[ oh tighnari remembers it well, absolutely - when diluc changed, when he withdrew. that sweet, kind young man is still in there, he thinks, tighnari sees it sometimes in diluc's rare smiles and soft words; tighnari would never abandon him for his distance. he's loyal, and understanding, and content with what they have built.
it's also a very convenient way to blow off steam, isn't it?
with a hum, tighnari presses into the kiss, eager for more of it, for diluc's familiar taste. it's a deep kiss, good in a way that grabs him by the gut and squeezes, and it isn't long before tighnari's hands are seeking beneath diluc's shirt, shoving up, the fabric rucking around his wrists as his padded palms and fingertips glide over hot skin. ]
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it's also a very convenient way to blow off steam, isn't it?
with a hum, tighnari presses into the kiss, eager for more of it, for diluc's familiar taste. it's a deep kiss, good in a way that grabs him by the gut and squeezes, and it isn't long before tighnari's hands are seeking beneath diluc's shirt, shoving up, the fabric rucking around his wrists as his padded palms and fingertips glide over hot skin. ]