[And drive him out of his mind he does, since he knows Diluc's body well enough to press in just the right way. He arches up into Tighnari, one hand clinging tightly to the blankets beneath him while the other buries itself into Tighnari's hair. Every point of contact between them is warm and perfect and electric. Words escape him, his pleas for more instead coming in sighs and breathless moans.
no subject
When asked if he's ready, he nods.]
Please, Nari.