[It's true enough - Diluc is not what people expect him to be in many respects if they are able to get to know him a little better. He puts on the front of a nobleman, collected and even-tempered, but few people are aware of just how brutal he can be and what tempestuous emotions constantly boil beneath the surface.
Offering Chuuya breakfast had felt like the least he could do given the circumstances. He hums out a curious sound as he pushes the other man's shirt open entirely and tugs it off his shoulders with the aim of fully divesting him of it.]
Is that all..? [He asks with a crooked half-smile, his own shirt easily removed with how ruined it already is. The nail marks already bright across his back sting faintly when the air hits them.] Then either common courtesy is incredibly appealing to you, or...
[Ah, he is quite lovely to look at. Diluc doesn't miss the strength in the compact muscle of his frame. His fingers drift over the taut plane of Chuuya's abdomen, tracing the lines of the muscle there. He's already half-hard again, his breath hitching faintly as he slowly rides up against the thigh pressed against him.]
Or you enjoy it when... someone is confident enough to not see you as a threat...
[In Diluc's mind there is a difference between someone being a dangerous and someone being a threat. Does he believe Chuuya could be dangerous? Absolutely. However... he doesn't think he is a threat. They wouldn't be here together if he did.
And he certainly wouldn't be going for one of the smaller man's hands again, sliding his thumb across the palm.]
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[It's true enough - Diluc is not what people expect him to be in many respects if they are able to get to know him a little better. He puts on the front of a nobleman, collected and even-tempered, but few people are aware of just how brutal he can be and what tempestuous emotions constantly boil beneath the surface.
Offering Chuuya breakfast had felt like the least he could do given the circumstances. He hums out a curious sound as he pushes the other man's shirt open entirely and tugs it off his shoulders with the aim of fully divesting him of it.]
Is that all..? [He asks with a crooked half-smile, his own shirt easily removed with how ruined it already is. The nail marks already bright across his back sting faintly when the air hits them.] Then either common courtesy is incredibly appealing to you, or...
[Ah, he is quite lovely to look at. Diluc doesn't miss the strength in the compact muscle of his frame. His fingers drift over the taut plane of Chuuya's abdomen, tracing the lines of the muscle there. He's already half-hard again, his breath hitching faintly as he slowly rides up against the thigh pressed against him.]
Or you enjoy it when... someone is confident enough to not see you as a threat...
[In Diluc's mind there is a difference between someone being a dangerous and someone being a threat. Does he believe Chuuya could be dangerous? Absolutely. However... he doesn't think he is a threat. They wouldn't be here together if he did.
And he certainly wouldn't be going for one of the smaller man's hands again, sliding his thumb across the palm.]