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good boys eat well. good boys finish their food.

i also think about kaeya riding diluc slowly while blindfolded and hands bound above his head. slaps his face if he tried to move his hips. kaeya purrs, tells him he's such a good boy. makes him bust. holds himself right above his face, slots his pussy over his lips and makes him eat their mixed cum

i'm only half-joking. only

torn between clumsy first time and noncon

kaeya gives, eventually. boneless. he's fully spent, halfway conscious. diluc pushes in to the deepest. he repeats. kaeya's too tired to cry.

he keeps himself in. kaeya squeezes. diluc drives his hips forward. he flails. he holds him tight. kaeya pushes at him. he gasps against his ear. scratches at his back. diluc presses his tongue behind his ear. he pulls and push. kaeya squeezes. he cries. you can take one more, he whispers.

he would indulge in him lesser than kaeya wants, insert himself gentler than he expects, and watch the way his eyes roll back into his head. diluc obsesses with counting his breaths, his whines, his pleas, his gasps, his moans.

he would watch the way kaeya slowly loses his self-control, his tightly bound parameters unwinding in his fingertips, his eye, bright and unwavering now glazed with lust and desperation. he would feel his hands bury in his hair, his little gasps of his name, laced in whining and begging.

his face flushes deeper when he feels more than hears diluc's laugh against his trapped pussy. it reveberates, before his tongue presses into his hole again.

"good boy."