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whatsthehurry) wrote2022-09-27 11:13 pm
whatsthehurry) wrote2022-09-27 11:13 pm
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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.
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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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. ]
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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?