circuitice | CALL ME OUT

[ kaeya arches, and for a moment, that is all the response that diluc needs. it has been some time, diluc thinks, since he has felt this way. desire has always been intertwined with vengeance. for the longest time, diluc hasn't desired anything save for the downfall of his enemies and the searing burn of the night. but kaeya is a live thing beneath him. he is bare, and friction, and the freedom of something unfettered. there is a time and place for the following thoughts: that the night coincides with shadow, that the timing is too fortuitous, that diluc has always chosen his loves poorly. but there is time for those thoughts later.

for now: kaeya. diluc kisses him. he allows the roam of kaeya's hand to squeeze his cock. the low grind of their hips brings diluc to crowd kaeya along the silk sheets of his bed, one hand tipping the long length of kaeya's neck so that he can suck a line of bruises into them - the other to drag open the bedside table for the implements within. the lubricant pops open with the single press of diluc's fingers. the cool gel pools.

diluc's breath rasps against kaeya's collar as his fingers slip down - down, and further. the heat of his body, the clench of his thighs. ]

Tell me, then, [ diluc says, with ironic heat, and the slow, lazy stretch of his fingers, ] if you need a moment.

[ for kaeya, this feeling is both familiar, and electrifyingly new. each little tinge of pain as Diluc marks his neck sends a flash down his spine. and he has to catch his breath, lest he seem too needy, too obvious. no, he must play this carefully.

his hand over his cock is practiced-- he knows the right way to move his thumb along the tip, and the right amount of pressure to excite his partner. and in certain cases, he knows the right words to say that will pull them in closer.

he only uses the tricks with his body tonight, his free hand moving over his shoulders, dragging his nails along skin. his legs fall open, baring himself.

he cannot commit himself to full honesty in his words, but he'll let his body speak for itself. ]

Mm? How gentlemanly~. But I'm an impatient lover.

[ but it's kaeya who has ever been the one in the orchard, patiently waiting for the best of the grapes to ripen before he plucks them from the vine. it's kaeya who waited for diluc to be finished his lessons so that they may run amok in the cloister of the courtyard. it's kaeya who waits up in bed until diluc has slipped in past their bedtime so that they can close their eyes proper, chest-to-chest, shoulder-to-shoulder, mouth-to-mouth.

but that's the thing, with diluc. perhaps he hadn't considered the difference that being a lover would make. kaeya's hand on his cock is sure, and warm. there's a moment wherein diluc closes his eyes to feel for the faint spark of it there, light and heady. there's a faint noise of amusement there as diluc leans over to place a kiss upon kaeya's forehead. the kiss meanders down to his lips, slow, and thorough. it masks the push of his fingers, the way he tweezes open kaeya's entrance just so. two fingers find purchase, then in. ]

... you're tight.

[ ah, the sensation of Diluc's fingers inside of him is enough to set off both excitement, and nervousness in his stomach. every second of this becoming more "real." were he a bit more honest, there are things he'd love to say in this moment.

but instead, he laughs. he hooks his free arm around Diluc's neck, fingernails digging in between the wild red mane of hair. there's still a part of him expecting that at any moment? this will become like a dream, vanishing in an instant.

it's only the sensastion of touch that keeps him grounded. and it's like that, he steals a kiss, selfish as ever. ]

I wonder if I should take that as a compliment, hmm?

[ kaeya steals a kiss. diluc offers it to him in the way of a present - weighted, and scalded, like the possessive fold of his arm. diluc's mouth presses kaeya back into the sheets proper, open-mouthed and filthy as he slips his fingers in deeper. the hook of them, a gentle scissoring motion; he's tight, but diluc doesn't remember kaeya ever being this warm. he is alive in his arms; he is here.

diluc breathes out into the little arc of space between them, left behind by the kiss. ]

I was simply wondering, [ diluc's lips curl, ] how long you would need, before you could take me.

CALL ME OUT

crawls in a whole ice-age later...

welcomes you back with open arms

thank u friend... wheezes blood

my turn to apologize... im still here...

it's ok... i'm slow as molasses but very enthusiastic molasses tbh