"You have no idea," Venti gasps breathlessly between two kisses, his brain trying to catch up with the pace of Diluc's hands on his body, fingertips quick to unbutton his blouse, "how much I missed this."
Diluc just grumbles his reply and indulges more in those kisses that taste sweeter than grape juice while he presses Venti's smaller form more firmly against the back of the wall of Angel's Share's storage room.
It's dark and dusty but neither minds, their hunger for each other resembling in the way their hands are moving, Venti clinging onto Diluc as he hops him on the wine barrel, legs around the red heads waist.
"Master Diluc, you can't wait till we're home?" Venti sing songs until Diluc shuts him up immediately by crashing his lips on his own and Venti moans as two fingers find a nipple and pinch down hard. Diluc finding out about Venti's masochistic yet exhibitionistic tendencies had been more of a coincidence, but he doesn't mind.
"If you could have restrained yourself from teasing me all night long from in front of the counter, looking like that and looking at me and licking along your glass when noone was looking, I might have" Diluc just murmurs, one hand between Venti's legs.
"Oh, what are you going to do to me now?" Venti playfully replies, pretending to be clueless.
"Well," Diluc leans in to purr into Venti's ear as his hand rubs steadily over Venti's growing arousal over the little pants in the innocent white tights, "we'll see, shall we?"
Venti smirks, "of course, Master Diluc
