[ Tezcatlipoca sighs too, but it’s softer. If not for how close they are, it could be missed, since it’s a quiet one. It’s comfortable, since he’d meant it when he said he was a god that valued relaxation just as much as hard work. It’s just not often something he personally does. Really, there’s just not much meaning to the concept when you already reside in what’s supposed to be paradise.

It’s why he laughs at the kiss and he gives Matt’s shoulder a little bite in return. It’s nothing that would pierce the skin, and it’s more akin to a playful nip. It’s an expression of how embarrassingly indulgent this feels, though naturally that’s quite hard for Matt to pick up on… Tezcatlipoca is fickle by others’ standards, but it’s more a reflection of how alien gods could be. ]

You’re gonna rot my fuckin’ teeth out. [ (complimentary) ] Yeah. I’m gonna have to designate you as my official hairdresser at this rate.

[ He reaches down and grabs the bottle from beside where he’d set it by the tub and takes a swig, but it’s with as little movement possible to pull himself away as possible. And, with another laugh, he adds: ]

You wanna fuck after this?

[ he really does just say shit huh

Or. It’s said casually and he means it casually. This is all tender and near-romantic in a way that Tezcatlipoca reflexively recoils from, so he deflects it. It’s not dissimilar to the first time they’d ended up fooling around in Kowloon, since it’s a way for him to avoid sentiment. ]