Not that he's displeased with this turn of events - hardly. The night before wasn't nearly enough to make up for years of pining and heartache, and this morning after won't be, either, but it's a start. If they're to mend the rift between them, better to do it in a way they are both adept at expressing themselves: physically.
Even if this particular kind of physicality is still a new arena for Diluc. Kaeya hasn't teased him - much - for his inexperience, and he finds it far easier than he ever would have expected. Maybe that's how he can know it's right.
A groan escapes him as Kaeya envelopes him with his body, arching his neck to better facilitate those sweet, warm kisses. Kaeya's hair cascades like a waterfall over his shoulder, tickling Diluc's cheek, and he chuckles, such a strange and unusual lightness in his chest.
He likes it, he thinks. ]
And if I don't let you have your way? My work doesn't stop on a whim, you know.
[ He says, his words not matching his actions at all as his hands curl up around Kaeya's back to keep him near, his palms dragging over his shoulder blades, fingers dipping into each ridge of his spine. Turning his head, Diluc drags his tongue over the shell of Kaeya's ear, tasting the salt of his skin. ]
And you've already made such a mess for me to clean up.
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Not that he's displeased with this turn of events - hardly. The night before wasn't nearly enough to make up for years of pining and heartache, and this morning after won't be, either, but it's a start. If they're to mend the rift between them, better to do it in a way they are both adept at expressing themselves: physically.
Even if this particular kind of physicality is still a new arena for Diluc. Kaeya hasn't teased him - much - for his inexperience, and he finds it far easier than he ever would have expected. Maybe that's how he can know it's right.
A groan escapes him as Kaeya envelopes him with his body, arching his neck to better facilitate those sweet, warm kisses. Kaeya's hair cascades like a waterfall over his shoulder, tickling Diluc's cheek, and he chuckles, such a strange and unusual lightness in his chest.
He likes it, he thinks. ]
And if I don't let you have your way? My work doesn't stop on a whim, you know.
[ He says, his words not matching his actions at all as his hands curl up around Kaeya's back to keep him near, his palms dragging over his shoulder blades, fingers dipping into each ridge of his spine. Turning his head, Diluc drags his tongue over the shell of Kaeya's ear, tasting the salt of his skin. ]
And you've already made such a mess for me to clean up.
[ They're so filthy!! ]