Diluc's features flush hot as hellfire at those words as they twist his stomach up into a thousand perfect, tiny knots, ready to burst. Like as not he could come right here against Kaeya's hand, it wouldn't take long at all, and he's practiced withholding while touching himself and thinking of encounters very much like this one. Unintentionally, he's prepared himself for this, even if his imagination pales to the real thing, the hunger, the need.
But Kaeya asks him to fuck him, and Diluc wouldn't dream of denying him this, of denying either of them this. Whatever happens after this encounter...he doesn't want to regret the act itself, when it has been building up for so long. It wouldn't do to lance the boil only to let it fill up with infection again, and regardless of the aftermath, they deserve this. They've waited so long, wanted so long, their attraction and tension undeniable. It's as close to fate as Diluc will let himself believe in.
Still, even if his course is set, he is...undeniably nervous. He's never done this before, what if he hurts him, in his haste? Diluc hardly prepared for this. He is hardly...ready, to press into Kaeya as they both need, but fortunately, he knows well of Kaeya's reputation of, uh, preparedness, and Diluc paws at the pockets of his low-slung trousers, still rocking his hips against Kaeya's exquisite touch, before withdrawing his quarry - a small glass vial. ]
Will you...?
[ He wants Kaeya to do it. Both to make sure the job is done right, and also...just so Kaeya can touch him more, though he hardly needs to. He's already hard as stone, hot and ready. This is the final step they need to take. ]
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Diluc's features flush hot as hellfire at those words as they twist his stomach up into a thousand perfect, tiny knots, ready to burst. Like as not he could come right here against Kaeya's hand, it wouldn't take long at all, and he's practiced withholding while touching himself and thinking of encounters very much like this one. Unintentionally, he's prepared himself for this, even if his imagination pales to the real thing, the hunger, the need.
But Kaeya asks him to fuck him, and Diluc wouldn't dream of denying him this, of denying either of them this. Whatever happens after this encounter...he doesn't want to regret the act itself, when it has been building up for so long. It wouldn't do to lance the boil only to let it fill up with infection again, and regardless of the aftermath, they deserve this. They've waited so long, wanted so long, their attraction and tension undeniable. It's as close to fate as Diluc will let himself believe in.
Still, even if his course is set, he is...undeniably nervous. He's never done this before, what if he hurts him, in his haste? Diluc hardly prepared for this. He is hardly...ready, to press into Kaeya as they both need, but fortunately, he knows well of Kaeya's reputation of, uh, preparedness, and Diluc paws at the pockets of his low-slung trousers, still rocking his hips against Kaeya's exquisite touch, before withdrawing his quarry - a small glass vial. ]
Will you...?
[ He wants Kaeya to do it. Both to make sure the job is done right, and also...just so Kaeya can touch him more, though he hardly needs to. He's already hard as stone, hot and ready. This is the final step they need to take. ]