[Kazuha could drown in all these kisses. He's a little overwhelmed, though he doesn't attempt to turn away from them; it's been a while since someone had kissed him so much in a single night; at least not as some sort of foreplay, though he can’t recall anyone kissing him this much regardless.
If payback was his goal, then Diluc is succeeding. The redhead isn’t the only one who stumbles over compliments like this— admire his bladework, his cooking, or even his poetry despite his claims that he’s not very talented at it. Compliments to his appearance or character are almost too much for his humble self to take.
Kazuha’s cheeks are hot with his blush and he makes a soft huff of a sigh as he stumbles over a response, his lashes lowered as he flicks his gaze downward from the larger man’s face.]
Thank you.
[He doesn’t move his hand from where it was resting on Diluc’s ass, though his other is far more innocent, brushing his fingers through the other man’s mane of hair.]
It’s not kizuna— [Though perhaps the other man knew that already. Kazuha’s eyes flicker on that thought.] I’ve been told my great grandfather had hair as red as autumn maples.
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If payback was his goal, then Diluc is succeeding. The redhead isn’t the only one who stumbles over compliments like this— admire his bladework, his cooking, or even his poetry despite his claims that he’s not very talented at it. Compliments to his appearance or character are almost too much for his humble self to take.
Kazuha’s cheeks are hot with his blush and he makes a soft huff of a sigh as he stumbles over a response, his lashes lowered as he flicks his gaze downward from the larger man’s face.]
Thank you.
[He doesn’t move his hand from where it was resting on Diluc’s ass, though his other is far more innocent, brushing his fingers through the other man’s mane of hair.]
It’s not kizuna— [Though perhaps the other man knew that already. Kazuha’s eyes flicker on that thought.] I’ve been told my great grandfather had hair as red as autumn maples.