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

[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.]

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[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.]

[A vagrant like him generally just finds the best piece of shelter he can find in nature and makes himself comfortable for the night. When he’s sleeping outdoors, he doesn’t keep the same camp for long, preferring to pack up and move onto the next place. It’s not that sleeping indoors is alien to him— he just prefers the outdoors, snow or hot summers.

Despite the clear tone of muscle in his body, Kazuha is exceptionally light, easy for his Anemo to lift him. It takes no effort for Diluc to slide him closer— he’s already close, tucked beneath the larger man —and his waning arousal finds new interest as their hips become flush. He can feel him pressed against him, and part of him wants to roll the redhead onto his back so he can get a good, lingering look at him.]

It’s a small gesture. I’m grateful for your help and keeping the company of a friend is hardly unwelcome. Besides, it may be undesirable for both of us.

[They’d undressed because there was a hunger between them, though it’s cooled off some. The samurai hardly minds, placing a soft kiss against the corner of Diluc’s chin, then his neck, then his shoulder. He does finally shift his hand downward to the taller man’s firm ass, though he doesn’t grab it like a lecher; Kazuha strokes the scarred skin, soft and gentle as if he was holding any other part of him.]

[And Diluc, normally resisant to any real attempts to take control of him in bed, might just allow Kazuha that if he tried it. While he doesn't doubt the samurai's strength for a moment, it's difficult to feel intimidated by him with all things taken into consideration.]

Mm, that's true enough.

[His skin prickles up in goosebumps under Kazuha's hand as it slides downwards, though he couldn't say why. He leaves his hand on the other man's pale thigh, the movement of his thumb stilling against the skin.

And he realises, with Kazuha so close to him, that he wants to kiss him again so badly that the suddenness of the desire almost seems to burn in his chest. So he does, curling one finger lightly beneath the smaller man's chin to tilt his head up. He presses their lips together for several soft, lingering moments, feeling the fire that had died down to embers slowly beginning to stoke up again.]

You're exquisite. [He says in the moment they part, his eyes opening to meet the other man's. His fingertips brush over the shock of red in his white hair.] Truly.

[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.

[And Diluc could spend all night kissing Kazuha, he thinks. Easily. The delicate strength about him is something the redhead can't help but find attractive, and could anyone really blame him?

That he is equally stumped by compliments doesn't come as too much of a surprise, but Diluc still laughs - a warm, gentle sound - in spite of expecting it. He makes himself comfortable, eyelids slightly lowered with a small smile on his lips, and hums a low acknowledgement.]

I noticed it when I first met you. [So, he knew it wasn't kizuna. Its consistent presence since they met has been proof enough of that. Still, he draws the lock of red hair through his first two fingers once again then lets it fall against the snow-white strands surrounding it.]

You fell asleep so easily earlier, are you still tired?

[The comment was half in jest, since the shock of red in the cloud of white hair is difficult to miss; Kazuha was certain that Diluc had noted it the moment they met even before confirmation. There's part of him that wonders why he doesn't manifest kizuna as easily as others— does he hold himself at a distance in ways he doesn't think about?

He realizes that must be true, but he's uncertain if there's anything to be done about something he does unconsciously.]

I generally do not sleep so easily. I attribute it to the comfort of your abode.

[He laughs, a little airy thing, and presses a soft kiss to Diluc's bare shoulder. The migraine has left him feeling tired; he could still put his mind to intimacy if he pleased... though just being snuggled in close to the larger man's body was nice in itself.]

I don't want you to feel like I've led you on.

[In the spaces of those words, the meaning of 'I could sleep, if you'd be fine with it' is relatively clear, unlike the samurai's other poetic and sometimes veiled way of saying things.]

[Diluc lets out a soft breath through his nose - almost a laugh - and shakes his head.]

I don't. You haven't.

[This had been going somewhere else, at one point, but the two of them have risen and fallen in the same ways and he doesn't feel for a moment that the smaller man has led him on. He hears the meaning between the words and gives Kazuha another kiss - soft, gentle, and chaste - and settles himself down beside him.

Intimacy doesn't always have to involve sex. What has happened between them this evening hasn't been disappointing.

Diluc tucks his arm around Kazuha's body and draws him in close, then reaches out just enough to snag the blanket to tug it up to their hips. He might not sleep yet, but if the other man was tired then he was more than content to keep him company while he rested.]

It's fine, Kazuha. Get some sleep.

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

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