jikan_rpg | [Nov Catchall] ✵ Change the way you look at things and the things you look at change.

[Ah...

Without something peculiarly magical driving him towards physical contact that he wouldn't normally seek, that they reached this point is as much a surprise to Diluc as well. But... something about Kazuha is enticing, and the way that the gentle comfort between them had progressed to something more intimate feels entirely natural.

The smaller man kisses him and his eyes fall shut, the grip of his hand around Kazuha's hip tightening slightly.]

... Mmn. [Diluc only lets out a quiet sound after it, and doesn't let the samurai get very far before he's pressing his fingertips lightly against the back of his neck to pull him down into another kiss.]

[Since arriving in Nippon, Kazuha has definitely had more intimate encounters than he'd usually have, but few of them have been embraced while he was totally sober and of right mind. There's no sake heating his veins or uki clouding his mind, only the warm smell of ripened fruit in summer and the spicy, homely scent of fire and forest filling his senses.

He tangles a hand fully in Diluc's hair as he's drawn back into another kiss, settling himself against the larger man so their bodies touch. The touch on his neck is firm but never forceful, and it makes a shiver run though his smaller frame. He likes the Mondstadter— all his actions seem genuine, a feeling that immediately endeared him to him.

Diluc's lips are soft; Kazuha savors the feel of them, their mouths slotting together. This too is another experience of getting to know him, and the samurai takes his time, letting his lips linger in a gentle, caste kiss before he parts his own lips slightly, inviting him to deepen it should he want to.]

[He takes that invitation readily, digging his fingers into the back of Kazuha's hair as he tips his head slightly to draw the kiss deeper. The hand curled around his hip briefly massages against it and then slides down, snagging fabric until he can slip beneath it and move his fingertips over the bared skin of his back.

There hasn't been a single thing he's done since Kazuha arrived that hasn't been genuine. Some things have felt... bold and even strange to him, but some of that has been part of simply growing used to how things are done here and the freedom that being here has allowed him so far. Why should he not do something that he enjoys? And he does, he has found, enjoy being close to people like this.

Diluc pulls Kazuha in close to him for a moment, then shifts to tip him lightly over onto his back. He brushes a hand idly up his inner thigh, leaning on the other elbow and moving the samurai's hair off his face with his free hand.]

You should know... I won't ask any more than you're willing to give.

[A kiss is enough, if that's all there is. More than enough.]

[Diluc's touch builds fire under his skin, leaving a blazing trail that begins to kindle desire within him. Kazuha wonders if he’ll leave this house singed, if the man will burn a mark into his heart. He’s already started; he can feel the warm ache in his chest, the flames stroked by gentle kisses and wanting hands.

The samurai breathes a heavy sigh against Diluc’s mouth, so warm like the rest of him where he could get lost in the comfort of it, his frame trembling as fingers find blade scars, some dotted with the evidence of crude stitches. Even being tipped onto his back is gentle, and while Kazuha doesn’t often find himself on his back with a partner, he finds he doesn’t quite mind.

Heat and tension rush between his legs, the muscle of his leg twitching beneath Diluc’s touch, just shy of being ticklish, but not wanting to pull away.]

Then surely you can count on me to tell you when I want to stop.

[As small as he knows he is, he knows people have the assumption he might be demure and passive; he does not assume Diluc thinks this of him, but he would not let the thought cross his mind anyway. He knows what he wants, what he’s comfortable with.

He leans back in, pressing a kiss to Diluc’s jaw as he reaches for his shirt. He presses another as he undoes the first closed button he finds, then the second, giving him enough space to slip a small hand inside and smooth over his chest.]

[His fingertips find those scars and his mind notes them, but he doesn't linger on the raised lines or signs of stitches. What he's more interested in is the shivering of the muscles under his touch, the way that Kazuha tells him what he wants without needing to put it into words.

He smiles faintly at the other man's assurance and gives a nod of understanding. Never for a moment had he assumed that Kazuha would be a passive person, but he always did like to ensure the comfort of a potential partner. If this wasn't wanted, then that was a thing he would prefer to know from the outset.]

I'll keep that in mind. [Diluc tells him, and goosebumps rise on his skin the moment Kazuha's hand slips inside his shirt. There are scars on him from the shoulders down - many of them of varying age and source. Some are clearly caused by blades, some by arrows or fire. There is one that is more subtle in appearance than its effects on him were, puncturing both front and back low on his ribcage.

It looks newer than most of the others.

He moves his hand higher up the samurai's thigh, bunching fabric up close to his waist. His fingertips trail across the firm, warm expanse of skin between the small Inazuman's hips as he captures Kazuha's lips in another kiss.]

[The thunder rumbles again, the last remnants of the storm still lingering, but this time Kazuha doesn’t seem to mind as much. It still hurts— the samurai draws a deep breath — but he doesn’t tremble in Diluc’s hands anymore. At least, not from the thunder.

Kazuha's eyes close again as his lips are captured, his free hand finding Diluc's hair again. He tangles his fingers in it, bunching it up in his hand as strong fingers come to cup the back of the larger man's head. His hips subtly move to press up into the palm that is pushing the shirt further and further up his hip.

The touch against Diluc's scars is reverent; though he brushes across him, he never lingers too long. It's like a mirror of his travels— he stays only as long as he needs, and then moves onto the next. At some point, he realizes he hadn't opened enough buttons, and he breaks the kiss with a low chuckle.]

You're magnificent. Warm as a summer day.

[He places a cheekier peck against Diluc's lips as he withdraws his hand to fumble — just with the one now — to open more buttons.]

Edited 2021-11-06 20:28 (UTC)

[He does flush slightly at the compliment. Not for the words themselves, pretty as they are, but the sincerity of it. Diluc gives compliments easily in situations like this one but taking them is a different matter. Ever the demure, polite gentleman, he hesitates to take compliments he doesn't necessarily feel he has earned.]

Mm... thank you. [The redhead murmurs. He smiles, a flicker of soft uncertainty in it before he's kissing below Kazuha's jaw, down the pale curve of his neck, drawing the collar of the shirt and haori to the side to nip his shoulder. He thinks he might be able to spend all night exploring this small, exquisite body. He wonders if Kazuha would let him.]

These need to come off. [Diluc says, breaking the almost-silence of soft breathing and shifting fabric. Likely he can save Kazuha any further fumbling with his shirt and get that off, too.]

[Ah, he can't take compliments. Kazuha finds the blush that spreads across Diluc's face endearing— he can't see it well, in the light, but he knows it's there. His hand leaves the redhead's hair to stroke over a cheek reassuringly, but he can't help a few more chuckles as the larger man kisses down his neck.]

They do. It's gotten a bit hot, hasn't it?

[He lays a hand at Diluc's shoulder, if just to motion that they'd have an easier time removing things if they sit up. It doesn't keep him from just bunching his hand in Diluc's shirt and pulling it up his back, which Kazuha swiftly dips a hand under and smooths over the scarred skin.]

[He takes the hint immediately and sits up, though the way Kazuha grips and bunches his shirt has him shifting in such a way that - with the buttons already half undone - it's easily pulled off over his head. His hair falls wildly half across his face as he straightens up and he finds himself laughing, extracting his hands from the sleeves and pushing his fingers quickly through the mess of crimson curls.

That's one way to do it. The shirt is abandoned at the foot of the bed.

Under the fabric Diluc is densely muscled but slender still - a body built for speed as well as strength and littered with scars. He loosens the waist of his trousers but doesn't pull them off.]

I've always run a little hot. [He tells Kazuha with a small but crooked smile. It doesn't sound quite like an apology.] I'm told it's pleasant.

[This was a time in which Kazuha wished that nature had gifted him better eyesight as well, as what he can see in the dim light is a feast. The samurai makes no move to hide he's looking, ruby eyes heated as his gaze slowly skims over muscle and scars alike. Diluc might catch the way he chews at his lip for a moment as the smaller man catches him loosening his trousers.]

It wasn't a complaint.

[Kazuha is almost reluctant to pull the haori and shirt from his own body; they smell like Diluc, and that was a smell he's finding he finds quite comforting. He gets over his reluctance though, shedding the haori off his shoulders first, then pulls the oversized shirt up over his head.

He's a lot more naked than Diluc with the shirt shed, wearing only his fundoshi now, though he's far from body modest. Kazuha leans back on his hands, letting the other man see him fully for the first time. Although the samurai is small and slender, he has the physique of someone who has seen years of acrobatic combat. There are... numerous scars covering his body, from arrows and blades to the telltale branching scars of electro that must be common in Inazuma.]

I'm unattached... You can leave marks, if you want.

[What's a few more?]

[The way that Kazuha looks at him is more than noted, and he feels the tops of his ears heat up again. Though, the samurai isn't the only one who feels that they could benefit from a little more light in this situation, and so the Pyro Vision propped on the bedside table flares up dimly and the lamp beside it flickers with a low flame. The light grows, warming the room with a soft yellow-orange glow.

Kazuha looks ethereal.

It takes a moment for Diluc to realise that he's staring. He clears his throat quietly and takes in the other man's assurance with a faint tilt of his head. Would Diluc call himself unattached..? Whatever he and Kaeya have at this point is certainly up for debate as far as exclusivity is concerned and they had agreed that things would need to remain open to a point. There was no use in jealousy when the nature of Nippon could push them so easily into the arms of others.

It's fine, he thinks. There's no twinge of guilt or second-guessing.]

Would you like that? [He asks, and when he shifts close again he presses his lips over one of the scars marking Kazuha's chest. As he leans down, peeking over his left shoulder is a tell-tale Lichtenberg figure, still bright and vivid.]

I prefer to keep marks below the collar... I have to work.

[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.]

[He chuckles softly as Kazuha laughs. It's nice to feel so at ease, and he plants another kiss against the pale skin of his chest before softly nipping at his collar bone. Though it's by no means his intention to treat the smaller man like glass, he doesn't see the benefit in roughness now when things between them so far this evening have been so easy and gentle.

The touch to the mark on his shoulder has him stilling for a moment and he lifts his head up, then tips it into the hand pushed into his hair. He moves his own hand down Kazuha's body - from his waist to his hip, down to the leg pressed against him, and he lets his fingers rest there with his thumb lightly rubbing into the inside of the other man's thigh.]

I'm sure I could have forgiven you. [He says then, after he has considered it.

Diluc moves away then, but only briefly so that he can push off his trousers. It isn't a graceful manoeuvre and it's one that leaves him entirely bared to Kazuha's gaze, though there's no indication of embarrassment about him for either fact. He returns to the samurai with a soft exhale of breath, returning to the idle exploration of his body with one hand while he props himself up on the other elbow, drawing Kazuha up into another deep and warmly demanding kiss.]

[Roughness is sometimes better saved for pace or passion, rather than these playful moments of exploration. Even as clothing is shed, Kazuha still wonders how far he'll go— if he might be satisfied with just the gentle exploration of each other's bodies.

Diluc is a feast for his eyes, after all, and he makes no attempt to hide the hungry and approving gaze he has on the larger man as he returns to him, his hands idly stroking his own chest as he'd waited.

The kiss is maybe a bit sloppy at first— Kazuha's lips were curved in a pleased smile that made slotting their mouths awkward, but as Diluc's hand strokes over a sensitive spot on his hip, he opens his mouth in a gasp, which makes it much easier for that smile to slip away.

His own hand slides up around the redhead's back, only idly brushing over scars before he strokes a feather light path down the larger man's spine, trailing down until it reaches the little divots right above his ass. He splays his hand there, thumb drawing a small circle.]

[He hasn't given too much thought towards the direction of this. Diluc is... enjoying himself far more than he thought he could when it came to intimacy with an almost complete stranger, but he has no complaints. It wasn't a position he would have ever thought to find himself in in Mondstadt - or even here, really, and yet here he was.

And he is mentally mapping out all of those spots on the smaller man's body that make him twitch or gasp, prioritising them over others in his idle explorations. His fingertips find the raised edges and smooth marks of scars, softly caressing over each one, and he shivers slightly when Kazuha's hand reaches the base of his spine.]

Hmn. [Diluc murmurs, breaking from the kiss this time to press his lips against the top of the samurai's jaw. His wandering hand slides across the fabric of the fundoshi, palm cupping over the front and then giving a teasing rub.] Would you mind..?

[Mostly bare beneath Diluc's touch, the samurai is as quiet of a partner in intimacy as he speaks generally. Most of his pleasure is communicated in the twitch of muscles beneath the redhead's fingers, or the flutter of lashes, or a soft hitch of breath. The hitch is heavier as Diluc's palm slides over the cloth of his fundoshi, stroking up along the underside of his slowly hardening dick.]

Not at all.

[Inazuman— or in this case, Nipponese —clothing can be somewhat confusing to westerners in Kazuha's experience, so he takes the initative to reach down to where the edges of the fabric is tucked and pulls it loose. He doesn't entirely pull the cloth from him, and instead he hooks his fingers into the side, letting his cock bob up slightly with a twitch as cold air meets the wet tip.

A blush has spread from Kazuha's face, down his neck, and has begun to dust his shoulders and chest in pink. From the comfortable smile and the way that the samurai boldly reaches to trace scarred fingers down the lines of the larger man's stomach, following the natural paths of muscles downward until he reaches hair, it's less a sign of modesty and more just a trait about him.]

You're beautiful.

[Kazuha can't help the praise.]

Edited 2021-11-13 22:23 (UTC)

[Diluc has been to Inazuma, though he admittedly hadn't stayed there long and the intricacies of how their clothing worked hadn't been on his mind. So he is privately grateful that Kazuha doesn't leave him to figure it out, though he can easily catch on to what needs to be done.

But his intention to remove the cloth entirely is stalled by the soft skim of fingers down his chest and stomach. He almost freezes in place, his hand resting against Kazuha's pale thigh, and swallows slightly as the compliment hits him and leaves him - as usual - fumbling on how to take it.]

I-- [The flush which had until now been mostly restrained to burning the tops of his ears finally floods out past the curls of his hair and stains the tops of his cheekbones pink. While Diluc can easily take praise with regards to his skills and expertise - real, measurable things - he finds ones about his looks much more difficult to work around.

When he smiles, finally reacting, the expression has something soft and helpless about it and he chuffs out a gentle laugh.]

... Thank you.

[Kazuha had noticed a reaction like this the first time he'd given him a compliment and it had intrigued him, but now he knows it wasn't just his choice of words. It is... actually quite adorable, and Kazuha feels a different flush of heat run through him, settling soft in his chest.

He can't help the completely impish smile that spread across his lips, and his hands draw away from his trim body to cup the sides of his head, laughing at how hot his cheeks feel in his palms.]

You're adorable. [He places a kiss on the redhead's nose.] Your beauty is in your strength. I have not had the pleasure to see you in combat, but I can tell that you're a strong warrior. I would love to see and test your skills some day.

[It may be a strange time to confess his desire to spar with Diluc or fight along side him someday, but earnest things like that just have their way to slipping out of his mouth.]

[It's not a vulnerability that he shows off to just anyone, but usually when someone has reached a point of being able to give him a genuine compliment he likes them well enough to give a genuine response to it. He's always struggled to take them, though he has never given much thought as to why.

Maybe because how he looks never really mattered to him.

He clasps his hand over one of the small ones cupped to his cheek but doesn't pull it away, then gives a puzzled-looking expression to the kiss on his nose.]

Are you trying to challenge me to a duel? [Diluc asks, turning his head to press a kiss into the palm of the hand he's holding. He smiles a little against the skin, then tilts his head.]

Not something I usually do, but I could make an exception in your case.

[It wasn't until Diluc asked him that question that Kazuha finally realizes how his confession might sound. For a moment, the samurai stares up at him, face rosy, but then he can't hold back a light giggle when Diluc presses his soft lips to kiss his palm. These small romantic gestures are very effective on him, who fancies himself a poet.]

What if I were right now? [He asks, his voice hushed and his eyes widening slightly with the excitement of doing something so rash. The samurai can't hold it for long, giggling again before he strokes his thumb over Diluc's cheek.]

No, I was not thinking of something so serious. In Inazuma, duels are matters of honor. I was thinking something more casual like a spar or join you in a fight if the time ever came.

[In other words, he thinks he could see himself fighting at his side sometime. Perhaps he shouldn't be so preoccupied with the redhead's combat physique, when he has other ways to impress him at the moment. It's been impressed so far.

Slowly, he lifts his thigh a bit more, enough the can slide a leg around one of Diluc's and tangle around it.]

Hmmn... I think I could agree to that.

[Though he had waited, in that moment where Kazuha had been gazing at him with wide-eyed excitement (and his own heart had skipped at that - with how he looked, like that) to see if he actually meant it. He realises that he wouldn't have been disappointed at all if he did. Not that he minds the alternative, either.

He runs his hand gently down the thigh hooked up around him, calloused palm and fingers sliding over soft, pale skin and scars. His eyes stay on Kazuha's all the while, just looking at him and the way his blush colours his cheeks, then he tips his head curiously and lightly touches the fabric still tied against his hair.]

Is the storm still bothering you?

[Diluc can't even hear it now, save for the occasional blustery gust of wind.]

There's no obligation, though I'm not allowing a more... luxurious lifestyle than I generally enjoy prevent me from practicing my bladework.

[It perhaps was one of the more unusual places to discuss the desire to keep honing his skills as a samurai, but Kazuha was always looking to better himself in some way that gives him peace in his heart. It's what he's been searching for, all this time.

He almost follows Diluc's hand reflexively, wanting to touch his hand where it's brushed against the makeshift earmuff "headband" he'd made. The migraine has receded some, though it likely would not be completely gone for a few hours.]

I still hear it, but it's not so painful anymore.

[His eyes flicker over Diluc's form, and he brushes his fingers through red curls idly.]

I said I would leave when the storm had passed...

[It's an offer to relinquish the taller man's bed to him.]

You did.

[He had said that, hadn't he. Diluc reaches up to take hold of the hand brushing through his hair and brings it to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the knuckles. Then he lets go, though it's only to slide that same hand around the back of Kazuha's head and draw him in for a warm, lingering kiss.]

And if I said I wouldn't mind if you stayed the night, would you still go?

[His bright eyes are soft but curious, wondering if the Inazuman - who he has not yet quite pegged as 'flighty' but will no doubt come to learn of this quality - would hold to what he had said and leave in spite of Diluc's offer.

Lightly, he moves a curl of white hair back from the samurai's face and then shifts his hand away and moves it back to the thigh looped over his own, trailing lightly over his shoulder and the curve of his hip on the way. There, his thumb rubs a slow circle into the skin at the very top. Would he try to coerce Kazuha to stay? No, of course not. But, would he like him to..?]

If I asked you to stay?

[Kazuha isn’t sure he could get enough kisses from Diluc right now. Maybe he didn’t realize just how kiss starved he is— how his heart longs for the tender romance of someone he’d not see again. The young Ragnvindr was not a replacement or a substitute, but his kissing is warm and sweet, living a hot bath after a long, weary week of traveling.

He kisses him back even after their lips part, a small one at the corner of his lips as the small samurai closes his eyes to listen and consider. With the time surges, he’s not entirely sure he can trust his instinct with the weather, and his clothes have already been drenched already.]

I did say I’d help you with your roof. It might not be the most ideal to leave and just return in the morning.

[All paths diverge eventually. He needn’t be in such a hurry for it.

He drops one arm to curl beneath the larger man’s sliding up around his back again. There’s a playful part of him tempted to grab a handful of ass and his hand drifts that way, sliding down to the small of his back again to rub a small circle there, then draws it back up to the area right beneath his shoulders.]

I’ll stay here, for now. For you.

[A soft chuckle escapes him and he nods slightly in agreement. Kazuha's clothes would certainly not be dry yet and surely a night spent warm and comfortable would be more appealing than dressing in damp clothing and setting out into the night to... wherever he would plan to sleep until morning.]

For me? [He asks quietly, a small smile turning up the corners of his lips. It's not often such a smile is seen on his face - a warm, fond thing that lights up his eyes - but it feels like it comes to him so easily right now.

The hand thumbing idle circles into Kazuha's upper thigh slides around the back of it and he gently tugs the samurai in closer to him, squeezing around firm muscle and fitting their hips together.]

I'm flattered. [And... grateful too, he thinks.

He wants Kazuha to stay.]

[Nov Catchall] ✵ Change the way you look at things and the things you look at change.

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