he realizes what he's doing, his hand having splayed just a little more into kaeya's lean, his teeth wanting to graze against his skin. and it's a combination of kaeya's leaning and wayland wanting more that they both end up on the grass, wayland's hand pressed against kaeya and his gold eyes staring down at him.

there's a flush over his tanned skin and he glances a bit, outwards towards the nothing that surrounds them save these trees and their falling flowers. it should feel far more... thematically appropriate than it does between the tightness at his crotch and the sensation of the human (?) underneath his hand.

he's pretty strong, actually. ]

Sorry, I... just...

[ he leans in a moment. ]

Kinda couldn't help myself...

[ and softly, he presses a kiss right there at the corner of kaeya's jaw. like a question mark, asking permission to proceed. ]