[ kaeya isn't sure what he's thinking, or if he's even thinking at all. if he were entirely sober, he'd be unlikely to pull such a stunt - not because he has any semblance of shame, but because he'd admittedly not be brave enough. diluc has kept their chilly distance for years, yet kaeya can't help but cling to him nonetheless, too afraid to lose what little connection they have left, too afraid to jeopardize it further by being too bold.
but the wine warms his blood and heart and libido, all, a dangerous combination when he and diluc are left alone in a bar at night, while the rain beats down upon the windows. kaeya makes poor decisions when it rains. ]
Maybe I am.
[ he chuckles, low and soft, tipping his head until his nose and mouth are pressed to diluc's collar, where fabric gives way to impossibly warm, soft skin, the touch of it to his lips enough to lance a shiver down his spine. kaeya's hand on diluc's hip tightens. ]
Would you carry me, Master Diluc?
[ kaeya's voice curls, teasing, as he presses to diluc's back, his free hand dropping the dishrag to instead glide over diluc's abdomen, his breath rushing. diluc smells so good, so painfully familiar, the scent of him alone catapulting kaeya into warm, bittersweet memories. so many days spent lying on the grass together in the vineyards, running along the beach together, or lazing around the winery, kaeya draped over his sworn brother's shoulders as he read.
gods, what does he think he's going to achieve, with this? ]
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but the wine warms his blood and heart and libido, all, a dangerous combination when he and diluc are left alone in a bar at night, while the rain beats down upon the windows. kaeya makes poor decisions when it rains. ]
Maybe I am.
[ he chuckles, low and soft, tipping his head until his nose and mouth are pressed to diluc's collar, where fabric gives way to impossibly warm, soft skin, the touch of it to his lips enough to lance a shiver down his spine. kaeya's hand on diluc's hip tightens. ]
Would you carry me, Master Diluc?
[ kaeya's voice curls, teasing, as he presses to diluc's back, his free hand dropping the dishrag to instead glide over diluc's abdomen, his breath rushing. diluc smells so good, so painfully familiar, the scent of him alone catapulting kaeya into warm, bittersweet memories. so many days spent lying on the grass together in the vineyards, running along the beach together, or lazing around the winery, kaeya draped over his sworn brother's shoulders as he read.
gods, what does he think he's going to achieve, with this? ]