[He sees it, feels it coming and when Kazuha starts to shake under him he keeps the samurai's hands pinned against his legs and grinds his hips in deep as he watches the other man make a mess of himself. For a long few moments, while his lover's insides tense and clench around him, he's still and aching--
Then he's moving again, driving hard into Kazuha's trembling body as he crests those last few waves to his own climax.
Diluc is quiet too, his jaw tense and breath catching when finally peaks. His hips buck sharply, a few harsh gasps leaving him, and he's a victim of his own desire to make things last as his muscles burn with exertion. It's a rush, his heartbeat thudding in his ears for those few moments of near-overwhelming pleasure, and he hardly notices the light crescent-marks he leaves in those pale thighs.
Panting in the aftermath of it, he lets Kazuha's legs slide out from under his hands and bows his head down slightly.]
Oh, gods. [He mumbles, lowering the other man's hips back to the bed. Diluc just about manages not to collapse on top of him entirely, dropping down to his side instead.] Mmf.
[He's able to take in just how wrecked Kazuha is from this angle, and it's with another faint flush of warmth and prickling re-stirring of arousal that he notices just how hard the other man had cum. Diluc leans in, laps gently at a spatter of liquid marking Kazuha's jaw, then he grins roguishly.]
[He's over sensitive as Diluc gives him a few more hard snaps of his hips, but it's a distant discomfort in Kazuha's sex high brain, just like the grip on his thighs, the pulse of his lover's cock against his insides as he reaches his own peak. Kazuha's brain is caught somewhere between heaven and earth, but he considers himself blessed by the gods to see the redhead's expression as he comes down from his own peak.
Kazuha can't help the soft groan as Diluc slips out of him, just managing not to crush him— for the better, especially considering the mess he's made of himself, splattered with his own cum from belly to chin. Already he can feel some of Diluc's spend slip from his loosened hole. It generally would bother him, but if sex with his friend was going to be like this, he thinks he can get used to it.]
You're a terrible tease.
[The samurai smiles warmly, his hands reaching to cup each of Diluc's cheeks as he pulls his head just slightly to the right angle so he can give him a deep, long kiss, tasting himself on his mouth. He thinks maybe his legs should hurt some, though they're still tingly. It's a pleasant feeling, like after a good work out.
He's been worked over at least.
When their lips part again, Kazuha nips at Diluc's bottom lip. His eyes flick down, snowy white lashes shading his eyes as he takes in the sight of his lover's post-fuck body. He's not sure if he's been so insanely attracted to someone in quite a while.]
[It isn't like him to so readily accept that kind of praise, but in the come-down from climax and the warm afterglow suffusing his entire body despite the mess, he takes it gracefully and with a roguish little half-smile.
He leans in for another kiss, keeping it soft and chaste, then shifts back just enough to give Kazuha some space to breathe and cool off. Content to wait, he stays where he is and idly trails the fingertips of one hand up and down the smaller man's upper arm.
No need to ask, then, if his performance had been satisfactory.]
Shall I run you a bath? [Diluc asks then, becoming more aware of the state they are both in by the moment.] Or would you prefer to shower?
[This was worth the wait. Diluc is stunning in his afterglow, and even as the redhead shifts to give him room, Kazuha finds it difficult to take his eyes off him. As the other man strokes his arm, he keeps his fingers cupped against the other man's jaw. How could this man have made such a mess of him and remains so handsome himself?
He keeps it to himself, though it might flicker in his eyes, with the way he looks at him. The feeling of his spend cooling in sticky pools on his skin draws his attention back to himself, and Kazuha reaches down, giving his semi-soft cock one last stroke that makes him stretch his legs out luxuriously on Diluc's bed.]
Bath.
[Just taking a shower would put them back in bed quicker, but also, the samurai feels no rush for it. Climbing into the tub and soaking together with Diluc sounds much more pleasing to him. Speaking of...]
[The bathroom, being a peculiar mix of 'western' and Japanese style, allows for one to simply take a shower or to run a fresh bath as required. Kazuha's choice is definitely not one that Diluc dislikes, though he wouldn't have minded any excuse to continue to be close to him at the moment.
His wanderer is gorgeous, even messy as he is, and he leans down to give Kazuha another kiss after his question.]
If you desire me there. I have no inclinations to refuse you anything you ask at the moment.
[Perhaps a dangerous admission, but he doesn't believe that Kazuha will take advantage of how generous he is feeling at the moment.]
And if you don't wish to walk, I'm happy to carry you.
[That does get an airy chuckle from the samurai, after which he looks at Diluc with a little crook to the edge of his smile. Playful.]
You don't? After you teased me so? There’s mercy in you.
[Kazuha looks far from displeased, just seizing the opportunity to poke a little at his lover. He strokes his fingers through his hair marveling the way curled strands almost look like dendrobium.
How beautiful. He wonders what Diluc would think if he shared his thoughts, about flowers and the fleetingness of life.]
I’m far too unwilling to let you leave my side yet. I could walk but— [That warm, almost vulvine smile returns again, teasing.] You left a mess inside me, so between it all, I’ll spill less on your floors if you carry me.
[Ah, gods, how is it that Kazuha can make him feel like a man entirely starved of any affection, only able to be sated by this one person? He hardly even wants to shift away from him at all, even if the intention is to immediately gather the man up into his arms again.
There's another warm, lingering kiss pressed to the samurai's lips before he does finally pry himself away from him... just long enough to get to his feet so that he can pick him up. He tucks the other man in close to him and kisses his hairline, smiling into it.]
Don't be too concerned about the floors. I can always mop up later on.
[In this, he thinks, they are both getting something that they want.]
[Although small of stature and light of body, unlike many who might be insecure about this, Kazuha is at comfort with himself and the sensation of being swept up into Diluc's arms. At the very least he's even glad for it at the moment, since while he's certain his lover could lift people much heavier, at least it reduces the effort.
Tucked in against Diluc, Kazuha can't help but tilt his head and press a warm kiss to the redhead's neck, his lips smiling against his skin. Despite the appeasement, the samurai still clenches his muscles, trying not to spill what was left inside him.]
Mm, maybe I just like the feeling of you in me.
[He opens his mouth, scraping his teeth against Diluc's collarbone. Even if they'd finished for now, he can't get enough of touching, tasting the Raginvindr's skin. He doesn't bite or leave a mark, but his lips linger with each kiss and bump of his teeth like the smaller man is imagining it.]
[Saying things like that... Diluc feels his ears heat up as his steps take them quickly to the bathroom. He sets Kazuha down again gently once they're there, and tips the samurai's head up so he can softly kiss him again.]
You have no idea what you do to me.
[That they had waited this long before doing this only makes it all the more emotionally intense as far as Diluc is concerned... For a man so stoic most of the time he certainly has his unfair share of trouble with keeping his feelings out of things. He had wanted Kazuha for a while, and no doubt it had been abundantly obvious even if he hadn't said it outright.]
Let's get cleaned up, before this teasing of yours has me losing all sense of reason.
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Then he's moving again, driving hard into Kazuha's trembling body as he crests those last few waves to his own climax.
Diluc is quiet too, his jaw tense and breath catching when finally peaks. His hips buck sharply, a few harsh gasps leaving him, and he's a victim of his own desire to make things last as his muscles burn with exertion. It's a rush, his heartbeat thudding in his ears for those few moments of near-overwhelming pleasure, and he hardly notices the light crescent-marks he leaves in those pale thighs.
Panting in the aftermath of it, he lets Kazuha's legs slide out from under his hands and bows his head down slightly.]
Oh, gods. [He mumbles, lowering the other man's hips back to the bed. Diluc just about manages not to collapse on top of him entirely, dropping down to his side instead.] Mmf.
[He's able to take in just how wrecked Kazuha is from this angle, and it's with another faint flush of warmth and prickling re-stirring of arousal that he notices just how hard the other man had cum. Diluc leans in, laps gently at a spatter of liquid marking Kazuha's jaw, then he grins roguishly.]
My... Just look at you.
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Kazuha can't help the soft groan as Diluc slips out of him, just managing not to crush him— for the better, especially considering the mess he's made of himself, splattered with his own cum from belly to chin. Already he can feel some of Diluc's spend slip from his loosened hole. It generally would bother him, but if sex with his friend was going to be like this, he thinks he can get used to it.]
You're a terrible tease.
[The samurai smiles warmly, his hands reaching to cup each of Diluc's cheeks as he pulls his head just slightly to the right angle so he can give him a deep, long kiss, tasting himself on his mouth. He thinks maybe his legs should hurt some, though they're still tingly. It's a pleasant feeling, like after a good work out.
He's been worked over at least.
When their lips part again, Kazuha nips at Diluc's bottom lip. His eyes flick down, snowy white lashes shading his eyes as he takes in the sight of his lover's post-fuck body. He's not sure if he's been so insanely attracted to someone in quite a while.]
But you're wonderful.
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[It isn't like him to so readily accept that kind of praise, but in the come-down from climax and the warm afterglow suffusing his entire body despite the mess, he takes it gracefully and with a roguish little half-smile.
He leans in for another kiss, keeping it soft and chaste, then shifts back just enough to give Kazuha some space to breathe and cool off. Content to wait, he stays where he is and idly trails the fingertips of one hand up and down the smaller man's upper arm.
No need to ask, then, if his performance had been satisfactory.]
Shall I run you a bath? [Diluc asks then, becoming more aware of the state they are both in by the moment.] Or would you prefer to shower?
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He keeps it to himself, though it might flicker in his eyes, with the way he looks at him. The feeling of his spend cooling in sticky pools on his skin draws his attention back to himself, and Kazuha reaches down, giving his semi-soft cock one last stroke that makes him stretch his legs out luxuriously on Diluc's bed.]
Bath.
[Just taking a shower would put them back in bed quicker, but also, the samurai feels no rush for it. Climbing into the tub and soaking together with Diluc sounds much more pleasing to him. Speaking of...]
Will you be with me?
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His wanderer is gorgeous, even messy as he is, and he leans down to give Kazuha another kiss after his question.]
If you desire me there. I have no inclinations to refuse you anything you ask at the moment.
[Perhaps a dangerous admission, but he doesn't believe that Kazuha will take advantage of how generous he is feeling at the moment.]
And if you don't wish to walk, I'm happy to carry you.
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You don't? After you teased me so? There’s mercy in you.
[Kazuha looks far from displeased, just seizing the opportunity to poke a little at his lover. He strokes his fingers through his hair marveling the way curled strands almost look like dendrobium.
How beautiful. He wonders what Diluc would think if he shared his thoughts, about flowers and the fleetingness of life.]
I’m far too unwilling to let you leave my side yet. I could walk but— [That warm, almost vulvine smile returns again, teasing.] You left a mess inside me, so between it all, I’ll spill less on your floors if you carry me.
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[Ah, gods, how is it that Kazuha can make him feel like a man entirely starved of any affection, only able to be sated by this one person? He hardly even wants to shift away from him at all, even if the intention is to immediately gather the man up into his arms again.
There's another warm, lingering kiss pressed to the samurai's lips before he does finally pry himself away from him... just long enough to get to his feet so that he can pick him up. He tucks the other man in close to him and kisses his hairline, smiling into it.]
Don't be too concerned about the floors. I can always mop up later on.
[In this, he thinks, they are both getting something that they want.]
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Tucked in against Diluc, Kazuha can't help but tilt his head and press a warm kiss to the redhead's neck, his lips smiling against his skin. Despite the appeasement, the samurai still clenches his muscles, trying not to spill what was left inside him.]
Mm, maybe I just like the feeling of you in me.
[He opens his mouth, scraping his teeth against Diluc's collarbone. Even if they'd finished for now, he can't get enough of touching, tasting the Raginvindr's skin. He doesn't bite or leave a mark, but his lips linger with each kiss and bump of his teeth like the smaller man is imagining it.]
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[Saying things like that... Diluc feels his ears heat up as his steps take them quickly to the bathroom. He sets Kazuha down again gently once they're there, and tips the samurai's head up so he can softly kiss him again.]
You have no idea what you do to me.
[That they had waited this long before doing this only makes it all the more emotionally intense as far as Diluc is concerned... For a man so stoic most of the time he certainly has his unfair share of trouble with keeping his feelings out of things. He had wanted Kazuha for a while, and no doubt it had been abundantly obvious even if he hadn't said it outright.]
Let's get cleaned up, before this teasing of yours has me losing all sense of reason.