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he shouldn’t find it so attractive that both his partners hadn’t bothered to take their gloves off.

it’s…a lot at the same time. hands feeling along his thighs, cupping his length, lips marking his collarbone and neck.

dainsleif is more confident, familiar, touching in all the right places; he knows diluc’s body well. albedo is methodical, almost clinical, experimenting to see what diluc likes and dislikes.

“open,” albedo murmurs as he rubs a thumb across diluc’s lips. he obeys, taking the slender digits into his mouth with a groan and coating them generously with spit.

“good boy,” albedo says in a monotonous tone, pressing a thumb down against diluc’s tongue. despite the lack of emotion, it still sends arousal straight to his groin.

“show him how good you truly are,” dainsleif says, pressing an encouraging kiss to the side of diluc’s jaw. he’s clearly worked up, pants strained and damp with lust, but he’s withholding his desire for diluc’s.