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Amazing as it had been, and that wasn't an understatement at all, Diluc was feeling full as could be, and yet he couldn't have been more thrilled to find that the night wasn't over. Bold of him, perhaps, to have invited him back to the Winery. It isn't Goro's first time here and it won't be his last, surely, but Diluc has some idea of the implications. And yet, he doesn't mind. Even when his gaze strays, even when his cheeks get a bit pink at the offer, the implications are worth it if it means stealing some more time in his company.
Having left the other man to take a seat wherever he liked in the living area, Diluc was knelt on the floor, fishing logs into the fire and prodding at them with a perfectly mundane poker rather than risk burning the entire building down with his Vision.
He was offered a seat, but he chose to stroll around the room instead while Diluc fussed over the fireplace. He understands well enough the implications of being here. He isn't particularly tied down to any path the night should take...is what an ideal akechi in an ideal world would say.
"Don't be so sure just yet," he chimes in, inspecting a still-life painting of grapes (because of course Diluc would have that), "the night's still young, and we have plenty more choices to make." he peers over at Diluc. "How are we doing over there?"
There they are. The butterflies in the pit of his stomach that give him pause, make him feel like fool for melting in the face of Goro's words, and yet he's melting all the same. Diluc considers the idea that he's glad his back is turned, but even when he rises to his feet, even when he turns on his heel to look at Goro, he's smile. He's smiling more than he usually does, and it isn't a business smile. It's young, it's foolish, it's butterflies, and it's genuine.
Diluc thought that maybe, just maybe, he'd like to make more choices with Goro.
"Oh-- Gods, you haven't seen that one before, have you?" There was a slight wince as his eyes slip toward the still-life painting of grapes on the wall, settling himself on the sofa by the fire, one leg hooked casually over the other. Easily, his gaze left the painting and observed Goro instead as though he were the most interested thing in the room. And he was. Most easily. "The walls looked too bare, but we couldn't afford anything spectacular at the beginning. I'd nearly forgotten about it. Come join me."
As invited, he helps himself near Diluc, tempering the excitement that he knows comes with these types of rituals. He keeps his hands to himself (for the time being) and merely takes to letting his eyes roam over that handsome expanse of man and suit. The scene is breathtaking -- and that not counting Akechi's physical attraction.
In the same vein, Diluc can't keep his eyes off of Akechi, following the line of him as he stands over him, as he sits by his side. He's always been a lovely sight to take in, but it's somehow all the more hypnotizing tonight from the perfectly tailored suit to the way the light flickering in the fireplace captured the whole of him.
There are tingles the moment he feels Akechi's hand over his and Diluc's gaze doesn't leave his for even a second as his thumb brushes gently across the surface of that hand, turning, touching, exploring.
A part of him is nervous. There have been changes in Goro's life and he doesn't wish to overstep. He doesn't wish to risk what they have. And yet, Goro keeps looking at him like that and he--
He leans forward, he presses his lips against his. Briefly, lightly, a small gesture, almost a timid ghost of a gesture. A taste before he pulls back, his gaze low and his lips parted. "Is this?" he whispers in return.
It's the sweetest little kiss; Diluc's lips are so soft. Akechi closes his eyes throughout and once they part he gasps a little, despite himself.
it's the first time he's kissing someone else, which adds to the overwhelm. this is really happening, he thinks. but that's a line of thought he wants to follow any other day but this one. there will be time to talk later.
for now, he can't find himself answering with words; he just leans back in, catching Diluc's bottom lip delicately between his, just as timid, just as measured.
His nerves grow, but they're different then. They're excited little wisps flitting about inside of him as his heart pounds all the more quickly. Diluc doesn't need words. Goro's response is an answer in and of itself and he doesn't think he's ready to question it, to make him think twice.
He doesn't know if that is kind or selfish.
Tentative a gesture it may be, it's soft. Sweet. And Diluc is beginning to sink too far into that kiss to even contemplate the simple thought of how nice it is to feel wanted.
His hand drifts from Goro's, traveling lightly up the length of his arm until his fingers are able to brush across his jawline throughout until they find rest there against his skin. Distractedly, he shifts toward him, angling his face all the more comfortably as one foot leaves the floor and he starts to sink back into the sofa's pillows.
he can see that diluc is getting a little bolder with his actions, so he gives himself permission to do the same; he presses even closer, fingers curling against the man's chest as he drinks him deep, and they seem to stay like that for a while, simply exploring with this new tool they have between them. diluc has a different pattern of kissing, akechi notes, and the spontaneity of that is exhilerating.
while he doesnt classify diluc as the type to easily yield, the man seems content with letting akechi overpower him a little -- and akechi does, gently pinning him against the cushions. he only breaks the kiss to begin nipping at the sensitive skin just under diluc's ear.
he should probably ask him how far he'd like to go, just in case. they're nearing the plunge, however deep that plunge is, and there's no point in pretending they're not.
Younger though Akechi may be, there is no question that he is bolder. But at some point, Diluc's nerves begin to melt away, making way instead for eagerness and anticipation. His hands still explore with an amount of care and caution, but they explore, nonetheless, his fingers curling loosely into Akechi's brown locks. The last time he's done something like this feels like a lifetime ago when he was younger, when there were still high hopes for him, when he was still disillusioned with the Knights of Favonius, when he still had the love of a father. Truth be told, he hadn't pictured himself in a position quite like this one again, and yet here he was.
He'd long since decided that he very much likes kissing Goro Akechi.
With the kiss broken, a soft gasp escapes his lips as his crimson eyes blink open, head rolling to the side, giving Goro plenty access while Diluc's hands started to wander again and while they have a new destination in mind, his fingers can't help but drift across what bare skin he can find on the way.
Gently, he slides his hands beneath that perfect black suit jacket he'd turned up in, his fingers melting into the feeling of that satin dress shirt as he stops thinking quite so much and succumbs simply to the urge to explore. His hands curl into Goro's jacket with every intention of guiding him out of it.
he thinks he's gathered what diluc wants to do by now; he wants to map out this new territory. who's to stop him? akechi certainly won't so he very compliantly lets himself be shed of the jacket--and any other garment diluc wishes to remove-- and simply sits pretty, letting the process take over. occasionally if diluc's hand strays close to his mouth, he'll clasp it and kiss it.
akechi is by no means a bastion of masculinity, but he isn't physically undefined, either. similarly, he's appreciative of the discipline people put into sculpting their bodies. diluc is no exception. even without needing to look at him bare, he knows (has known since the game) that diluc has the body of a warrior. and what he wouldn't do to be dominating that.
The jacket goes quickly enough and as wonderful as Goro looks in that dress shirt, Diluc makes fairly quick work of that as well, though there is a touch of self control there as he's careful with the buttons. The excitement of anticipation, perhaps, but once he's been shed of those garments, his hands are on him, warmth touching warmth as they glide across his pale skin. He lets his hands travel as though to draw a map. His skin was soft, his a body not terribly hardened by battle the way that Diluc's had long since been, but he is defined and he is beautiful, his crimson eyes simply taking in the sight of him. Lips parting, he can't help but lean forward, lips gently peppering kisses along his stomach.
Only when he feels the softness of Goro's on his fingers does he look up, tilting his chin upward so that he can gently nip at his lower lip. But then he pauses, drawing back just enough to look at him, to hesitate.
"I've never been with a man before," he admits softly. Suddenly, as though the sight of Goro staring at him draws his vulnerabilities out of him, as though the realization of where they both know they were headed sinks in and he's-- he's nervous.
he handles akechi very delicately, almost reverentially, down to the small kisses he leaves on his body. it's very sweet, and very unlike how he is in public. Where akechi is known for a smile HD, diluc is all stoicism and order. the contrast attractive as hell, naturally.
he feels diluc's hesitation before he even opens his eyes. the man admits his lack of practice, with visible embarrassment. akechi had been wondering whether he'd been intimate with men before -- most men wouldn't be.
"alright. it's okay," he strokes the side of diluc's face, "this just means that we'll be working at your comfort." he pulls him in, holding him. "what sounds good, that you'd like me to do for you?"
In some ways, he doesn't feel like himself, but those closest to him may have argued that the Diluc Ragnvindr who went about his day to day business with a strange picture of gentlemanly stoicism on his face is simply a shadow of who he could have become. There is order, there is control, but the loneliness that came with it, the unwillingness to let others in, the distrust--
He had never meant for that.
And yet, Goro manages to sink into his skin in what feels in that moment like every good way possible. His smile is brilliant. He's a perfect gentleman when he needs to be. He's light, he's upbeat, he's intelligent, he's devastatingly beautiful, and even as Diluc confesses his vulnerabilities, Goro is gentle and he's understanding.
And he's ... gods, he's all of the complexities of the opposite. An endless puzzle.
"Why don't we start with these suffocating layers?" His hand reaches for his own tie now, tugging it loose with ease, and against Goro's bare skin, they really have never felt quite so suffocating. "As for the rest," he continues, pulling the tie free and letting it drop to the floor as his hand dips now toward the buttons that keep his white waistcoat clung to him. "If you'll guide me, Goro ... I'd like to explore with you. I trust you. And I hope you'll trust me to tell you if it's too much."
he doesn't know why the trust thing surprises him as much as it does, but he nods, smiling something quick and sharp. "of course. leave it to me."
He gently pries Diluc's hands away from the buttons and undoes them himself, with greater care than warranted any other time, then carefully places the garment on the armrest. he does this with the handsome top, also, and finally gets off him to take the trousers off completely.
then he sits back down, studying him greedily, like a test could be out at any minute. he brushes a thumb across a nipple. "You're so..." he shakes his head, "you're amazing, but I'm thinking of a better way to articulate it."
While his garments are made quick work of largely by Akechi's hands, Diluc takes care with the red orb at his waist, reaching to set it aside. It feels like a true test of trust. Or a true act of foolishness, but for the sake of the night, for the sake of freeing himself a bit, for the sake of the fine specimen above him, he pushes the thought to the back of his mind.
Diluc finds himself there, laid bare before him and it should almost feel nerve-wracking, but it doesn't. Maybe it's the look on Goro's face as he looks down at him that puts him immediately at ease or maybe it's the pleasant tickle of his thumb brushing over his skin. He doesn't look the way that Goro does, his pale skin marred with scars, many of which he can't remember the origin and some of which he can pinpoint the time, the day, the faces responsible.
Sometimes there's a fire, a rage, associated with them, but he doesn't feel any semblance of that now.
Pushing up against the cushions to meet Akechi, Diluc silences him with another kiss, hands gliding down his torso to fumble with his belt, hooking his fingers beneath his waistband so that he can shed what remains between them. Diluc can feel himself growing bolder with each passing moment, wanting more and more, whether it's his signature confidence making its return or Goro's excitement melting into him like butter.
with their clothes gone and seemingly also any remaining inhibitions, he is kissing diluc feverishly, tongue tracing every corner of the man's mouth. it's hard not to be like this, when you account that diluc's erection is mere centimetres from his ass and the lust between them is as animated as an open fire. Akechi grinds down on him, sucking on his lip as he does. Then he parts with a loud pop and glares him lustfully.
"i have aloe gel that can pass for lubricant, if you're feeling particularly adventurous. You only have to lie there, and i'll take care of everything."
The world around him has melted away as he pours all of his focus into this beautiful, lustful creature whose body moves in a way that says he's more than just an expert in the realm of pleasure. Under the most normal of circumstances, Diluc is somebody who almost prides himself in his control and, when the situation calls for it, his silence and his restraint. But in that moment, amidst the sounds of their soft breaths and against the exhilaration of Goro pressing against him, a small moan manages to sneak its way out into the open air.
Goro pulls back just enough, Diluc's lips chasing his with a quiet gasp and even as he listens, he can't seem to resist pressing his teeth into the side of his jaw, nipping and sucking lightly until there is a blossoming red mark. Crimson eyes blinking back up to meet Goro's as his words sink in, his heart pounds all the more quickly just to be looked at as though he were prey.
And yet, he nods all the same, anticipation seeping throughout.
it's nice that, during sex, he doesn't have to act one way or another. If he's delicate, it's because sex is usually delicate, and if he's rough (if he's himself) it's because sex is usually rough. You don't have to don a mask when it's an act with the bodies.
He supposes he can be a good teacher if nothing else. He prepares himself, prepares Diluc. He does everything with deliberate care, down to when he eases himself down on Diluc, taking the whole girth of him. Then he indulges himself in watching these sensations unfold across Diluc's expression.
Their positions put him at a nice advantage. He governs the pace. He gives, deprives. He says sweet obscenities, all amusement and smug accomplishment until he's the one moaning.
He pulls closer to Diluc, nose gently bumping his cheek. Doesn't move much other than that, more cognizant of the scent of Diluc's shampoo than he is of current reality. If someone told him this morning that he was going to be tearing into Diluc like a rare steak, he would have scoffed. "Now that is good dessert," he mumbles.