It had been quite a long night.
Diluc and Venti needed the rest, truthfully... but it was difficult. Despite the fatigue rattling their bodies, it took a fair bit of pillow talk to finally succumb to a deep sleep.
Truthfully, it was Diluc that needed the rest. His muscles had been run ragged with fatigue, after all. It would be the young bard who stirs first, greedily tugging the sheets further off of Diluc's body for his own comfort. It keeps him warm as the rain continues to patter against the windows nearest to the bed, sending a cold chill throughout the estate that could not be escaped. Venti claimed Diluc's bed as his many times in the past, but tonight... not even the heat of his body could keep him from getting cold.
Groggily, the boy rolls back into his slumbering lover, half asleep and just nuzzling into his chest. Subconsciously, Diluc's strong arm wraps around him almost immediately after. Through blurry, tired eyes, he looks up to see if Diluc, too, has awakened – fortunately, he would still be sound asleep.
It is difficult for him to ignore how peaceful he was. How pretty his lashes looked shut and still, that red hair tamed and sprawled underneath him, and those soft, pink lips? That is unforgivable. Without a single bit of hesitation, Venti's lips pressed to Diluc's. Soft, ghosting... a reward from an archon long gone for Diluc's noble deeds tonight in pleasuring him.
The peck is chaste, for the most part; far more chaste than the ones still fresh on his tiers. Venti lays back down against Diluc's frame, two puzzle pieces melded together when they seemingly shouldn't be . Where Venti was soft, Diluc was hard. Where Diluci was withdrawn, Venti encouraged him to open up. They go toe to toe in many things, but the love of the city brought them together.
He should be resting. He knows it, but laying here makes him feel sentimental. It allows him to appreciate the warmth Diluc offers when he isn't too exhausted to notice. The stillness of the bed provides a bit of restlessness, however.
A touch of Diluc's stomach here, a spare kiss to the top of his collarbone there. Venti may still be shaking the cobwebs away, but... his mind starts thinking about their night together. It was far from the first or the dirtiest – but making the bed theirs for the evening lingers in his mind.
Idly, Venti's hand moves from resting at Diluc's stomach downward. The warmth wasn't enough; instead, his hand wanted to settle at the swell of Diluc's sac. His balls fit perfectly in his tiny palm, and with how hot and full they are, it allows him to feel a sense of satisfaction of resting there with him. A win-win, really.
But, Venti would be a fool if he believed that would ever be enough.
Diluc stirs enough to perk Venti's eyebrow curiously. Did he feel him even in his sleep? Part of Venti felt a bit selfish. Touching him in this way, wishing that Diluc was dreaming of him. Did it make him roll over in frustration? No. It makes those idle touches to his balls tighten a bit, fingers tracing back up to instead feel the stiffening of his shaft.
"Oh... hehe... look at that..." Venti whispers to himself, pleased knowing that he can do something so powerful to the man. To awaken him even when he slumbers. There's something undeniably dubious about this, but one look up and Venti's eyes soften. Diluc looks so... calm, so satisfied. The twitch of his brow, the tighten of his lips... Venti can feel Diluc's cock begin to twitch.
What a fair sight, to see Master Diluc in such a beautiful light...
There's a tension in Venti's stomach as he begins to awaken further himself. He wants to keep touching, to turn finger light traces to a forceful grip for his own selfish reasons too. From admiring how Diluc looks toeing the line in and out of consciousness, Venti looks down between them – to the hand that begins to work against his stiffness he had played with so much the day prior.
