[ gods, diluc is beautiful. everything about him. not just the way he looks - though of course, to kaeya's eyes there is no man more lovely - but the way he sounds, the way he smells, the way he moves. diluc is elegance given form, the lines of his strong body alluring, the scent of his skin the most attractive thing that kaeya has ever experienced. he's loved diluc for so damned long that it feels like exquisite agony. ]
Maybe I'm not.
[ he admits, his voice humming against diluc's skin. ]
Maybe I am.
[ the wine has lowered his inhibitions, that much is true, but it hasn't conjured feelings that weren't already there, festering in his heart for years, and years, and years. this isn't the first time he's come onto diluc, admittedly - it's happened a few times, when kaeya's been drunk and the hour's been late, but diluc has always rebuffed him, just as he's rebuffing him now.
but he also isn't pulling away. which isn't an invitation to continue, but kaeya moves forward nonetheless; now that he's holding diluc so close, he can't possibly let him go. the hand at diluc's hip slides upward, his thumb just barely slipping beneath the hem of diluc's shirt and vest to glide against yielding skin. how is he so perfect? everything about him. every inch of him. ]
I'm not that drunk, Master Diluc.
[ drunk enough to push where he shouldn't, sober enough to know exactly what he's doing. kaeya pushes people even when he doesn't have a belly full of wine, and he pushes diluc especially, always picking away at him, pushing his buttons, trying desperately to get a rise out of him because he yearns for diluc's attentions. kaeya presses harder to his back, pinning diluc against the bar, his hand on diluc's abdomen sliding downward, his mouth at diluc's throat roving, dragging up toward his ear, over all that pale, perfect skin. ]
I know you want this.
[ since they were young, it's always been there. this pull between them. this aching need that they were too afraid to act on in their youth. ]
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Maybe I'm not.
[ he admits, his voice humming against diluc's skin. ]
Maybe I am.
[ the wine has lowered his inhibitions, that much is true, but it hasn't conjured feelings that weren't already there, festering in his heart for years, and years, and years. this isn't the first time he's come onto diluc, admittedly - it's happened a few times, when kaeya's been drunk and the hour's been late, but diluc has always rebuffed him, just as he's rebuffing him now.
but he also isn't pulling away. which isn't an invitation to continue, but kaeya moves forward nonetheless; now that he's holding diluc so close, he can't possibly let him go. the hand at diluc's hip slides upward, his thumb just barely slipping beneath the hem of diluc's shirt and vest to glide against yielding skin. how is he so perfect? everything about him. every inch of him. ]
I'm not that drunk, Master Diluc.
[ drunk enough to push where he shouldn't, sober enough to know exactly what he's doing. kaeya pushes people even when he doesn't have a belly full of wine, and he pushes diluc especially, always picking away at him, pushing his buttons, trying desperately to get a rise out of him because he yearns for diluc's attentions. kaeya presses harder to his back, pinning diluc against the bar, his hand on diluc's abdomen sliding downward, his mouth at diluc's throat roving, dragging up toward his ear, over all that pale, perfect skin. ]
I know you want this.
[ since they were young, it's always been there. this pull between them. this aching need that they were too afraid to act on in their youth. ]