[ it clings to him - the scent of diluc's hair, the taste of his skin, the memory of his heat, his solid body pressed close. he's so near, he's right in front of him, yet somehow they feel miles apart. it always feels this way, when diluc turns him down, it's like a part of his heart is withering.
he'll get over it. he always does. and in a week, or a month, or half a year, they'll dance this dance again.
and then diluc rushes him.
kaeya is taken aback so suddenly and unexpectedly that he stumbles into the wall behind him, his back colliding with it in a dull thud. there's a brief moment of shock, of confusion, before his instincts take hold and he's pressing back, breathing a low, needful groan against diluc's mouth, both arms coiling around him, squeezing tightly.
he feels and tastes every bit as good as kaeya had imagined, and he's imagined it many, many times before, more times than he could rightly remember. kaeya's breath rushes, his heart leaping into his throat as his lips part beneath diluc's onslaught - there's no more hesitation. kaeya's tongue dips forward, past diluc's lips and into his mouth. he tastes impossibly sweet, dark and tangy and perfect, and kaeya laps him up like a man starved. he's wanted this for so long. too long.
thunder rolls, and kaeya arches his back away from the wall, pressing tightly to diluc's body, the kiss alone enough to send heat spiraling south, lancing straight to his groin. in an instant he's hard in his pants, his hips snapping forward, his hands seizing tightly in the fabric of diluc's vest, white-knuckled. all he can hear is the sinful, wet noises of their mouths together, and the gusts of their quick, staggered breathing. kaeya feels dizzy, and it isn't from the wine. ]
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he'll get over it. he always does. and in a week, or a month, or half a year, they'll dance this dance again.
and then diluc rushes him.
kaeya is taken aback so suddenly and unexpectedly that he stumbles into the wall behind him, his back colliding with it in a dull thud. there's a brief moment of shock, of confusion, before his instincts take hold and he's pressing back, breathing a low, needful groan against diluc's mouth, both arms coiling around him, squeezing tightly.
he feels and tastes every bit as good as kaeya had imagined, and he's imagined it many, many times before, more times than he could rightly remember. kaeya's breath rushes, his heart leaping into his throat as his lips part beneath diluc's onslaught - there's no more hesitation. kaeya's tongue dips forward, past diluc's lips and into his mouth. he tastes impossibly sweet, dark and tangy and perfect, and kaeya laps him up like a man starved. he's wanted this for so long. too long.
thunder rolls, and kaeya arches his back away from the wall, pressing tightly to diluc's body, the kiss alone enough to send heat spiraling south, lancing straight to his groin. in an instant he's hard in his pants, his hips snapping forward, his hands seizing tightly in the fabric of diluc's vest, white-knuckled. all he can hear is the sinful, wet noises of their mouths together, and the gusts of their quick, staggered breathing. kaeya feels dizzy, and it isn't from the wine. ]