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