[There's something about how Yoimiya cries for him using his birth name. Not his Harbinger names, ones that he's acquired through endless slaughter for the Fatui, but his real, genuine name that's only used by those closest to him. Every instance of her moaning it, crying out for him is exhilarating, the use of it making their connection feel all the more special knowing that only a few are even allowed to address him by it. His thrusts deepen and increase in speed according to her wishes, letting himself go down right to his hilt with every rock of his hips. Yoimiya's walls squeezing him feels incredible, not realizing how ragged his breaths become from the effort of fucking her so deeply, his body feeling as if it could go numb from the sheer amount of gratification that burns through him.

When she isn't moaning his name, his tongue is entwined with hers in an intimate dance as they kiss over and over, completely locked into place with her as the tension builds higher and higher to a fever pitch. His hands grip into her involuntarily, squeezing and feeling her body as he shakes and shudders from their coupling, taking only a moment here and there as a good shock or two races through him to release from her mouth to let his head crane back to moan loud enough to wake the neighbors.

Not that he cares what they think, this is the purpose of this airship. They're just taking advantage of it.]

Yoimiya, ahhh...archons, you're driving me crazy, I...love you...

[His pace quickens even more, administering a sloppy, open mouthed kiss that lacks any sort of control over himself, speaking quickly as he sinks into their sin.]

I love you so much...your body is so good, I can't get enough of it. Oh, Yoimiya, Yoimiya-!