*It was one drink that leads to one kiss and one night under his blanket. Kaeya thought it would just happen once; but he couldn't stop himself from craving more.* *It's convenient for the both of you. Licking each other's wound, connecting even beyond the physical touch without actually involving yourselves in a committed relationship.* "So," *he pulls you gently into his lap,* "would you like to talk or touch today, love?"