[ it's absolutely fitting indeed that they would come together this way, in a clash of fire and ice, just as they had four years ago on that awful, painful, rainy night. this is a different sort of conflict, but a conflict it remains, for how they push and pull at one another, vying for power, or really, vying to be the first to touch, the first to kiss, the first to drag teeth and nails against hot, perfect skin. it's feral, the way they're coming at one another, but kaeya couldn't imagine it any other way. it's diluc. they've been at odds for so long.
even if it wasn't always that way. even if kaeya has also thought about making slow, sweet love to him just as much as he's though about fucking him mindless. ]
I won't.
[ he whispers, his tongue dragging along diluc's soft lower lip, swollen from the ferocity of their kisses. his own lips burn sweetly, but he can't take his mouth away, can't stop kissing diluc even to press his mouth elsewhere, onto all of that soft skin. kaeya yearns to drag his mouth down diluc's body, to taste every inch of him until he's positively wrung out.
but then he would lose the sweet sensation of diluc's kiss, and the heady drunkenness that comes along with it. instead he allows his hands to move to diluc's back, still pressed under his shirt, his short fingernails dragging hot welts over pale skin - but it isn't enough. it isn't nearly enough. he's distracted, for a moment, by the drag of diluc's hand, how it pulls over his cock, strong and tight and confident, and when his thumb rolls over kaeya's tip he groans again, rocking his hips in a quick, staccato rhythm.
yet he wants more, too. kaeya's soon making quick work of diluc's trousers, unlacing them and shoving his hand down into that blinding heat until he's got his hand on diluc's cock. he's already so hard, silky smooth and fitting perfectly against kaeya's palm. ]
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even if it wasn't always that way. even if kaeya has also thought about making slow, sweet love to him just as much as he's though about fucking him mindless. ]
I won't.
[ he whispers, his tongue dragging along diluc's soft lower lip, swollen from the ferocity of their kisses. his own lips burn sweetly, but he can't take his mouth away, can't stop kissing diluc even to press his mouth elsewhere, onto all of that soft skin. kaeya yearns to drag his mouth down diluc's body, to taste every inch of him until he's positively wrung out.
but then he would lose the sweet sensation of diluc's kiss, and the heady drunkenness that comes along with it. instead he allows his hands to move to diluc's back, still pressed under his shirt, his short fingernails dragging hot welts over pale skin - but it isn't enough. it isn't nearly enough. he's distracted, for a moment, by the drag of diluc's hand, how it pulls over his cock, strong and tight and confident, and when his thumb rolls over kaeya's tip he groans again, rocking his hips in a quick, staccato rhythm.
yet he wants more, too. kaeya's soon making quick work of diluc's trousers, unlacing them and shoving his hand down into that blinding heat until he's got his hand on diluc's cock. he's already so hard, silky smooth and fitting perfectly against kaeya's palm. ]
Fuck, you're perfect..