By: shilaimu
Diluc had met the bard when he was out to look for a lost delivery, and having nothing else to do, Venti decided to tag along. They had already finished their business and were on the way back to Mondstadt when the weather decided it was time for some sudden downpour, taking them by surprise. Luckily enough, they found some abandoned houses in the area, one of which was still intact enough to let them take shelter from the rain.
Once they'd gotten in, Venti's coat was pretty drenched, so he took it off to put it aside. It did do an okay job at protecting him from the rain and his remaining clothes weren't completely soaked, but they'd still gotten quite wet. He sighed, tucked a loose strand of wet hair behind his ear and began to remove his corset as well. He contemplated using the wind to dry himself quickly, but he feared that the house would simply collapse. Also... he was very aware of a certain pair eyes watching him very closely.
No matter how hard he tried, Diluc couldn't look away. The white fabric of Venti's blouse was completely see-through and stuck to the bard's chest, his pink nipples shining through. Diluc thought that he must feel a little cold, because they'd hardened beneath the translucent material. He licked his lips, temporarily lost in his thoughts, images of tugging and pinching at the little buds running through his mind, and Venti's expression when he'd let out those sweet little moans—
When he finally realized he was staring and tried to avert his eyes, he ended up meeting Venti's gaze instead. Venti lowered his eyelids, lips creeping up into a knowing smirk, but before he could say anything, Diluc coughed, "There's some wood here, I'll light up that fireplace."
Diluc turned around, not seeing the way the god broke into a smile as he decided to see where this would go, the tacky feeling of his wet clothes quickly forgotten. He replied in his usual, easygoing tone, "Sure, sure, thanks to you Master Diluc."
He sat on the floor waited for Diluc to finish lighting the fire. The downpour outside slowly turned into a storm, flashes of light occasionally lighting up the inside of the room. Diluc turned back to him as he spoke, "It'll get colder, sit closer to the fire."
"Hmmm," Venti hummed. It was impossible to not notice Diluc's poor attempt at not staring at his chest, and the failure of said attempt.
After taking off his coat, Diluc laid it on the ground. The inside of it was still dry, and it would prevent any dirt from sticking to Venti's white tights. Venti smiled, "Master Diluc is so considerate."
Diluc didn't reply, only waiting for Venti to sit down. However, the bard approached him instead, lifting his head up as he stood in front of the taller man. He spoke with amusement, "Is everything alright? You seem a little distracted."
With Venti looking up at him like this, his right hand touching his arm and his face obviously faking a worried expression, Diluc decided to just give it up. He'd tried. He didn't want to do this here, outside, in some random shack that they found. He should've known that Venti wouldn't really mind.
"Sit down," Diluc instructed, voice suddenly very stern. He waited until Venti had found his place on Diluc's coat before he sat right behind him, legs stretching out on either side of Venti's body. Diluc hugged him from behind, arms wrapped around that small waist, pulling Venti a little closer and pressing his forehead into the smaller man's shoulder. Letting out a desperate sigh, Diluc ran his gloved hands up Venti's torso while softly kissing that beautiful, slender neck. Venti sighed and relaxed his muscles, comfortably resting against Diluc as those gloved hands finally made it to his chest.
Since he was much smaller than Diluc, Venti fit perfectly in this position, his head only barely reaching Diluc's chin. Diluc started to lightly drag his clothed fingers over both nubs, watching closely, pressing the wet fabric against them. Venti let out a whine, biting his lip as Diluc continued this movement, fingers sliding over his nipples again and again, up and down. The texture of Diluc's gloves seemed a little rough, but through the thin fabric, Venti didn't feel it directly. The wet blouse felt a little cold but not unpleasant, and Diluc's movement left him craving for more friction, made him lean into the touch.
