[ but the corset is so hot!! :c can't they just bang in it!!
there's an authority to diluc's words that kaeya finds incredibly sexy, enough to make his blood rush hot, and he doesn't hesitate even a moment before he's working open the snaps of his cincher, one by one. his hands are deft even while half-drunk, and he's removed this thing enough times to not struggle with it - it drops away, and kaeya exhales hard against diluc's mouth.
being touched by him.. it's everything kaeya had dreamt it would be, and more. the amount of times he's thought about this is truly staggering. hardly a night goes by where he's not thinking of diluc as he falls asleep, or as he jerks off, or, he's ashamed to admit, as he's fucking someone else into their mattress. diluc's hands are hot as hellfire.
they're rushing, needy, forceful, their kiss still hungry and bottomless. kaeya can't keep his mouth away, he's drunk on the flavor of diluc's mouth, on the slippery slide of his tongue, and the way his breath feels, gusting hot against kaeya's lips. he rocks his hips forward again, and the feel of diluc's erection grinding hot against his own is enough to elicit a low groan from him that sounds almost pained; the sheer need he has for diluc is blissful agony. ]
Fuck -
[ he whispers, yanking his the hem of his white shirt out of his trousers, so he can snag diluc's wrists and push his hands up beneath it, eager for that skin to skin contact. ]
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there's an authority to diluc's words that kaeya finds incredibly sexy, enough to make his blood rush hot, and he doesn't hesitate even a moment before he's working open the snaps of his cincher, one by one. his hands are deft even while half-drunk, and he's removed this thing enough times to not struggle with it - it drops away, and kaeya exhales hard against diluc's mouth.
being touched by him.. it's everything kaeya had dreamt it would be, and more. the amount of times he's thought about this is truly staggering. hardly a night goes by where he's not thinking of diluc as he falls asleep, or as he jerks off, or, he's ashamed to admit, as he's fucking someone else into their mattress. diluc's hands are hot as hellfire.
they're rushing, needy, forceful, their kiss still hungry and bottomless. kaeya can't keep his mouth away, he's drunk on the flavor of diluc's mouth, on the slippery slide of his tongue, and the way his breath feels, gusting hot against kaeya's lips. he rocks his hips forward again, and the feel of diluc's erection grinding hot against his own is enough to elicit a low groan from him that sounds almost pained; the sheer need he has for diluc is blissful agony. ]
Fuck -
[ he whispers, yanking his the hem of his white shirt out of his trousers, so he can snag diluc's wrists and push his hands up beneath it, eager for that skin to skin contact. ]