[ The jostling isn't nearly enough to nauseate him and, besides that, when he can get a look at Diluc's face properly again he feels less like he's going to be sick and more like there are a hundred butterflies trying to escape out of his torso. They're close, so close that he can count each individual eyelash framing Diluc's bright red eyes. So close that he can see the fine contour of his nose, the way his lips form elegantly around every word, the way he leans in and -
Oh. Diluc's mouth is firm and warm and a welcome weight against his own. There's maybe a brief moment where he imagines that it can't be very nice, since he's pretty sure he could actually start a fire if he breathed on an open flame, but it's easy enough to get lost in Diluc's taste and focus on that and the way the other man feels against him, under him when his fingers slide up the expanse of his chest to rest over his heart.
Unsurprisingly, it doesn't take very long before Childe is pressing back into him, both to deepen the kiss and take more of Diluc's warmth for himself. His fingers tangle themselves in the fastening of his front, curl around a wayward lock of his hair that he might have pulled forward where it dangles out of his ponytail, and he's half-leaning, half-draping over him and tipping his head into the proper position to thoroughly kiss him.
For someone who's quite inebriated, it's not nearly as sloppy as it could have been. There's an almost shy hesitation that gives way to something more bold, braver in its exploration with each passing second. The gentle nip of teeth in Diluc's lower lip heralds the press of tongue, flicking just light enough at his upper lip to be completely missable. ]
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Oh. Diluc's mouth is firm and warm and a welcome weight against his own. There's maybe a brief moment where he imagines that it can't be very nice, since he's pretty sure he could actually start a fire if he breathed on an open flame, but it's easy enough to get lost in Diluc's taste and focus on that and the way the other man feels against him, under him when his fingers slide up the expanse of his chest to rest over his heart.
Unsurprisingly, it doesn't take very long before Childe is pressing back into him, both to deepen the kiss and take more of Diluc's warmth for himself. His fingers tangle themselves in the fastening of his front, curl around a wayward lock of his hair that he might have pulled forward where it dangles out of his ponytail, and he's half-leaning, half-draping over him and tipping his head into the proper position to thoroughly kiss him.
For someone who's quite inebriated, it's not nearly as sloppy as it could have been. There's an almost shy hesitation that gives way to something more bold, braver in its exploration with each passing second. The gentle nip of teeth in Diluc's lower lip heralds the press of tongue, flicking just light enough at his upper lip to be completely missable. ]