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[ it's late, and kaeya is drunk.

not drunk enough to stumble and slur, nor to not know where he is, or whom he is with, but drunk enough to make reckless choices. drunk enough to touch what he shouldn't, and say forbidden things. drunk enough to eye diluc with undisguised hunger, across the bar. what they have between them.. it's nothing new. kaeya's felt this way for a long, long time - since they were boys, if he's honest with himself, and tonight, he is. it isn't the first time he's been tipsy in the angel's share and sent diluc heated looks, and he's sure it won't be the last, but kaeya nevertheless doesn't intend to grab diluc's wrist when he reaches for kaeya's glass. he's never been quite so bold before.

but it's raining tonight, and the rain makes him melancholy and nostalgic. rain reminds him of the things he's lost. it was storming, the night his father left him at the winery, when first he met master crepus, and diluc. it was storming again, the day he lost them both. thunder rolls in the distance, and wind rattles the windows in their frames; the storm is likely the only reason that diluc hasn't made good on his threats to kick kaeya out, despite the fact that the angel's share closed over an hour ago. kaeya is repaying that kindness, it seems, with assertiveness, his hand closing more tightly around diluc's wrist. even through his glove, he can feel the heat of diluc's skin.. he's always run so warm. ]

Luc -

[ the nickname comes too easily; kaeya's tongue is too loose. he clears his throat and grins genially, though his thumb is gliding beneath the hem of diluc's glove, sliding against bare skin. ]

That is, Master Diluc.. just one more, please. If you would be so kind.

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[ 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. ]

[ The intimacy is alarming and new, it should feel out of place, and yet...it doesn't. It feels like they have been doing this for years, for as long as Diluc's heart could recognize what he felt for Kaeya as love. It's out in the open now, and maybe he doesn't know what is going to happen tomorrow, maybe he doesn't know what the right thing to do is, or where they go from here - but for fucking once he is doing this just for himself, and himself only.

Telling Kaeya these things with his body, his hands, and his mouth rather than his words is...so much easier. So much simpler. ]

I'm sorry, too.

[ For pushing him away. For needing to push him away. For everything that was inevitable, and everything that wasn't.

Breaking off from the kiss, Diluc instead leans his brow against Kaeya's, drawing in a deep, shuddering breath. ]

Come home with me tonight.

[ It's his home too, after all. ]

[ those words are like a punch to the gut - painful, and yet relieving, the words he's longed to hear for years and years. he knows diluc's meaning, what he's inviting, and kaeya's heart soon leaps up into the back of his throat. his breath rushes, and he swallows thickly, but there can be only one answer. ]

Yeah.

[ kaeya presses his forehead back to diluc's, nudging at him with his nose.

going home with him. sleeping together, really sleeping together, tangled up in one another. it's so repulsively sweet, and it's all that kaeya wants. his hands smooth over diluc's back, and kaeya kisses him again, one more time, slow and lingering and warm, before it's breaking with a soft sound. ]

Let's go.

[ It was the right decision.

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? ]

[ 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. ]

.. morning, beautiful.

[ For Diluc, a similar wave of conflicting emotions hits him as he stirs from sleep, misgivings and fear butting up against warmth and comfort. If he had been told the day before that he would wake up in bed the next morning tangled up with Kaeya's naked form after a night of passionate sex, he would have actually laughed for how incredulous it is, and yet here he is.

And Kaeya is still here with him. He didn't slip away in the night, to dress himself and put the armor around his heart back on. He is still here, vulnerable and warm and wonderful, and all at once a lump of emotion sits thick in the back of Diluc's throat. At last, it's like a vital, missing piece of his life has slotted back into place.

Will it stay that way? For now, he is trying not to think about it.

Eyes still closed, his lips curl into a gentle smile against Kaeya's cheek, a hand lifting to glide beneath his jaw. ]

Oh, stop with the flattery. You already got me into bed.

[ Baka!!! ]

[ kaeya laughs, at that, warm and easy. ]

Well, I suppose I did.. but I didn't need flattery, for that.

[ he just needed his hands and his mouth and his body against diluc's to spark all that came after, and later.. his honesty. some of it, at least. they still haven't entirely admitted their hearts to one another, and kaeya still feels that deep pit of worry in his gut that it's going to need to come to that sooner than he wants, but..

.. it's worth it, isn't it? to bridge this terrible gap between them. to have diluc warm and naked against him, looking gorgeous and tousled in the morning light, his red hair wild from all the astounding sex they've had. it feels like a dream. kaeya hums, turning his head enough to capture diluc's with his own, reminding himself that this is real. he tastes just as good as he did the night before, just as perfect and sweet and familiar, and kaeya pulls in a sharp breath through his nose, murmuring against diluc's mouth. ]

But I can flatter you all I like.

Hmpf.

[ Comes his succinct response against Kaeya's lips. Diluc is, of course, not actually upset to be flattered, least of all not from Kaeya, even if it is strange to wrap his head around the idea of accepting it without resisting at least a little. He's resisted for so long, kept Kaeya at arm's length every time he teased him so affectionately. Now it seems foolish to have done so. He is not so naive as to believe that all the problems between them will magically be resolved now, but they do seem...smaller, somehow, for the gap they have now bridged.

Lying naked wrapped up in another person will do that.

He allows himself to indulge in the kiss, and it is good, lacking the urgency of their kisses from the night before, but no less hot and perfect, leaving his lips tingling and aching for more. ]

Don't let it go to your head.

[ He will. ]

Too late. It already has.

[ how could it not? he's wanted diluc for so long, that this can't feel like anything but a treat, but a win, even though he came very close to completely blowing it, last night, with one simple glance toward the door.

yet here they are.. wrapped together, warmed by streaming sunlight, surrounded by one another. it should feel awkward and strange, but instead it feels entirely natural, perfectly regular, which is all the more reason that kaeya knows it's right. kissing diluc feels like the most normal, easy, effortless thing that he has ever done.

and it's just so easy to push him back, to pin him to the bed and slide over him, rocking their hips together as his mouth moves along diluc's jaw to his ear, dragging warm and wet, his hands skating over diluc's ribs, down his sides, to grasp his hips. ]

And if I have it my way, you won't be leaving this bed all day..

[ he whispers, teeth raking against the sensitive space where diluc's jaw and neck meet. ]

[ He had a feeling the morning might go this way.

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!! ]

[ how could it not end this way?

kaeya is.. a sensual creature by nature, even without taking into account the fact that they have denied themselves this pleasure for years. now that he has it at his fingertips? there can be no resisting diluc. not now. not anymore. not ever again. they've flirted at this thing for so long that both of them can't keep their hands from one another any longer. ]

Mm, it certainly doesn't seem as if you're resisting..

[ he murmurs, their hips rocking together again, creating that sweet, warm friction that he craves, kaeya's cock already growing stiff between them as heat pools in his lap. now that they've crossed this line, kaeya can't imagine going back. ]

But if your work is so important..

[ his mouth drags, coasting down diluc's throat. another grind of his hips. ]

Then I suppose you ought to get going..

[ but they both know diluc won't. they both know that they are both exactly where they want to be, right here in this filthy bed, in these tangled sheets, primed and ready to fuck the afternoon away. ]

[ Infuriating man, persistent as a bug bite, and unbearable as one, too. Not that Diluc expected that Kaeya would fall for his bluff, if it can even be called that. This playful flirting comes so easily, and he doesn't have to wonder if Kaeya doesn't catch his real meaning. It's not different from the bickering they've been doing for years, really, except that they are infinitely less bitter about it right now.

It's hard to be bitter when Kaeya's warm body spills over him, grinding into him, mouth gliding over his throat. It feels better than words can say. How did he ever go without this? Could he ever bear to let it go, now that he's captured it?

That's a question that will need answering eventually, but not just yet. This afternoon is theirs for the taking just as the night before was. ]

I'm already on my way out the door.

[ His knees snap up around Kaeya's waist, holding him against him. It's rare for him to be so indulgent in his own wants, but with how overdue this is, he doesn't feel too guilty. The Angel's Share will be well taken care-of in his absence, and there's nothing else so pressing that he needs to leave this bed anytime soon. He laces his fingers behind Kaeya's neck, tipping his head back to better facilitate Kaeya's access to his neck. ]

Driving my carriage back to the city...hm. Good thing we cleaned up the bar last night.

[ Since. You know. ]

[ to that, kaeya can only chuckle, his grin evident against diluc's skin. ]

Indeed..

[ the evidence of their rough fucking against the bar wall had been a bit overt, he thinks, and kaeya was absolutely the sort who would have been happy to leave it as is for any and all to see, but diluc had insisted. of course. and so they'd left the angel's share spotless.

.. and instead, ruined diluc's large, comfortable bed. ]

The question is.. how shall I have you, hmm?

[ kaeya's voice is a low, silken purr, his tongue gliding over diluc's pulse, tracing delicate tendons, sucking light bruises against his collar while his hands grasp at diluc's hips, pulling them against his own, slow and deep. diluc's thighs feel hot as hellfire around his waist. ]

Shall I finish you with my hands? Or perhaps in my mouth?

[ his right hand is already slipping between their bodies, taking hold of diluc's cock, squeezing, pulling, his thumb gliding over the tip. already he's becoming well-acquainted with the shape of him. kaeya's head lifts, his hair wild and his pupil blown as he looks into diluc's face, reading his expression. ]

Or should I fuck you into the mattress until you're begging for me?

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