[ Kaeya isn't the only one who has imagined it many times before.
In his younger days, when they were young and carefree, Diluc would imagine it while they sat beneath the big sunsettia tree on the hill, Kaeya's head in his lap as they laughed and shared stories, his heart buoyed up with warmth and fondness that was exhilarating and new. Not long after he left Mondstadt, he would still imagine it, what it could have been like if Kaeya were not who he turned out to be, if their entire lives hadn't been seeded with lies; Diluc would imagine it after long, arduous missions, while he touched himself, the only way to burn off the adrenaline and regret. He would imagine it when he at last returned, and they settled into this bewildering, unspoken pattern, when Kaeya would stay late, when his touch would linger, when his voice warmed with affection. He has imagined those lips on his a thousand times, and even still, he is wholly unprepared for how good it is, how sweet, how burning, scorching hot. In an instant, in envelops him fully, burning away all else until it is the only thing left.
A sound like a snarl meets the slick slide of Kaeya's tongue in his mouth, nearly primal in his need, experiencing so much all at once for the first time. It's a reminder of just how...new to this he is, and so it's a good thing that instinct can take him a long way. He chases what feels good, and what feels right, and right now, Kaeya's warm, wet mouth surges against his own, and Diluc answers him readily, sinking his teeth into Kaeya's bottom lip, exhaling sharply when his hips press to his own. ]
Kae...
[ He breathes, wistful, leaning fully into the other's body, one hand sinking into his dark hair, the other pawing at the buttons of his vest. New to this or not, Diluc is not shy once he has decided to go for something, and inexperience won't stop him from seeking the warmth of Kaeya's skin. Not when he's ached for it for so long.
Still, he doesn't even get all the buttons all the way undone before he is gliding his fingers beneath the hem of Kaeya's shirt, seeking the warmth of his skin. Never before has he cursed himself so strongly for making a habit of wearing gloves. ]
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In his younger days, when they were young and carefree, Diluc would imagine it while they sat beneath the big sunsettia tree on the hill, Kaeya's head in his lap as they laughed and shared stories, his heart buoyed up with warmth and fondness that was exhilarating and new. Not long after he left Mondstadt, he would still imagine it, what it could have been like if Kaeya were not who he turned out to be, if their entire lives hadn't been seeded with lies; Diluc would imagine it after long, arduous missions, while he touched himself, the only way to burn off the adrenaline and regret. He would imagine it when he at last returned, and they settled into this bewildering, unspoken pattern, when Kaeya would stay late, when his touch would linger, when his voice warmed with affection. He has imagined those lips on his a thousand times, and even still, he is wholly unprepared for how good it is, how sweet, how burning, scorching hot. In an instant, in envelops him fully, burning away all else until it is the only thing left.
A sound like a snarl meets the slick slide of Kaeya's tongue in his mouth, nearly primal in his need, experiencing so much all at once for the first time. It's a reminder of just how...new to this he is, and so it's a good thing that instinct can take him a long way. He chases what feels good, and what feels right, and right now, Kaeya's warm, wet mouth surges against his own, and Diluc answers him readily, sinking his teeth into Kaeya's bottom lip, exhaling sharply when his hips press to his own. ]
Kae...
[ He breathes, wistful, leaning fully into the other's body, one hand sinking into his dark hair, the other pawing at the buttons of his vest. New to this or not, Diluc is not shy once he has decided to go for something, and inexperience won't stop him from seeking the warmth of Kaeya's skin. Not when he's ached for it for so long.
Still, he doesn't even get all the buttons all the way undone before he is gliding his fingers beneath the hem of Kaeya's shirt, seeking the warmth of his skin. Never before has he cursed himself so strongly for making a habit of wearing gloves. ]