[ thankfully for diluc's dignity, kaeya does not open his eye - at least not yet. it's poor form to stare during a kiss, after all.
not that kaeya is thinking about that. he's thinking only about what he's feeling, how good it is to kiss diluc, to taste him, to feel that itching something in the way their lips move together. the thing he understands and reciprocates yet it too afraid to say aloud, the words sticking in his throat, even the mere idea of muttering them is enough to make his heart race with anxiety.
but he doesn't have to say them, not when he can speak instead with his kiss, with the press of his body to diluc's. his hands release diluc's wrists and lift instead to his jaw, cradling his face as if it were something precious, something delicate, that needs protecting, his thumbs smoothing over the sharp rise of diluc's fine cheekbones. ]
You're beautiful.
[ he whispers between their mouths, his tongue lapping at diluc's, the intimacy between them growing, swelling, gripping his heart like a scorching hot fist. ]
I'm sorry.
[ for tonight, yes. but also for so much more. for betrayal, for secrets, for the simple crime of his existence. ]
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not that kaeya is thinking about that. he's thinking only about what he's feeling, how good it is to kiss diluc, to taste him, to feel that itching something in the way their lips move together. the thing he understands and reciprocates yet it too afraid to say aloud, the words sticking in his throat, even the mere idea of muttering them is enough to make his heart race with anxiety.
but he doesn't have to say them, not when he can speak instead with his kiss, with the press of his body to diluc's. his hands release diluc's wrists and lift instead to his jaw, cradling his face as if it were something precious, something delicate, that needs protecting, his thumbs smoothing over the sharp rise of diluc's fine cheekbones. ]
You're beautiful.
[ he whispers between their mouths, his tongue lapping at diluc's, the intimacy between them growing, swelling, gripping his heart like a scorching hot fist. ]
I'm sorry.
[ for tonight, yes. but also for so much more. for betrayal, for secrets, for the simple crime of his existence. ]