[Diluc himself rarely opens any meetings with the expectation of intimacy, but Venti is one of few that he certainly doesn't mind it happening with. He doesn't mind at all, either, when the small, warm body in his lap manifests those lovely wings for him to touch and tease as he drives the archon to completion.
It's still, when he thinks about it a little too hard, utterly baffling to him that he has done things like this with Barbatos. The sisters would be apoplectic if they knew.
But he doesn't care. Can't find it in him to care when they're both satisfied, cleaned up, and Venti is leaning up against his chest with his wings laid out. Diluc has one arm around his back, and the other hand idly moves along the arch of the wing spread across their bodies.]
How's that? [He murmurs, something almost reverent in his voice as he strokes his fingers over the feathers. Right now he isn't trying to rile Venti up, just... make him feel comfortable.] Good?
GOOD
It's still, when he thinks about it a little too hard, utterly baffling to him that he has done things like this with Barbatos. The sisters would be apoplectic if they knew.
But he doesn't care. Can't find it in him to care when they're both satisfied, cleaned up, and Venti is leaning up against his chest with his wings laid out. Diluc has one arm around his back, and the other hand idly moves along the arch of the wing spread across their bodies.]
How's that? [He murmurs, something almost reverent in his voice as he strokes his fingers over the feathers. Right now he isn't trying to rile Venti up, just... make him feel comfortable.] Good?