[ to call their time together intimate would not be a strong enough descriptor.
it's fantastic. it's incredible. it's.. groundbreaking, at least for kaeya, who has never really bothered to be anything but a good, transient fuck for another person. but for diluc he wants to be more, he never wants it to end, and though he doesn't have courage to call it what it is, they're not just fucking, they're making love, hot and desperate and much-needed love that scratches an itch he's never been able to reach. diluc's hands are a balm, his mouth a sweet salve over old, raw wounds that never properly healed. their coming together feels fated. natural. necessary.
it's nearly dawn by the time they finally sleep, filthy and exhausted and wrapped up in one another, their limbs tangled, the sheets damp, the blankets an unholy mess. kaeya sleeps deeply, restfully, lost in the warm scent of diluc's skin and hair, comforted by the walls around him. the winery has always felt like home.. and tonight, for the first time in years, he feels that old contentedness again. it wraps him like a warm blanket, and kaeya sleeps better than he has in a long, long time.
it's after noon by the time he stirs, their bodies still intertwined, and it takes a moment for kaeya to rouse enough to remember why he is here, and with whom, though the face full of scarlet hair tickling his nose is an easy reminder.
for a brief moment, cold fear clutches his gut. what have they done? why did they do it? was this the right choice? should he run again?
kaeya bites it back. it's old insecurity talking, and in this warm, perfect moment.. how could he feel anything but good? shifting onto his side, one hand skates down diluc's back, and kaeya nudges their noses together, grinning like a lazy cat as the afternoon sunlight streams against his skin. ]
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it's fantastic. it's incredible. it's.. groundbreaking, at least for kaeya, who has never really bothered to be anything but a good, transient fuck for another person. but for diluc he wants to be more, he never wants it to end, and though he doesn't have courage to call it what it is, they're not just fucking, they're making love, hot and desperate and much-needed love that scratches an itch he's never been able to reach. diluc's hands are a balm, his mouth a sweet salve over old, raw wounds that never properly healed. their coming together feels fated. natural. necessary.
it's nearly dawn by the time they finally sleep, filthy and exhausted and wrapped up in one another, their limbs tangled, the sheets damp, the blankets an unholy mess. kaeya sleeps deeply, restfully, lost in the warm scent of diluc's skin and hair, comforted by the walls around him. the winery has always felt like home.. and tonight, for the first time in years, he feels that old contentedness again. it wraps him like a warm blanket, and kaeya sleeps better than he has in a long, long time.
it's after noon by the time he stirs, their bodies still intertwined, and it takes a moment for kaeya to rouse enough to remember why he is here, and with whom, though the face full of scarlet hair tickling his nose is an easy reminder.
for a brief moment, cold fear clutches his gut. what have they done? why did they do it? was this the right choice? should he run again?
kaeya bites it back. it's old insecurity talking, and in this warm, perfect moment.. how could he feel anything but good? shifting onto his side, one hand skates down diluc's back, and kaeya nudges their noses together, grinning like a lazy cat as the afternoon sunlight streams against his skin. ]
.. morning, beautiful.