[ diluc's hands range over his chest, and kaeya arches into his touch, pressing into those burning hot palms, eager and wanting while they kiss, and kaeya is sure that this is the best kiss he's ever experienced in his life. diluc might not have experience, but he has instinct, and he's following it perfectly - to the surprise of no one. diluc has always known how to follow his body, it's why he's such a strong, incredible fighter; he knows when to stop thinking and allow muscle and sinew to rule the mind.
then again, kaeya is also incredibly biased. he'd steal the sun from the sky for diluc if only he asked, and he's spent so long imagining what kissing him would be like, that feeling it is like.. a dream. it's heady and intoxicating, and in the back of his mind kaeya wonders if perhaps this is a dream, borne of drunken slumber, and he'll soon wake alone in his bed, slick with sweat, his pants wet with come.
kaeya only has a few moments to consider what's happening when diluc is tugging at his belt; before he knows it, diluc's hand is pressing down into his trousers, grasping his cock with greed and confidence. there's a white-hot flash behind his eyes, and kaeya moans into diluc's mouth, his hips snapping forward. ]
Luc..
[ it's not often that kaeya feels overwhelmed between the sheets - or against the wall, as it were - but right now diluc has him on the ropes, and kaeya's knees feel weak from the sensation alone. he presses back into the wall with such force that it makes the glasses and tumblers chime.
diluc is absolutely outstripping him, here, washing kaeya away with his need, and it's all he can do to keep his head above water. but he won't be outdone. kaeya's fingers are a little clumsy and rushed, but he makes quick work of the buttons on diluc's shirt, popping them open as swiftly as he can manage until at last he's able to press his palms against bare, hot skin. over deep scars and straining tendons. ]
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then again, kaeya is also incredibly biased. he'd steal the sun from the sky for diluc if only he asked, and he's spent so long imagining what kissing him would be like, that feeling it is like.. a dream. it's heady and intoxicating, and in the back of his mind kaeya wonders if perhaps this is a dream, borne of drunken slumber, and he'll soon wake alone in his bed, slick with sweat, his pants wet with come.
kaeya only has a few moments to consider what's happening when diluc is tugging at his belt; before he knows it, diluc's hand is pressing down into his trousers, grasping his cock with greed and confidence. there's a white-hot flash behind his eyes, and kaeya moans into diluc's mouth, his hips snapping forward. ]
Luc..
[ it's not often that kaeya feels overwhelmed between the sheets - or against the wall, as it were - but right now diluc has him on the ropes, and kaeya's knees feel weak from the sensation alone. he presses back into the wall with such force that it makes the glasses and tumblers chime.
diluc is absolutely outstripping him, here, washing kaeya away with his need, and it's all he can do to keep his head above water. but he won't be outdone. kaeya's fingers are a little clumsy and rushed, but he makes quick work of the buttons on diluc's shirt, popping them open as swiftly as he can manage until at last he's able to press his palms against bare, hot skin. over deep scars and straining tendons. ]