By: MoonshineOnYou
If anything, Diluc could have opted to choose an entirely different job but ever since he was accepted into this, the pay is good, the office hours are good—heck, even the company is good but... The person who he's managing currently? Not exactly good nor bad but...
"Diluc~ can you get me a venti sized latte?" He giggles, twirling around in his seat for the stylists to flinch and panic as they get back to working his appearance.
This is Venti. The specific individual Diluc is currently fussing about. He's an idol, a solo artist who travels around the world to sing, dance and entertain people—from performing live on stage to hosting TV talks with some other friends, he's got it all.
And Diluc? As someone who tags along, he's in charge of monitoring every single item on the list. Truth be told, he finds it hassling, tiring—quite annoying since he just wanted something quiet and within his space.
Taking the job opportunity wasn't entirely a mistake though. Why?
Simple.
Diluc has a thing for the idol and not just any thing but he has genuine feelings for him and Venti knows. Most of the time he gets teased but more often than not, Venti cares that Diluc cares.
A duo, a pair and a bond between them that couldn't break and every once in a while, they do fight and argue—giving each other dramatic silent treatments until the other apologizes first. Most of the time it's Venti who apologizes first and ever since that one fateful day after his one show, they became more than just a thing.
Lovers.
It's a secret only they hold to themselves and a few close accomplices. Of course it'd be a slight scandal if news broke out to the world that he was dating another man but never mind that. Every night, after their show—Diluc gives him nice long baths, massaging his head as shampoo bubbles up and Venti dozes off. He's given the most comfortable clothes—way too big for his petite body then he's lead to a wonderful king sized bed for both of them to share but most of the time, Diluc sleeps later than Venti, having to organize everything in advanced.
Being a manager for this particular idol is quite hard though. Why? Well—
"Just relax and let me do all the work for you" Venti says, pushing Diluc down against the bed as he swiftly removes his costume—discarding all the glittery accessories and dropping it off the side of the bed.
"Venti, you have a show in two days. Tomorrow is a rehearsal—we need to make sure you're in top condition and—" he feels a rough grind against his ever growing hard-on.
Venti frowns, taking one of the laces from his clothing and restrains both of Diluc's hands. "You're so bossy sometimes" he says, positioning the latter's arms over his head.
"Venti I swear—"
He whines, taking another long piece of cloth and tied it on his lover's mouth. Despite the aggression and the reluctance, Venti manages to get through but he didn't like the glaring so before continuing anything more—he takes one last piece of clothing from his costume and covers his manager's eyes—therefore removing his sense of sight.
Diluc tries to word out muffled retorts but nothing comes across as Venti licks his lips—unbuttoning his top with nimble fingers then leaning and hugging the massive expanse of skin. He's built and he likes it—licking his pectorals and tracing the shape of his abs, his stomach then his belly button.
"Diluc, you should try being an idol. A lot of girls would like you and your bod"
The man underneath him squirms, fidgeting as Venti merely giggles. He continues tracing, drawing circles around his nipples—feeling a sudden heave of breath as something moves underneath his well planted ass.
