[ it feels so right. nothing in kaeya's life has ever felt so completely.. correct.
diluc's mouth slots to his perfectly, kissing him feels natural and easy, and it breeds in him a hunger for more, for everything diluc is willing to give. he tastes like an absolute dream. and then he's breathing that sweet little nickname, and kaeya's heart tightens in his chest, as if squeezed by an invisible fist.
perhaps something of them is salvageable. he has to believe that, he has to cling so tightly to the threads that remain between them, because kaeya cannot imagine a life without diluc in it. good or bad, diluc's attention is all he craves. ]
Luc -
[ he whispers harshly, exhaling a low hum when diluc's teeth find his lower lip. this sort of rushed, violent desire is just what they need, what feels perfect for them. diluc's hands work at his front, and kaeya has to regrettably lift his hands from diluc's body for a moment to work open the front of his furred bolero, shrugging it off of his shoulders. it falls heavily to the floor, landing in a heap, forgotten. then his hands are on diluc again, unable to get enough of him, and as he presses them beneath the back of diluc's shirt and vest, kaeya is glad that his gloves are fingerless, for he's able to feel his lover's scorching hot skin, stretched tight with scars and nicks. ]
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diluc's mouth slots to his perfectly, kissing him feels natural and easy, and it breeds in him a hunger for more, for everything diluc is willing to give. he tastes like an absolute dream. and then he's breathing that sweet little nickname, and kaeya's heart tightens in his chest, as if squeezed by an invisible fist.
perhaps something of them is salvageable. he has to believe that, he has to cling so tightly to the threads that remain between them, because kaeya cannot imagine a life without diluc in it. good or bad, diluc's attention is all he craves. ]
Luc -
[ he whispers harshly, exhaling a low hum when diluc's teeth find his lower lip. this sort of rushed, violent desire is just what they need, what feels perfect for them. diluc's hands work at his front, and kaeya has to regrettably lift his hands from diluc's body for a moment to work open the front of his furred bolero, shrugging it off of his shoulders. it falls heavily to the floor, landing in a heap, forgotten. then his hands are on diluc again, unable to get enough of him, and as he presses them beneath the back of diluc's shirt and vest, kaeya is glad that his gloves are fingerless, for he's able to feel his lover's scorching hot skin, stretched tight with scars and nicks. ]
I want you.