[ diluc becomes a little bit stiff at the attention to his neck, fingers tangling in the fabric of his robe as he tries to will himself to relax. there are a few not-so-obvious scars peppered around there, along with a few that lead down to his chest, which, thankfully???, is mostly covered at the moment. he does let out a noise when kaeya drags a tongue over his pulse point, and there's definitely a spot somewhere beneath his ear that'll make him groan. ]
[Ah, there it is. Kaeya snickers, smug, pressing Diluc against the wall with his entire weight. He lets go of one wrist, just to hungrily feel Diluc's chest over his shirt.]
[ if this were anybody else he'd knock them on their ass for backing him into a corner, but it's kaeya and, his or not, he trusts him. stupid, perhaps, but it's just how it is. ] Just because you can play a chord, Pavo, doesn't mean you're a musician. [ aka lucky similarity. ]
[ all the touching to his chest does prompt him to squirm, face twisting into something that screams he's uncomfortable, but he keeps his mouth shut... at least until a breathless moan escapes him. if kaeya ends up ripping open his shirt, then he'll be greeted by an enormous tattoo and dozens of scars. ]
Re: Day 45, late night
Re: Day 45, late night
Hah. I can play you like a harp. ♥
Re: Day 45, late night
[ all the touching to his chest does prompt him to squirm, face twisting into something that screams he's uncomfortable, but he keeps his mouth shut... at least until a breathless moan escapes him. if kaeya ends up ripping open his shirt, then he'll be greeted by an enormous tattoo and dozens of scars. ]