[ yeah i'm pretty sure all he managed to remove was his jacket and.. halfway his pants. or something.
despite the fact that kaeya was the one to speak first, he finds that he immediately regrets it, and wishes they could just go back to uncomplicated kissing and fucking and not have to worry about anything at all. in fact, kaeya's eye is already flicking to the left and the right, searching for an escape route.
at least until diluc is leaning forward to kiss him again, and kaeya's breath leaves him in a shuddering rush. gods, it feels so good to kiss him.. it feels so right, more right than anything has ever felt in his life. from a young age, his life has always been unstable, the puzzle pieces of his existence scattered, a mess, but he and diluc fit together, they always have, from the first night kaeya spent under the roof of the manor. he'd been terrified, alone, frozen solid from the downpour, but diluc had watched him with wide, scarlet eyes, eager to help. and when kaeya came down with a cold the next day, diluc rushed to his side, ready to share his toys, to bring kaeya water, to stay with him until he felt better.
the memory is like a knife to the heart. ]
Well. We can share the blame.
[ clearing his throat, kaeya snags the waistband of his trousers and begins hiking them back up, right over the mess in his pants, because really, what else is he going to do? it's not the first time he's walked home with come in his pants, and it isn't likely to be the last. ]
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despite the fact that kaeya was the one to speak first, he finds that he immediately regrets it, and wishes they could just go back to uncomplicated kissing and fucking and not have to worry about anything at all. in fact, kaeya's eye is already flicking to the left and the right, searching for an escape route.
at least until diluc is leaning forward to kiss him again, and kaeya's breath leaves him in a shuddering rush. gods, it feels so good to kiss him.. it feels so right, more right than anything has ever felt in his life. from a young age, his life has always been unstable, the puzzle pieces of his existence scattered, a mess, but he and diluc fit together, they always have, from the first night kaeya spent under the roof of the manor. he'd been terrified, alone, frozen solid from the downpour, but diluc had watched him with wide, scarlet eyes, eager to help. and when kaeya came down with a cold the next day, diluc rushed to his side, ready to share his toys, to bring kaeya water, to stay with him until he felt better.
the memory is like a knife to the heart. ]
Well. We can share the blame.
[ clearing his throat, kaeya snags the waistband of his trousers and begins hiking them back up, right over the mess in his pants, because really, what else is he going to do? it's not the first time he's walked home with come in his pants, and it isn't likely to be the last. ]