[ The rush of emotion that crashes over him in waves drowns out any rational thought in his head, otherwise he would surely be stepping back, muttering a rushed apology, insisting again that they can't do this. But that voice in his mind is well and truly silenced by the voracious way Kaeya kisses him, like a starving man slaking his hunger, like Diluc's attention is the only thing in the world that he needs. Perhaps that is true. He has ever made his regret apparent to Diluc, as reluctant as Diluc may have been to accept it.
And had things gone differently that night, if Kaeya had told him long before what he was, maybe they would be old lovers by now, deep into the summer of their romance, kissing just like this, but without any of the accompanying aches. For as good as it is, there is also frustration, fear, and regret. Every single emotion that is tied to Kaeya in his heart, right at the tender center that he still and ever will occupy.
The sound of Kaeya's bolero hitting the floor makes Diluc's heart slam hard against his ribcage, and as Kaeya's hungry fingers reach for his skin, he pulls back his own hands to tug off his gloves and toss them aside. How long has he wanted to touch this skin? To explore it freely, with needful palms? No sooner are his gloves tossed aside than do Diluc's hands glide over Kaeya's slender, handsome shoulders, grasping tight, fingers flexing against his skin. He feels so good...for all the build up they've had over years and years, Diluc is already terribly hard against the front of his trousers, but in this moment, he can't bring himself to be embarrassed by the fact.
His kiss breaks away for the barest of moments so he can utter: ]
Take it off.
[ His fingers snap around the snug crease of Kaeya's corset. He ain't dealing with this complicated outfit, take it off Kaeya!!! ]
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And had things gone differently that night, if Kaeya had told him long before what he was, maybe they would be old lovers by now, deep into the summer of their romance, kissing just like this, but without any of the accompanying aches. For as good as it is, there is also frustration, fear, and regret. Every single emotion that is tied to Kaeya in his heart, right at the tender center that he still and ever will occupy.
The sound of Kaeya's bolero hitting the floor makes Diluc's heart slam hard against his ribcage, and as Kaeya's hungry fingers reach for his skin, he pulls back his own hands to tug off his gloves and toss them aside. How long has he wanted to touch this skin? To explore it freely, with needful palms? No sooner are his gloves tossed aside than do Diluc's hands glide over Kaeya's slender, handsome shoulders, grasping tight, fingers flexing against his skin. He feels so good...for all the build up they've had over years and years, Diluc is already terribly hard against the front of his trousers, but in this moment, he can't bring himself to be embarrassed by the fact.
His kiss breaks away for the barest of moments so he can utter: ]
Take it off.
[ His fingers snap around the snug crease of Kaeya's corset. He ain't dealing with this complicated outfit, take it off Kaeya!!! ]