[As Diluc leans down to place the instrument away and free his hands again, the samurai wastes no time in pushing himself to his knees on the couch and sliding both hands along the taller man’s cheeks to hold him for a moment to place a kiss on his lips.]

Good, you deserve it. Now you can practice as you please, without the obligation of running a winery to occupy all your time.

[Whether Diluc enjoys his work or not — and he thinks he must — running anything or assuming responsibility does not leave much room for leisure. He hopes that his lover will continue to take advantage of the time Nippon has essentially granted to him.

Kazuha brushes his fingers through Diluc’s hair, pushing his bangs back, before drawing his hands away.]

I’m sure your hands will remember how to play in no time.