[It doesn't feel like the first time, when kissing Childe had been the result of a wild moment of impulse that had left him feeling shaken and confused. This time he makes the decision confidently, knowing that it's what he wants despite the sharp taste of alcohol on the other man. His skin tingles everywhere Childe's weight rests against him even through the barrier of clothing, part excitement and part disbelief, still.
And he welcomes all of it. The light tug he feels against his hair, the other man's frame leaning into him, his own heart racing against it. Diluc wonders if Childe can feel that, where his hand is resting against his chest.
Though he doesn't miss the light press of tongue against his lip he doesn't react to it immediately. Instead he moves his hand from Childe's shoulder to his jaw line, curling his fingers into the harbinger's hair and brushing around the shell of his ear with the side of his thumb. It's a gentle touch, almost delicate in how he traces the shape, before he's tilting his head just so and parting his lips just enough to be a clear invitation.
His fingers twitch against Childe's back again, then tighten into a light grip against the fabric there.]
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And he welcomes all of it. The light tug he feels against his hair, the other man's frame leaning into him, his own heart racing against it. Diluc wonders if Childe can feel that, where his hand is resting against his chest.
Though he doesn't miss the light press of tongue against his lip he doesn't react to it immediately. Instead he moves his hand from Childe's shoulder to his jaw line, curling his fingers into the harbinger's hair and brushing around the shell of his ear with the side of his thumb. It's a gentle touch, almost delicate in how he traces the shape, before he's tilting his head just so and parting his lips just enough to be a clear invitation.
His fingers twitch against Childe's back again, then tighten into a light grip against the fabric there.]