#delicious!!!!!!!!

WHAAAAAT i mean……

cuddling on your bed and chatting casually. he vents about his dad pissing him off and you talk about who is fighting with who on the soccer team.

laying your head in his lap and letting travis play with your hair, maybe even pressing a playful kiss to his jean-clad thigh when he says something particularly sweet. pretending not to notice the obvious tent under your head.

the cassette playing a faint song in the background as you adjust, laying next to each other in the bed. you face one another, still fully clothed, content to talk the night away. the longer you ramble the more he seems to fidget, not as subtle as he thinks.

so you give in and poke his leg with your foot. he thinks it’s innocent at first before it rides higher, prodding at his jeans. travis goes red and tries to mutter some cute little apology.

you’ve both decided to save your first time for later, for something special. so travis says not to worry about it, that it’s just his stupid body.

but he can still get off without having sex, right? it would be cruel to leave the poor boy like this all night.

and with some encouraging words travis will bashfully give in, pulling his cock free from his jeans. it’s already leaking slightly just from the teasing, giving a gentle throb in the exposed air.

you watch dutifully as he strokes himself, slow and languid. travis doesn’t want to embarrass himself and finish too quickly, especially with the way you seem so focused, eyes lidded as you commit the moment to memory: filing away the grip of his hand, the bulge of his veins, the exact pace he likes.

“are you..” travis stammers, unsure how to say this without being crude. “did you want to..?”

His chest is flush against your back, both his arms at your side in an almost- embrace, his calloused hands on top of the back of your inexperienced ones. The cue may be in your hands, but it’s ultimately Diluc’s with how he’s guiding you directly, moving the pole back and forth, trying to get you into the right position. Your breath hitches with the intimacy. you could the rise and fall of his chest, and the vibrations from his throat as he instructs you what to do and what to adjust, you feel his arms flex the slightest bit on your own arms, was that on purpose?

“Now take a deep breath.” He says, in an almost-whisper right next to your ear, nearly side-eyeing him. You take a deep breath with him as he moves your forearm forward in one swift motion, hitting the white ball.

CLACK!

The balls disperse in somewhat of a graceful motion, both of you getting up to move into another position. His eyes scanning the table, analyzing how well you did.

“Not a bad start, but you could do better.”

“Excuse me? I wasn’t controlling the cue that time Mr. Casino-man”

“I mean, if you were less tense about it, you would have done better.” He leaves the pool cue lying on the table as his hands snake around your waist, hugging you from behind, his head resting on your shoulder, taking in what’s left of your perfume on your dress.

“Tense? maybe consider you aren’t a really good teacher, Mr. Ragnvindr.” You mock, rolling your eyes and facing him next to you. rubbing circles on his forearms with your thumb, your eyes meet his ruby ones. You swear you could see a playful glint in them.

He smirks, crossing his arms “Oh really? Then how is it that your still red in the face after all that my love?” He chuckles.

Oh shit, I’m really in for it now.

A/D IDK IF THIS IS OOC OR NOT BUT IM DOWN BAD FOR CASINO OWNER MAN DILUC AAAAAAA PLS-

IM SORRY FOR HOARDING THIS BUT I LOVE IT SO MUCH????