[ For a moment, he is just about to push him away, to force the distance when Kaeya refuses to give it willingly. Perhaps he's too drunk to realize just how close he is, and how close he continues to be. It would be better for the both of them if Diluc pushes him away. Like he always does. Pushing and pushing, to protect the fragile barrier put up around his heart. He always makes it look so much easier than it is, but moments like this kill him.
That's why he doesn't push him away when he should, because that touch is so sweet and tender and achingly familiar, that those wistful memories seep deep between the cracks in his heart and touch him where he is raw. And it's because he doesn't push Kaeya away the a soft, plaintive sound escapes his throat when the other's lips brush his neck. A sound he quality swallows down and away, and Kaeya will no doubt feel the urgency with which he does so, with how closely pressed he is to him. ]
Kaeya.
[ Diluc murmurs, his tone inscrutable, unclear if he utters his name as a warning or an invitation. He himself doesn't even know, though he should. Maybe he's just tired.
He's so godsdamned tired.
There's still a moment, for him to force Kaeya away, that he doesn't take, though neither does he advance things any further than this, much as he aches to turn his head and fulfill that daydream that has lingered so long in the back of his mind. First as an idyllic fantasy, and then as a reminder of what he could never have. His throat constricts tight with emotion, Kaeya's cool touch counteracting his burning frustration, holding him back from an outright outburst. ]
You're drunk.
[ He shouldn't be doing this. They shouldn't be doing this. Whatever it even is. Misplaced longing for a lifetime lost to them? These lingering touches are nothing new, Kaeya has always been a tactile flirt, even with Diluc, but now, like this - there's something more to them. Something Diluc doesn't want to face, but has always known was there.
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That's why he doesn't push him away when he should, because that touch is so sweet and tender and achingly familiar, that those wistful memories seep deep between the cracks in his heart and touch him where he is raw. And it's because he doesn't push Kaeya away the a soft, plaintive sound escapes his throat when the other's lips brush his neck. A sound he quality swallows down and away, and Kaeya will no doubt feel the urgency with which he does so, with how closely pressed he is to him. ]
Kaeya.
[ Diluc murmurs, his tone inscrutable, unclear if he utters his name as a warning or an invitation. He himself doesn't even know, though he should. Maybe he's just tired.
He's so godsdamned tired.
There's still a moment, for him to force Kaeya away, that he doesn't take, though neither does he advance things any further than this, much as he aches to turn his head and fulfill that daydream that has lingered so long in the back of his mind. First as an idyllic fantasy, and then as a reminder of what he could never have. His throat constricts tight with emotion, Kaeya's cool touch counteracting his burning frustration, holding him back from an outright outburst. ]
You're drunk.
[ He shouldn't be doing this. They shouldn't be doing this. Whatever it even is. Misplaced longing for a lifetime lost to them? These lingering touches are nothing new, Kaeya has always been a tactile flirt, even with Diluc, but now, like this - there's something more to them. Something Diluc doesn't want to face, but has always known was there.
He bites his bottom lip. ]
You're not thinking straight.
[ That has to be it. That has to be it. ]