[ the anticipation is almost better than the pleasure. kaeya is sure, absolutely, positively sure, that he has never wanted anyone so much, never wanted anything so much as this. diluc has been on his mind and in his heart for years, and there can be no more holding back, no matter how complex things between them have become, no matter how diluc might push him away, and kaeya might pick at diluc, and press his buttons. beneath the strife of their relationship runs a deep well of love and trust laced with a hot, visceral wanting that time has only nurtured.
touching diluc.. it just feels right. loving him feels as natural as breathing.
the glasses and bottles on the shelves clink against one another again as diluc pushes him back further, harder, and kaeya's breath escapes him - gods, diluc is impossibly strong - and his hands snag in diluc's loosened, open shirt, holding tightly while he finds his angle.
then at last, at long last, diluc's cock is inside of him and kaeya is seeing stars, his head tipped back, his mouth agape in a deep, guttural groan. his body initially snaps tight around the intrusion, grasping diluc tight as the stretching burn takes hold, but kaeya knows what he's doing. he breathes, slow and deep and shuddering, and begins to relax himself, at least, as much as he is able. kae, diluc calls him, and kaeya's chest constricts with warmth. he swears under his breath, his hips canting forward, his hands white-knuckled. ]
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touching diluc.. it just feels right. loving him feels as natural as breathing.
the glasses and bottles on the shelves clink against one another again as diluc pushes him back further, harder, and kaeya's breath escapes him - gods, diluc is impossibly strong - and his hands snag in diluc's loosened, open shirt, holding tightly while he finds his angle.
then at last, at long last, diluc's cock is inside of him and kaeya is seeing stars, his head tipped back, his mouth agape in a deep, guttural groan. his body initially snaps tight around the intrusion, grasping diluc tight as the stretching burn takes hold, but kaeya knows what he's doing. he breathes, slow and deep and shuddering, and begins to relax himself, at least, as much as he is able. kae, diluc calls him, and kaeya's chest constricts with warmth. he swears under his breath, his hips canting forward, his hands white-knuckled. ]
That's perfect..