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There was just something about your tanned skin that Diluc was absolutely enamoured by.

... How he adores that when simply moving around, as either sleeve of yours slightly folds and unveils the lighter complexion within the fabric, the mere implication drives Diluc into a wall (and the literal wall of the tavern in those rare nights of desperation,) that the memories of your bare body in those faithful encounters resurface... Memories of the nights when you layed together in his bedroom, exchanging pent-up passion.

He could still recall the familiar, sinful sight as if it'd merely happened yesterday; that as you undressed, Diluc begged the archons to have mercy for him and his palpitating heart. He could've sworn he'd cave in simply from your transparent, yearning gaze.

You knew well what a mere stare does to Diluc— knew that even when offering your body, Diluc would instead lose himself within your lidded eyes. That from the display of pure lust within them, Diluc wouldn't help but be lured in and only fall further.

It was no wonder he found himself falling in love with those nights, wondering when you'll be able to meet again. Since your rendezvous were few and far between, Diluc would savor and take the time to appreciate every surface on your beautiful skin when given the chance, caressing and engulfing your intoxicating scent.

Embarrassingly (yet also unsurprisingly) enough, Diluc would be breathless after simple foreplay, that when he's finally allowed entrance, he would dare say he's been welcomed to the gates of Celestia with how heavenly his beloved embraces him with every thrust...

It was nothing short of addicting; the way you would sigh out his name, how your warmth would generously envelope Diluc's, the way you'd touch him as your eyes tantalisingly gaze upon his bare body...

The memories prompt Diluc to unnecessarily grip the cloth he's been using to clean the same surface over and over. Luckily, the bar had already closed for the better part of the night, and there were no one to see him being so mindless with his work.

Diluc, agitated, sighs through the silence of it all, now looking down at the self-inflicted problem arising within his pants. He has dealt with this many times, although he still can't help the red humiliation that arouses whenever he touches himself to such indecent thoughts.

Mindlessly taking a chair just of reach, the loud scrape of it's legs reverberates almost as loud as Diluc's need to relieve himself.

... Having just slid his pants barely under his knees, Diluc then closes his eyes, now sliding a hand under the bindings of his underwear with a satisfied groan. That with a languid caress of his own hand, Diluc imagines you instead of his own rough hand, sensually taking his cock inside your gentle, velvety mouth with those captivating eyes.

If Diluc wasn't necessarily delirious before that moment, he most deifinitely was now, because fuck, he was already so close from a single touch.

Though he only continues stroking, desperate, as if to satiate his sudden carnal desire; pure, wanton need shattering through the gentlemanly exterior he so achingly tried to keep up around you.

You were the only man that could deprave Diluc into such a shameless and obscene mess, mumbling absolutely foul confessions as if you were actually in his presence.

Diluc has become lightheaded and irrational at that point, head hung back from the rest of the wooden seat. He's barely grasped the fact that he's already towards the end, dazed from his own hand's frenzied strokes. Envisioning a similarly salacious man under himself only incited a far more quick pace; your face, lips and hands... Oh, how you'd look absolutely divine when Diluc truly comes inside of your mouth— he'd imagine every bit of you chasing his orgasm as much as the he was...

And like that, Diluc stills with his hips bucking against his firm fingers, cum now staining the newly mopped floor.

... He could always clean later.