Kaeya, when he's clearer minded and looking back, will appreciate Diluc's efficiency at this particular moment. His own hands are hard to keep steady, trembling from the need. Like the rest of him. And he's nowhere near as coordinated as he'd like to think he is.
It's hard to think straight, hard to concentrate on anything aside from the way Diluc feels against him, above him. He moans in response to that growl, welcoming that possessive sound, everything in him agreeing with a wordless: Yes. Yours.
He helps kick off his pants, his underwear, fitful and eager to be done with it.
His hands are moving fitfully over newly bared skin, like he can't possibly touch Diluc enough. There's an almost frantic desperation in him, as if now that he's let himself sink into this, into his heat and everything that comes with it, everything he's held back and staved off with denial for the past few days has struck him at once. "Diluc. I need--" Everything. Anything he'll give him.
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Date: 2021-06-11 03:31 pm (UTC)It's hard to think straight, hard to concentrate on anything aside from the way Diluc feels against him, above him. He moans in response to that growl, welcoming that possessive sound, everything in him agreeing with a wordless: Yes. Yours.
He helps kick off his pants, his underwear, fitful and eager to be done with it.
His hands are moving fitfully over newly bared skin, like he can't possibly touch Diluc enough. There's an almost frantic desperation in him, as if now that he's let himself sink into this, into his heat and everything that comes with it, everything he's held back and staved off with denial for the past few days has struck him at once. "Diluc. I need--" Everything. Anything he'll give him.