He wasn't certain, at first, and questioned his judgment more than once as they made their way back to the Dawn Winery. He's taking Kaeya home with him. The implications of that are not lost on either of them, and there are...several implications. Still, he feels amorous and warm, too much so to give into his second-guessing. The overwhelming scent of Kaeya's skin and taste of him still in his mouth no doubt have much to do with that, and the carriage ride home is spent in relative quiet, their bodies pressed close together, sharing warmth and touch. After denying himself this for so long, Diluc feels rather like a parched man, drinking up every ounce of affection he can, thirsty for it all.
After all, he isn't sure what tomorrow will bring, if some time to reflect on what they've finally done will change how he feels about it, about him. Better to seize this moment while they can, before common sense nudges its way back into his synapses.
Once they reach the estate and steal their way inside under the cover of night, they waste no time getting back to what they left off with at the Angel's Share, kissing, touching, pulling off one another's already-messy clothing until they are both beautifully, wonderfully bare. This time, it's slower, more deliberate, in the way they map one another with their hands and mouths, touch and kiss in places they have always daydreamed about. They share one another wholly, perfectly, Kaeya pressing Diluc face-first into the sheets and bearing down on him until Diluc is absolutely senseless and growling with pleasure. He's never felt such ecstasy in his life as he does when Kaeya fucks him, needful and unrelenting and sweet all at once.
It's not until the sun begins to rise that they at last reach the point of exhaustion, the sheets around them damp from sweat and come, their bodies perfectly tangled, hair sticking to tacky skin. Diluc falls asleep with his face pressed against Kaeya's throat, surrounding him fully with the scent of his skin and hair, breathing in his pulse. It's a heavy, dreamless sleep, deeply satisfied and boneless from their exertions, and one he does not intend to rise from until late, late the next morning.
Or perhaps never at all. He could stay like this forever, never moving from this moment, from this spot. That would be easier, wouldn't it? ]
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He wasn't certain, at first, and questioned his judgment more than once as they made their way back to the Dawn Winery. He's taking Kaeya home with him. The implications of that are not lost on either of them, and there are...several implications. Still, he feels amorous and warm, too much so to give into his second-guessing. The overwhelming scent of Kaeya's skin and taste of him still in his mouth no doubt have much to do with that, and the carriage ride home is spent in relative quiet, their bodies pressed close together, sharing warmth and touch. After denying himself this for so long, Diluc feels rather like a parched man, drinking up every ounce of affection he can, thirsty for it all.
After all, he isn't sure what tomorrow will bring, if some time to reflect on what they've finally done will change how he feels about it, about him. Better to seize this moment while they can, before common sense nudges its way back into his synapses.
Once they reach the estate and steal their way inside under the cover of night, they waste no time getting back to what they left off with at the Angel's Share, kissing, touching, pulling off one another's already-messy clothing until they are both beautifully, wonderfully bare. This time, it's slower, more deliberate, in the way they map one another with their hands and mouths, touch and kiss in places they have always daydreamed about. They share one another wholly, perfectly, Kaeya pressing Diluc face-first into the sheets and bearing down on him until Diluc is absolutely senseless and growling with pleasure. He's never felt such ecstasy in his life as he does when Kaeya fucks him, needful and unrelenting and sweet all at once.
It's not until the sun begins to rise that they at last reach the point of exhaustion, the sheets around them damp from sweat and come, their bodies perfectly tangled, hair sticking to tacky skin. Diluc falls asleep with his face pressed against Kaeya's throat, surrounding him fully with the scent of his skin and hair, breathing in his pulse. It's a heavy, dreamless sleep, deeply satisfied and boneless from their exertions, and one he does not intend to rise from until late, late the next morning.
Or perhaps never at all. He could stay like this forever, never moving from this moment, from this spot. That would be easier, wouldn't it? ]