[Chuuya leans into Diluc's kisses, letting out a hum of approval as he buries his hands in his hair. His own hands are keen to wander, one still curled in Diluc's hair from where he'd reeled him in for that previous kiss, the other wandering downward: tracing the line of his body along Diluc's neck, his shoulder, his spine. He helps remove their clothing with unconcealed eagerness, at least slightly more careful with Diluc's than he was in the alleyway, thankfully.
Hm, might have to replace that shirt still, though.
Thighs come up to frame Diluc as the man settles back atop him, and it's as he's arching up into Diluc's kisses that his hands are grasped and pinned. A breathless laugh escapes him, Chuuya's thighs squeezing against Diluc's hips in approval.
He could easily break out of his grip, but where would the fun be in that?
Especially when the stroke of his thumb is followed by the dig of Diluc's nails against the heel of his palm, provoking an oddly strangled noise from him, a jerk of his body beneath Diluc's and a stutter to his breath, fingers curling reflexively. Every sensation feels clear and focused, enough to make it hard to focus anywhere else.]
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Hm, might have to replace that shirt still, though.
Thighs come up to frame Diluc as the man settles back atop him, and it's as he's arching up into Diluc's kisses that his hands are grasped and pinned. A breathless laugh escapes him, Chuuya's thighs squeezing against Diluc's hips in approval.
He could easily break out of his grip, but where would the fun be in that?
Especially when the stroke of his thumb is followed by the dig of Diluc's nails against the heel of his palm, provoking an oddly strangled noise from him, a jerk of his body beneath Diluc's and a stutter to his breath, fingers curling reflexively. Every sensation feels clear and focused, enough to make it hard to focus anywhere else.]