[Kazuha hasn't slept with enough pyro Vision weilders to stop being impressed when even just a small flame appears from thin air. What a useful element— how he could have had many more comforts in his wandering life had he such a power.
He's not here to just admire Diluc's minor elemental tricks. The man himself looks like he's born of flame in the flickering lamplight, like he could be the Pyro Archon himself. Kazuha thinks he could be drawn to worship such an archon, if not for the beautiful, strong body in front of him but for the warm kindness he has.]
I would... I don't do this often enough others would see. A treat, for my eyes.
[He laughs an airy giggle at that, but it gets half cut off as his breath catches in his throat, his lashes fluttering as Diluc's lips find the raised ridge of a katana scar, the edges stil sensitive despite it being long healed.
The scar along the redhead's shoulder draws Kazuha's attention, a pang of homesickness striking his heart as he looks at it. He feels embarrassed for his heart's reaction, and so as he reaches over Diluc's shoulder to touch the winding branches he's as soft as if the injury had been made that very day.]
Hehe, there goes my plans to leave a kissmark on your cheek.
[He's only joking, of course. Not only would it be impractical but also just awkward to attempt. Of course he understands the sentiment, though.
His free hand finds its way back into Diluc's hair, brushing through the mane of wavy hair and bunching it in his hand as he lifts a knee and presses a thigh against the larger man's hip. He's not quite hard yet— no extreme tenting in his fundoshi —but the warmth of Diluc's body seems to sink into him, pooling between his legs.]
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He's not here to just admire Diluc's minor elemental tricks. The man himself looks like he's born of flame in the flickering lamplight, like he could be the Pyro Archon himself. Kazuha thinks he could be drawn to worship such an archon, if not for the beautiful, strong body in front of him but for the warm kindness he has.]
I would... I don't do this often enough others would see. A treat, for my eyes.
[He laughs an airy giggle at that, but it gets half cut off as his breath catches in his throat, his lashes fluttering as Diluc's lips find the raised ridge of a katana scar, the edges stil sensitive despite it being long healed.
The scar along the redhead's shoulder draws Kazuha's attention, a pang of homesickness striking his heart as he looks at it. He feels embarrassed for his heart's reaction, and so as he reaches over Diluc's shoulder to touch the winding branches he's as soft as if the injury had been made that very day.]
Hehe, there goes my plans to leave a kissmark on your cheek.
[He's only joking, of course. Not only would it be impractical but also just awkward to attempt. Of course he understands the sentiment, though.
His free hand finds its way back into Diluc's hair, brushing through the mane of wavy hair and bunching it in his hand as he lifts a knee and presses a thigh against the larger man's hip. He's not quite hard yet— no extreme tenting in his fundoshi —but the warmth of Diluc's body seems to sink into him, pooling between his legs.]