[ Kissing Diluc is much like a dream, where it feels as though he's been sent adrift in a boat in the middle of the ocean, floating and grounded all at the same time. Flashes of heat mingle with the languid press of lips against his own, the sensation both foreign and familiar. They've kissed only once before but he can recognize Diluc's taste, the way he handles him, neither yielding completely nor dominating him and overwhelming him with sensation. Fingers press against his back and he makes a sound that's felt rather than heard, a low timbre of a moan that thrums vibrantly in his chest even as he surges forward for more.
The rest of the world falls away and he's left to only focus on what's in front of him. His hands press and pull him in intervals against himself and he takes Diluc's invitation as intended, pressing more insistently into his mouth eagerly to explore. The heat and the thrill of kissing Diluc Ragnvindr, of Mondstadt is lost in the desire to just feel everything he's doing with him, to him.
Unsurprisingly, it takes little prompting for him to realize he wants more. His touch reasserts itself at his hip, then at the hem of his shirt - before tipping up, seeking out an opening for him to slip through and touch beneath the layers, pulling away with a bite and a tug at Diluc's lower lip that's significantly softer than it should be, as though even that movement is affected by how much he's drunk. ]
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The rest of the world falls away and he's left to only focus on what's in front of him. His hands press and pull him in intervals against himself and he takes Diluc's invitation as intended, pressing more insistently into his mouth eagerly to explore. The heat and the thrill of kissing Diluc Ragnvindr, of Mondstadt is lost in the desire to just feel everything he's doing with him, to him.
Unsurprisingly, it takes little prompting for him to realize he wants more. His touch reasserts itself at his hip, then at the hem of his shirt - before tipping up, seeking out an opening for him to slip through and touch beneath the layers, pulling away with a bite and a tug at Diluc's lower lip that's significantly softer than it should be, as though even that movement is affected by how much he's drunk. ]