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It doesn’t escape Lohen’s notice how quickly Diluc locks the door to Angel’s Share once the last patron slips out the door for the night.

It’s not the first time Lohen has stayed behind to spend time with Diluc after hours, when they’re the only two left standing in the auspicious tavern—but it’s certainly a first to see Diluc look so strung up after closing.

In most normal situations, Lohen would probably prod him as to why his scowl runs deeper than usual, maybe even tease him about how a certain little Spark Knight would not hesitate to call him weird if she were to see the look on his face, but such weak pleasantries would not work on Diluc right now.

After all, the only reason why he’s barely able to contain himself at the present moment is because of Lohen.

If there’s one thing he knows about Diluc, it’s that it’s stupidly easy to rile up the man if you push his buttons a certain way.

It’s something Lohen learned very early on when he first started to know Diluc more. Perhaps it’s due to his upbringing as a noble that he gives off the impression that he has impeccable patience, but Lohen knows better. Underneath the thinly veiled pleasantries is a man with uninhibited desires that he keeps neatly under wraps—yet Lohen wants nothing more than for Diluc to let loose a bit more.

So when an opportunity presented itself when Kaeya invited Lohen and a few other knights for a round of drinks at Angel’s Share and he saw that Diluc was tending to the bar, he figured it wouldn’t hurt to see how far he could test Diluc’s patience in a public setting.

It’s not everyday that Diluc and Lohen are seen interacting so openly in front of others. The nature of their relationship isn’t exactly a secret to most of Mondstadt at this point, but the more personal details are tucked away, privy only to the ones that are actively seeing each other. It’s not as if they have anything to hide for the most part, either—it’s just easier if certain details are kept more… private.

It meant that public interactions were partial to unfolding in ways that remain unpredictable on both ends.

“Didn’t think you’d come here tonight,” Diluc said to Lohen when he approached the bar.

Diluc’s words weren’t unwarranted. Lohen was impartial to drinking, hardly partaking in it even during large gatherings and celebrations. He only accepted Kaeya’s invitation on a whim, really.

It also meant he was the perfect candidate to order everyone’s drinks throughout the night since he’d be the only one sober enough to coherently relay to Diluc what they wanted.

Lohen shrugged, giving him an easy smile. “Eh, didn’t really have anything better to do. I certainly wasn’t expecting to see you here. Thought you’d be busy with… other affairs.”

Diluc loudly cleared his throat. “I hardly know what you mean,” he said, and Lohen had to hold back a knowing laugh. Always so quick to deny his usual nighttime activities. It’s truly a wonder how some of the citizens haven’t been able to put two and two together. “So, what will it be tonight?”

“Ten servings of dandelion wine, two servings of Death After Noon, and one serving of the coldest apple cider you have to offer,” Lohen said, rattling off the drinks that Kaeya and the other knights told him to get, along with his own drink. He was content to have his own apple cider, thank you very much.

Diluc knew what he was doing when he made the recipe all those years ago. If only some knights could see the value in it. Then they wouldn’t be subjected to Lohen’s surprise ‘tests.’

“Will that be all for now?” Diluc asked, writing the order on a notepad.

From the way Diluc glanced in his direction, he seemed about ready to jump right into work mode. Lohen found it a tad bit boring, but it was to be expected—the night was still young and plenty of the usual customers had yet to filter in through the door.

All the more reason for Lohen to strike while the iron was still hot.

He hummed as if contemplating something before taking a step forward. Diluc watched him with rapt attention back then, confused—before Lohen leaned over the bar counter, just enough to look up at Diluc and make sure that the words that left his lips were heard only by him.

“I was thinking… perhaps a serving of the bartender himself?” Lohen asked in a low tone, the ghost of a smirk tugging at his lips.

Diluc sharply inhaled, his eyes widening in surprise at Lohen’s words. He opened his mouth to respond, but Lohen quickly cut him off with an amused laugh.

“Ha, just kidding!” Lohen said, straightening out his back. Diluc blinked at him, clearly dumbfounded by the events that transpired in a matter of seconds. “You should’ve seen the look on your face just now. I wish I had a kamera on hand so I could’ve captured it.”

Diluc sighed deeply after that, his eyebrow twitching with mild annoyance before it disappeared just as quickly as it appeared. Were it not for the bell jingling above Angel’s Share door, signaling the arrival of more customers, Lohen was certain he would’ve commented on his behavior. Instead, Diluc turned away, waving Lohen off with a tone that sounded a touch too rough than usual.

“Go, before I foot the tab under your name,” Diluc threatened him.

It was a really bad and empty threat, though. They both knew Diluc was going to find a way to pin the tab under Kaeya’s name by the end of the night.

Lohen only chuckled in response, giving Diluc a knowing look as he turned away.

“Whatever you say, Master Diluc.”

He didn’t even bother to stick around to see how Diluc would react to addressing him properly—Lohen didn’t drop Diluc’s title lightly. It was often reserved for moments where he wanted to rile up the man, to see what it would take to get him to crack. But Lohen felt the way Diluc’s gaze lingered on his back the whole time he made his way back to where his fellow knights were seated.

Kaeya chose the perfect spot in Angel’s Share: a large table with plenty of seats pushed in a corner on the first floor where one can still get a good look of the bar. It meant that no matter what, Diluc was within Lohen’s sight. It meant that Diluc would be able to see every little thing that unfolded.

So Lohen continued to push his luck. It first started with him removing his cape, draping it over the back of his chair. Some of the knights made comments about how rare it was to see him dress down, and Lohen swore that there was another pair of eyes on him, watching him from afar as he leaned back in his seat with an easy smile.

Then it only continued to spiral the more the knights drank their wine. Lohen was barely nursing his second glass of apple cider when he helped order their fifth round of drinks. Some of them were getting hit hard by inebriation, others already falling victim to the new special concoction that he slipped into some of their glasses. If one of them got a little too chummy with him, wrapping their arm over his shoulders and pulling him in real close as they tried to pry some personal and private information out of him, Lohen went along with it, leaning into their touch as a way of entertaining the others. Some of the answers even had the knights howling with pride and patting him on the back.

There was even an instance where Lohen leaned over the table at a certain angle to point something out to Kaeya and the knights when they engaged in a drunken game of Tabletop Troupe, and the shattering of glass could be heard from where Diluc was working behind the bar. When everyone turned their heads in the direction from where the sound came from, Lohen saw the way Diluc intentionally avoided eye contact with him even as he reassured the patrons that he was okay. He cleaned up the broken glass without a complaint.

But Lohen knew better. His proper interactions with Diluc throughout the night were limited to when he returned to the bar to put in another order of drinks at Kaeya’s behest, and every single time he noticed the tension that gradually began to take root in Diluc’s body. For most people, they would’ve believed it came from the stress of maintaining so many big orders over the course of a single night, but it couldn’t have been further from the truth.

The strain in Diluc’s voice every time Lohen cheekily put in another order was enough to tell him that he was on the verge of losing his patience, and he was more than ready to unleash it once the perfect opportunity presented itself.

Lohen’s thankful that most of the knights were none the wiser to question why he decided to stay behind as they all left that night, too drunk out of their mind to even remember their names. The only one who managed to form a coherent thought of some kind was Kaeya, though that hardly surprised Lohen. He didn’t even question Lohen, instead bidding both him and Diluc a pleasant night as he ushered the rest of the knights out of the bar.

With the late hour hanging over their heads, now it’s just Diluc and Lohen left behind in Angel’s Share.

The moment the lock clicks into place, everything begins to fall into motion.

Lohen is the first to speak up.

“Quite the busy night, don’t you think?” he asks, letting out an amused huff. He leans against one of the wooden beams, holding his third glass of apple cider that he managed to order right before the tavern began to close up for the night. From the corner of his eye, he watches Diluc slowly move away from the door, turning his back away from Lohen. It’s as if he’s intentionally trying to not pay too much attention to him; though they both know Diluc has kept his eyes on him the whole night, even if he wouldn’t outright admit it. Diluc is far from subtle at times.

Lohen tries not to smirk, lifting his glass up to his lips before taking a small sip of his drink. It’s chilled to perfection—just the way he likes it.

He glances back in Diluc’s direction. He’s already moving to another part of the tavern, gathering up some of the empty glasses that several of the patrons left behind. Now that Lohen is getting a better and proper look at Diluc, he notices that he’s not wearing his usual attire. If memory serves him correctly, it’s some old ceremonial garb that Diluc mentioned he personally modified for battle. His hair is also tied up higher than usual.

To say he looks good is an understatement. Lohen can hardly contain the anticipation thrumming through his veins.

“You think so? I could hardly tell,” Diluc finally answers—though it’s a noncommittal one at best.

This is the game that Lohen likes playing the most with Diluc: seeing how long it takes before the gentlemanly facade begins to crumble and he gives in to those desires he desperately tries to keep at bay. Judging from the way Diluc is gathering empty glasses together and placing them on a table closest to the bar, Lohen surmises that they’re inching dangerously close to the edge.

“Just another night at the bar for you then?” Lohen asks.

Several glasses clink together. A chair is pushed back into place, wooden legs dragging across the floor. A singular pair of footsteps walks around the tavern with practiced ease, each step against the wooden boards beating in tandem with Lohen’s heart.

Diluc lets out a low hum.

“You could say that.”

Lohen closes his eyes. It doesn’t escape his notice how Diluc is intentionally avoiding him, barely walking near his personal bubble. He takes a long sip of his apple cider, downing the rest of the drink in one go.

He lets out a satisfied sigh, licking his lips as he cradles his empty glass in the palm of his hand.

“Are you sure? Something tells me that you were a little… distracted earlier.”

There’s a stutter in Diluc’s steps that has Lohen forcing himself to hold back an amused laugh.

He’s been keeping mental notes on everything that Diluc has been cleaning up. All the empty glasses have been gathered, and every bench and chair has been nearly pushed back into place. He’s been efficient and meticulous—but there’s one glaring spot he has yet to clean up, and Lohen knows he can’t avoid it forever.

It’s not long before those familiar footsteps begin to approach Lohen, slow and deliberate, almost as if trying to gauge the situation. Lohen keeps his body relaxed, adjusting his posture even as an imposing presence encroaches closer and closer with each second.

When he opens his eyes, Diluc is standing in front of him, prying the empty glass out of his hand. Lohen lets him take it—but rather than walking away to place it with the other ones he gathered, Diluc instead reaches over to place it on a nearby table, close to where they’re both standing.

Lohen tilts his head to the side, flashing Diluc a small smile. Diluc is eyeing him warily, but the expression on his face is nearly indecipherable. It’s just the way Lohen likes it. There’s nothing he likes more than seeing Diluc struggle to pin down his true feelings, stuck between following his heart or continuing to wait to see how things will unfold.

“It’s rather hard to remain focused when a certain someone is displaying himself so openly where I can see him,” Diluc says after a moment, his voice dripping with barely contained frustration and a hint of desperation. Lohen tries not to smirk.

There we go.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he says, feigning ignorance as he leans back against the wooden beam. Diluc’s eyes are on him the whole time, watching his every move.

“Don’t play coy with me. I saw the way you were acting all night.”

“You make it sound as if I committed some grave crime! I’m hurt.” He pouts. “I was just engaging in some… team-bonding activities with my fellow knights. Doesn’t hurt to build camaraderie, y’know?”

It happens in a mere second, but Lohen manages to catch it—the dangerous glint that flashes in Diluc’s eyes at the mention of the knights. It’s no secret that Diluc’s feelings towards the knights are complicated, but Lohen isn’t daft. Whatever personal grievances he might have don’t hold any weight in the current moment, not when Lohen was intentionally acting a certain way around them just to capture Diluc’s attention.

And all Diluc could do throughout the night—prim, noble Diluc Ragnvindr—was watch from afar as Lohen constantly presented himself to him.

“I can’t even begin to fathom how the knights managed to wrangle someone like you into their ranks.”

“And what are you going to do about it, Master Diluc? I thought matters related to the knights were hardly your thing,” Lohen says, letting out a small chuckle. He slowly looks up at Diluc, eyeing the man from beneath his lashes before giving him a sultry smile. “Surely you aren’t going to… punish me?”

The sharp inhale that Diluc takes is far from subtle. Lohen can see it—the way Diluc’s pupils dilate as they lock eyes, clearly intrigued by his words. But judging from the way he’s trying to keep his composure, even leaning away from Lohen, it’s clear that he’s still trying to hold himself back. Lohen nearly clicks his tongue. That certainly won’t do.

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

Diluc tries to put some distance between them, but Lohen is quicker. He’s reaching up, slipping his finger in the little crevice where there’s the tiniest bit of skin exposed before his finger hooks around Diluc’s choker. He barely has any time to react before Lohen is pulling hard, forcing Diluc down to his height.

Diluc nearly slams his forearm on the wooden beam to regain his balance, placing it right above Lohen’s head. His eyes are wide with surprise, and Lohen thinks it’s a good look for him. Hardly is the esteemed Master Diluc ever thrown off guard—and lucky for him, Lohen is pretty good at keeping people on their toes.

Lohen tilts his head up ever so slightly, and like this, their noses are barely touching in the liminal space between them.

Diluc narrows his eyes.

“You—”

“Well?” Lohen raises a brow at him. His voice drops down to a whisper. “Are you going to do anything about it?”

Diluc could pull away at any moment. He could simply slip from Lohen’s grasp if he so much as desired to turn and walk away. He has that power, yet Lohen can see the uncertainty swirling in his gaze, that glimmer of hesitation in the deep red that Lohen simply can’t get enough of.

Silence stretches out between them, save for the sound of their breathing. Diluc swallows thickly.

Another beat of silence passes, then two—

And then Diluc is letting out a low chuckle, one that Lohen can feel deep in his bones. Diluc leans in ever so slightly, bumping his nose against Lohen’s. The gesture is painfully sweet, a touch too affectionate for Lohen’s liking. But it’s hard for him to comment on it, especially when he sees Diluc’s gaze darkening with a familiar emotion—one that he’s finally letting loose.

The tension seems to leave Diluc’s body as he sighs, and Lohen’s breath catches in his throat when Diluc gives him a near-predatory smile.

“For both our sakes, let’s consider this as dealing with a… personal matter.”

It’s all the warning Lohen gets before Diluc is surging forward, their lips crashing in a heated kiss.

The sound that Lohen lets out is one akin to relief. Diluc is all too prepared to capture the sound with his mouth, using his free hand to grab Lohen’s chin and tilt his head up to deepen the kiss. Lohen groans, letting go of Diluc’s choker to bury his hands in his hair, tugging him closer.

The wooden beam digs uncomfortably into Lohen’s back as Diluc presses closer, but Lohen could hardly bring himself to care, not when he’s been waiting for this all night. Diluc kisses him like a man who has deprived himself for too long, driven by nothing but pure, unadulterated want. It has Lohen feeling hot all over, knowing that he’s finally got Diluc to crack. Desire begins to take root in Lohen’s veins, flooding his body with a primal need to take everything that Diluc has to offer him.

Lohen moans in surprise when Diluc places his hands on his hips, gripping them tightly before he’s being lifted up. Lohen is quick to wrap his arms and legs around Diluc all without breaking the kiss—the way that Diluc can so easily handle him as if he weighs nothing is enough to make Lohen feel dizzy. That level of strength is always so easily reserved for using his claymore to fight against monsters, yet he’s using it on Lohen without any hints of reservation.

It doesn’t take long before Diluc places Lohen on the edge of a nearby table. Lohen hears something being knocked over but he can hardly bring himself to care when he breaks the kiss, gasping for air. Desperation and lust begin to cloud his mind as his hands immediately reach for Diluc’s belt, tugging at the metal buckles with more strength than necessary.

He laughs when Diluc leans in for another kiss, the sound bleeding into a moan when Diluc takes the chance to slip his tongue into Lohen’s mouth. It’s messy, it’s desperate, borderline animalistic, the way they kiss—almost as if they can’t get enough of each other, like they’re trying to devour each other alive.

Lohen can feel Diluc messing with the buttons on his pants, popping them out of place one by one. By the time all the buttons are undone, Lohen has managed to finally take off Diluc’s belt, tugging it out in one fell swoop before he’s precariously dropping it onto the floor, leather and metal loudly clattering against wood.

They break away from the kiss at the same time, panting harshly as a string of saliva connects their lips. Lohen feels nothing short of satisfied seeing the pure lust that has clouded Diluc’s gaze, pupils dilated as they drink in the sight before him. Lohen is certain that he already looks like a mess, and Diluc is looking no better than him.

That hardly seems to bother him though. Diluc is already onto his next move, taking a step back before he’s grabbing Lohen’s hips and tugging him forward. Lohen nearly falls off the table, almost losing his balance as he’s forced onto his feet. Diluc catches him easily, as if anticipating that this would happen. Lohen is nearly tempted to smack him, but it becomes a mere afterthought when Diluc is spinning him around and just about bends him over the table.

Lohen barely catches himself in time, roughly placing his hands on the table. It shakes from the force of his strength, and he lets out an annoyed huff.

“What are you doing—”

The words barely leave Lohen’s lips before Diluc’s hands are on him again, this time unzipping the back of his boots. Leather unfurls from his thighs, and for a brief moment, confusion takes over. Diluc unzips them just below his knees, barely enough for Lohen to actually take them off.

But then it finally hits him—Diluc isn’t trying to take those off. No, Lohen realizes all too late what his true goal is, and as much as he hates to admit it, he’s rather embarrassed by the undignified noise that escapes him when Diluc finally has the room to tug Lohen’s pants down his legs. A violent shiver runs through Lohen as his bare ass becomes exposed to the cool air. He also becomes painfully aware of how hard he is, his cock finally being freed from their constraints. His cheeks flood with heat when he hears Diluc let out a satisfied sigh behind him.

“There we go. That’s better,” Diluc murmurs.

Lohen resists the urge to let out a loud groan.

He knows where this is headed. He glances over his shoulder and spots Diluc reaching into his pocket for something. It doesn’t take long before Diluc is pulling out a familiar small bottle—and Lohen is equal parts turned on and exasperated by the fact that Diluc just seems to carry a bottle of oil on hand. It has Lohen clenching around nothing; the idea that Diluc is always prepared for these sorts of situations, even when they happen on a whim, makes him nothing short of tempting.

But even with how turned on Lohen is, his cock twitching between his legs, he can’t help but sigh in frustration. Diluc glances over at him with a knowing look, removing one of his gloves with his teeth before it falls onto the ground. Then, he’s popping the cap off the bottle, drizzling a generous amount of oil onto his fingers before spreading them evenly across his digits.

Lohen looks away.

“Of course, you and your stupid p-prep,” he manages between clenched teeth when Diluc reaches down and starts prodding at his rim with the tip of his fingers. He doesn’t press inside—not yet, at least.

“You’ll thank me later,” Diluc responds, already sounding far away. Lohen bets he’s got his gaze focused on his rim, relishing in the way his hole quivers and parts for him.

“Unlikely. You take too fucking looong—”

Lohen’s voice catches on a breathy moan when Diluc slides in a finger all the way down to the knuckle. The sudden intrusion is enough to momentarily knock the breath out of him, and he desperately tries to ignore the way he clenches around Diluc’s finger, as if trying to suck him in more.

He nearly reaches back to smack Diluc when he hears him let out a low chuckle from behind.

“Say that again?” he taunts. Lohen can already imagine the smirk on his face—the same one he wouldn’t dare make in front of a crowd. Knowing that Diluc only acts this way around him really shouldn’t turn him on as much as it does, but it also irks him.

“Fuck you,” Lohen spits out, helplessly letting out a groan when Diluc starts slowly thrusting his finger. Molten heat begins to crawl up his spine and settle deep in his bones, a feeling that’s amplified due to Diluc’s natural warmth. It doesn’t take long before he’s adding a second finger to Lohen’s hole, thrusting at a pace that’s hardly suitable for the desire that’s ripping through Lohen like a blazing fire.

It’s not enough, and unfortunately for Lohen, Diluc always likes to take his time when it comes to preparing him. Diluc always chalks it up to making sure Lohen is thoroughly prepared to take him despite his constant reassurances that he can take him, girth and all—but he knows it’s also because Diluc derives more pleasure out of pleasing Lohen than he’d like to admit. It’s a bit endearing, if Lohen could be a bit honest, but also equally as frustrating. He should take greater pride in knowing that Diluc loves pleasing him, watching him with rapt interest all the while, but Lohen is an impatient creature when he wants nothing more than to be fucked within an inch of his life.

Against his better judgment, he tries to roll his hips back. Something, anything, to have Diluc pick up the pace. Lohen lets out a groan when Diluc presses his free hand into his lower back, effectively keeping him in place and preventing him from moving any further.

“Impatient thing,” Diluc chastises him.

“I told you, you take too long,” Lohen retorts.

Diluc only grunts, not even bothering to grace him with a proper response. That’s almost enough to have Lohen considering if he should find a way to turn things around so he can take what he wants for himself. But then Diluc is adding a third finger to his ass, and Lohen barely has time to mentally prepare himself before Diluc curls his fingers, hard.

A string of profanities leave Lohen when white hot pleasure shoots through his veins.

“And how’s this for you?” Diluc asks in a tone that’s a touch too sweet, sounding nothing short of satisfied. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

“You’re insufferable,” Lohen groans.

Diluc laughs. The sound really shouldn’t turn him on so much.

Thankfully, it’s not long before Diluc seems to finally be feeling a little merciful towards Lohen. His fingers start moving a bit faster, slick noises filling the air as he spreads Lohen open, preparing him to take his cock. Sparks of pleasure erupt across Lohen’s nerves, sweat clinging to his skin as a familiar coil begins to form in his gut.

“Fuck—” Lohen curses, closing his eyes. He can feel himself instinctively clench around Diluc’s fingers.

“Relax, liebling,” Diluc whispers into his ear.

Easier said than done, Lohen wants to snarkily respond, but all that comes out is a weak moan. He’s not too sure how he’s supposed to relax when that damned pet name slips from Diluc’s lips too easily and he has three fingers shoved up Lohen’s ass, thrusting at a pace that has him seeing stars. Lohen presses his forehead against the wooden table, the cool, lacquered surface doing nothing to quell the heat that’s rapidly flowing through his body. Diluc is mouthing at the back of Lohen’s neck as if desperately trying to touch wherever his lips can reach. He can’t get too far—Lohen’s choker is in the way, which has Diluc letting out a displeased grunt.

Lohen wants to tease him about it. He knows that Diluc has a fixation for his neck, even more so for the choker that he wears on the daily. It’s something that he learned very early on—something about Diluc staking his claim on Lohen, no doubt. Just the very thought turns on Lohen even more.

But just as the words form at the tip of his tongue, Diluc’s fingers brush against his prostate, and suddenly all coherent thought is thrown out the window. Suddenly, he’s starting to feel too full, each nerve in his body rapidly firing off as white hot pleasure floods his senses. His legs begin to shake, his untouched cock twitching helplessly against his thigh.

Diluc is relentless, thrusting his fingers hard and fast, hitting Lohen’s prostate every single time. Lohen can already feel his orgasm approaching at a rapid rate, moaning when Diluc curls his fingers against his sensitive walls.

It’s scary, how quickly he’s able to reduce Lohen to a quivering, shaking mess with such ease, almost as if it’s second nature. They’ve done this enough times to know each other’s weaknesses like the back of their hands.

It’s why Lohen has to hold back his disappointed moan when Diluc suddenly pulls out his fingers without warning, immediately curbing Lohen’s orgasm in a matter of seconds and leaving him painfully empty. He tries not to mourn the loss of being stuffed full with Diluc’s fingers—instead, he glances over his shoulder and flashes him a look of indignation.

“Don’t give me that look, liebling,” Diluc coos, but his tone is nearly mocking.

“You are actually the worst,” Lohen says, ignoring how shaky his voice sounds.

“Come now, surely you don’t want to cum from just my fingers?”

Lohen hears a zipper being pulled back and the quick shuffling of clothing before he feels something warm and familiar press against his backside. Desire rears its ugly head once more when Diluc draws closer, trapping Lohen between himself and the table.

It’s a shame he can’t see Diluc’s cock from where he’s positioned. His mouth begins to water when Diluc gently taps the tip of his cock against Lohen’s ass. He doesn’t have to look to know that there’s already a bead of precum forming at the tip, his shaft flushed a pretty red. He’s already so hard—no doubt a side effect of tending to Lohen’s pleasure and watching him all the while. It’s enough to leave Lohen in suspense, but he would be lying if he said that he wasn’t surprised at how quickly Diluc seems to be caving.

“J-Just like that?” Lohen asks.

There has to be some sort of catch. Diluc isn’t the type of guy to simply hand things over on a silver platter if his patience has been tested far enough.

He hears a bottle being uncapped again, and it’s not long before Lohen can hear wet, slick noises fill the air. Archons, he wishes he could look—nothing turns him on more than seeing Diluc fuck his own fist. There’s something about seeing a man of his caliber sinking into the throes of hedonism that really gets Lohen going.

He sharply inhales when Diluc positions himself at his hole. One of Diluc’s hands comes to rest on the table, giving Lohen no place to run.

“Only if you ask nicely,” Diluc then sighs into his ear. Of course. Lohen ignores the shiver that runs down his spine when a wave of hot air fans against his earlobe.

“Typical. As if I’d do that—”

He nearly chokes on his own words when the tip of Diluc’s cock prods against his hole. Diluc thrusts his hips ever so slightly, the tip slipping in just enough to have Lohen gasping for air at the sudden breach before Diluc is pulling back, leaving him empty. It’s enough to drive him up a wall.

“Bastard,” Lohen rasps.

“I won’t repeat myself,” Diluc says.

He rolls his hips again, as if trying to emphasize his point.

“Diluc—”

Lohen’s voice catches on a rather pitiful moan when Diluc presses inside once more, only to draw back before Lohen can even relish in the feeling. He clenches his teeth.

“Come on, seriously—”

He tries to press back, to see if he could possibly get Diluc to slip just a tiny bit more. But Diluc is quick to pin him in place, and judging from the way he continues to roll his hips at an agonizingly slow place, filling Lohen just the tiniest amount before pulling out, something tells Lohen that he’s content to keep doing this until he gets exactly what he asked for.

It’s too much. He can’t stand being edged like this—not when he can tell that this is affecting Diluc just as much. The low groans that Diluc lets out are far from subtle; if they’re participating in a test of endurance, both of them are failing miserably. Finally, Lohen groans in defeat, grumbling under his breath all the while. It’s hard for him to even know what he’s saying, his words starting to blend together. Diluc’s lips brush against his ear again.

“I didn’t hear you, Lohen,” he whispers, low and heady. It makes Lohen feel dizzy. “Speak up, or I won’t give you what you want.”

Lohen turns his head, just enough so that they can lock eyes. The warm lighting from the tavern’s chandelier casts shadows on Diluc’s face, making him look more intimidating than normal. But those shadows can do nothing to hide the pure, primal want in his eyes. He leans in to press a kiss to the corner of Diluc’s mouth.

“…Please, Master Diluc,” Lohen says, loud and clear–but it’s from a desperate plea or an undignified whine. It’s dripping with the final remnants of his resistance, strung up high after having his pleasure dragged on for so long. The least he can do is show that if he’s coming down, he’s dragging Diluc along with him.

It seems to have the intended effect, because Diluc is letting out a small, amused huff.

“No manners, I swear,” he tuts, but Lohen can hear the strain in his voice. He’s reaching his breaking point, too.

Lohen jolts when he feels Diluc place one of his hands on his back, forcing him to lay his chest flat against the table. His other hand is lining up his cock with Lohen’s hole, and for a brief second, Lohen thinks that Diluc is going to toy with him again, noticing the way the tip gently prods against his rim as if there’s a mental battle being fought in the redhead’s mind—

And then Lohen barely has a chance to brace himself before Diluc is pressing inside in one smooth motion, his cock warm and thick as Lohen’s walls flutter around the sudden intrusion.

“Fucking hell—” Lohen has to dial back his volume, sweat beginning to cling to him uncomfortably as his body adjusts to Diluc’s girth. He always insisted that he can take Diluc down to the base no problem, and he can, but adjusting to the initial stretch is always a whole task in itself.

Diluc’s presence is all-encompassing, filling Lohen up in ways that he’s been aching for all night. He thrusts all the way until his hips are pressed up against Lohen’s ass, and Lohen weakly moans as he’s filled to the brim.

“Aren’t you glad I took my time to prep you?” Diluc asks, pressing a kiss to the crown of Lohen’s head. It’s a sickeningly affectionate gesture from someone who has Lohen right where he wants him.

“Get a move on, before I seriously hit you,” Lohen threatens in between breaths. It’s an empty threat all the same, but he can hardly think straight. It’s hard for him to form any coherent thoughts when Diluc’s stupidly thick cock is burning him from the inside out.

Diluc doesn’t say anything—only grunting in response. Lohen shudders when Diluc pulls his hips back, his cock dragging against his sensitive walls, and it takes everything in Lohen to not whine at the sudden emptiness—

—only for Diluc to thrust forward, filling him to the brim once more and knocking the air out of him.

Lohen nearly blanks out when Diluc repeats the motion again and again and again, already setting a pace that borders on bruising.

His chest swells with pride—he’s finally getting exactly what he wanted. There’s nothing he likes more than to see Diluc let go, giving in to his deepest desires without a second thought. Diluc fucks into Lohen’s heat with a sense of desperation that teeters on the thin line between pain and pleasure, driven by nothing but a pure, primal desire to fuck until neither of them can properly think.

He wonders how the scene must look—Lohen, vice-captain of the Knights of Favonius’s 5th Company being bent over a table and being fucked within an inch of his life by none other than Diluc Ragnvindr, esteemed winery master who has most of Mondstadt wrapped around his finger. Diluc is groaning and moaning in Lohen’s ear, sounds that only he has the pleasure of ever hearing.

It’s animalistic and messy—and for Lohen, it’s perfect. The table creaks from each hard thrust of Diluc’s cock into Lohen’s asshole, not losing his rhythm for even a second. The table might just break at the rate they’re going. Lohen clenches around him, trying to suck him in even deeper, and he’s all too proud of the throaty groan that he’s able to wrangle out of Diluc.

Lohen nearly freezes up when Diluc’s hand comes to rest on the front of his throat. Then, his fingers pull back ever so slightly, tracing along Lohen’s choker before gently tapping against the clasp holding it in place.

“…May I?” Diluc asks, barely managing the words through moans and grunts of his own.

“Do you— f-fuck—” Lohen can barely think and Diluc is still asking for permission. “Do you even need to f-fucking ask?”

It’s ridiculous, just so utterly ridiculous. Diluc has Lohen in the palm of his hand and he still has the audacity to treat him so sweetly when he’s fucking into Lohen’s heat as if he’s got nowhere else to be except here.

It’s nearly enough to leave Lohen speechless. He almost doesn’t want to give Diluc the pleasure of handing over what he wants. Lohen nearly wants Diluc to beg for it, to have him pant and whine into his ear about how badly he wants to mark him—

Then Diluc is angling his hips a certain way, going even deeper than before, and both of them are moaning in unison as he starts to hit Lohen’s prostate on every thrust. The pleasure that flows through his veins is enough to drive his brain into overdrive, and all he can focus on is the way Diluc fills him, fucking into him as if it’s the last thing he’ll ever do.

“Lohen,” Diluc nearly whines, a sound that has Lohen’s heart hammering loudly in his chest. “Lohen, please—”

He thinks he might die.

“Fine, fine!” His tongue feels heavy in his mouth as sparks of pleasure erupt in his veins, firing off in rapid succession. He can already feel his orgasm begin to creep up behind him at a scarily fast rate. “You can take it off just— ngh— just d-don’t stop—”

Diluc doesn’t hesitate. His fingers catch onto the clasp with practiced ease before undoing it, and Lohen barely has a second to react before his choker is clambering onto the table, a wave of cool air hitting the back of his neck. He pants harshly when Diluc presses messy kisses against his nape, a searing heat running through his whole body.

Somehow, the skin to skin contact is enough to have Diluc fucking into Lohen harder, and for a moment he thinks they really might break the table. It’s barely going to hold up, not with the way it’s wobbling precariously and they’re fucking against its surface like animals in heat, barely able to get enough of each other even with how close their bodies are pressed together.

But he’s close—so goddamn close. Diluc is too, given how his hips are beginning to lose their rhythm. He’s chasing after his pleasure, but Lohen knows Diluc’s not cumming until he does.

In a last minute attempt to drive him over the edge, Lohen pushes his hips back, the slap of skin on skin ringing in his ears as he meets each of Diluc’s thrusts. He’s hitting Lohen’s prostate with scarily accurate precision, and there’s something about knowing that Diluc knows his body from the inside out that has Lohen moaning in desperation.

Almost there—

“Diluc—”

His name barely leaves Lohen’s lips before he’s biting down on his nape, hard.

It’s enough to have Lohen seeing white as his orgasm finally hits him at full force, pain and pleasure bleeding together as a string of moans and curses leave him. His cock twitches pathetically before he’s cumming hard, no doubt creating a mess all over his clothes and the floor. He can barely make out Diluc’s muffled groan before he feels a pair of strong hands grab his hips, and it’s not long before Diluc is pulling Lohen flush against him, unleashing his load.

Lohen weakly moans, shivering as he feels Diluc’s cum coat his walls. Forget about how deep he is, his loads are also ridiculously thick and last a good while—something that Lohen sees as both a blessing and a curse. It means, even when Lohen’s body is tingling with oversensitivity after he comes down from his high, that Diluc is still fucking his cum into him, gently rocking his hips to milk every last drop out.

It almost feels like both of their orgasms last an eternity. He doesn’t even realize he’s holding his breath until Diluc finally stops moving and he unlatches his mouth from Lohen’s nape. A violent shudder runs through his body when Diluc’s tongue laves over the harsh mark he no doubt left behind on Lohen’s skin, one that can easily be covered up by his choker.

They’re both panting heavily as they come down from their highs. Lohen wonders how long it’s going to take for his mind to recover from the onslaught of pleasure he just received. His sense of perception comes back in small bursts—the sheet of sweat that has formed on his skin, the way his clothes cling almost uncomfortably to his body, the way he shakes from overstimulation from feeling so full. Diluc seems to have half the mind to not rest his full weight on Lohen, instead hovering nearby as he tries to catch his breath.

Lohen doesn’t think he wants to move. Diluc has effectively fucked all the remaining strength out of him—he feels so boneless that he really thinks that if he were forced to run laps around the whole city that he would just about collapse from exhaustion. Lohen can’t help but chuckle a little at the thought. It would be amusing to see what sorts of conclusions others would draw if they saw him in such a state. None of them would even get close to the real answer.

“...What’s so funny?” Diluc asks him from behind, no doubt having heard his laugh.

“Nothing, nothing,” Lohen gives a noncommittal answer, not really wanting to tell him the truth. He can already picture the look on Diluc’s face—the narrowed eyes, the deep scowl. He’s deeply attracted to seeing Diluc in such a state. It makes it all the more easier to rile him up that way.

Diluc grunts, not pushing the matter any further. Lohen tries not to pout, but it’s to be expected—Diluc’s mind is probably taking a moment to get back up to speed, too.

He starts pulling out, his cock dragging against Lohen’s walls without warning. Lohen sharply inhales at the sudden emptiness that follows, already missing Diluc’s warmth. He wouldn’t outright admit it though—and it’s certainly hard to miss being stuffed full when something starts dripping out of his ass.

His nose wrinkles at the feeling before he’s trying to straighten out his back, ignoring the ache that’s settling deep in his bones. Lohen looks over his shoulder and finds Diluc’s gaze is focused downward, even as he’s already tucking his cock back into his pants and zipping it up as if nothing happened.

“What a mess,” he chides him, but there’s a smirk on his lips.

Lohen sends a fierce glare in his direction.

“Don’t act as if you’re not responsible for some of it.”

“You’re right. My apologies,” Diluc murmurs, though he hardly sounds apologetic.

He can’t take it anymore. Lohen finally reaches out and smacks Diluc on the shoulder. It doesn’t have the exact amount of impact he was hoping it would have—if they were locked in a fierce sparring session, he would’ve made sure he felt the pain the next day. But all he manages to wring out of Diluc is a quick, sharp flinch that has him groaning.

“Brat,” Diluc mutters, but oddly enough, Lohen can hear the endearment in his tone. “Alright, alright, hold on. I’ll grab something to help clean you up.”

Lohen watches as he turns around, quickly making his way upstairs to the Angel’s Share storage room. He sighs, listening to Diluc’s footsteps hurriedly pressing against the wooden boards. At the very least, it gives Lohen a moment to gather his thoughts.

He looks over at the table to take note of the damage that they inflicted on the poor piece of furniture. Lohen notices that in their haste from earlier, they accidentally knocked over the glass that he drank apple cider out of—and there’s no mistaking some of the white streaks that have landed on the table legs and the floor. Lohen can’t help but laugh nervously. Diluc’s words did hold their weight—it was a mess, through and through.

It doesn’t take long for Diluc to return with some clean towels. He hands one to Lohen, taking one for himself before he’s kneeling behind him. Lohen almost questions what he’s doing, but it doesn’t take long before Diluc is parting his legs and gently wiping up any cum that’s dripping out of his asshole.

Lohen ignores the heat that floods his cheeks. Diluc is treating him so gently, a stark contrast to the way they were fucking just moments before. It never fails to leave Lohen feeling a little flustered, though he wouldn’t dare admit it aloud. He’s not used to such gentle and affectionate gestures. Rather than lingering on his feelings for too long, Lohen takes the chance to wipe away any sweat that has formed on his forehead and neck.

They carry on in relative silence, cleaning up in a matter of seconds. The floor is easily scrubbed clean, but Lohen is certain that Diluc is going to find a way to burn the table that they just fucked on—like trying to get rid of the evidence of what transpired.

Diluc is already standing up straight, taking the towel from Lohen. Lohen is already smoothing out his clothes, buttoning his pants back up and zipping his boots back into place. When he turns around, reaching for his choker, his fingers only touch cool wood. He does a quick sweeping look around the general vicinity—it’s nowhere to be found.

He turns in Diluc’s direction.

“Have you seen my—”

The words die on the tip of his tongue when Diluc steps into his personal bubble once more. Diluc’s hands reach up towards his throat, but it’s different this time. His eyes are fixated on the soft, slender column of Lohen’s neck, and it’s not long before Lohen feels the familiar sensation of cool leather press against his skin. He can’t suppress the shiver that runs through him when Diluc’s fingers glide across his neck, willing himself to stay still. It’s silent as Diluc wordlessly clicks his choker back into place.

Lohen swallows thickly. He didn’t expect Diluc to sneak up on him so quickly—all without alerting Lohen of his true intentions. He bites the inside of his cheek. Hardly anyone has been able to pull that kind of move on him before.

And yet, Diluc does it so naturally, does it with such ease—like Lohen’s heart has decided that he is the one that he can trust to tear down his walls and gently put him back together.

It almost makes him feel uneasy. He’s not used to being vulnerable like this. People have always kept him at an arm’s length, and it’s not everyday that there’s someone willing to look past all those layers he drapes himself in over the last several years. Diluc seems to peel those layers back without a hint of hesitation, almost as if he has nothing to fear.

He can so easily choose anyone else—someone that isn’t like Lohen. Someone that isn’t hard to hold down. Someone that isn’t constantly throwing themself into harm’s way, seeking power so that they’d never fear of losing anything ever again.

Yet it’s precisely why Lohen is like this that Diluc has taken his hand and hasn’t let go ever since.

He’s known for a long time now that they understand each other in ways that no one else would ever come close to processing. When Diluc’s hands still linger on his neck, gently resting there as if trying to reassure Lohen will always remain in control of what he wants around him, Lohen feels all the tension leave his body.

He tilts his head up to find Diluc staring right at him. They hold each other’s gaze for a few long seconds, all kinds of different emotions flashing in a mere moment—endearment, trust, love. Lohen never thought he was capable of harboring such strong emotions before, especially towards someone else.

Diluc has always remained an exception with him, it seems.

He’s moving faster than his mind can process, already finding Diluc to be meeting him halfway before their lips meet in a chaste kiss.

It’s different from earlier. The fast-paced tension from earlier has bled into something softer, slower, more tender, each kiss they exchange sweeter than the last. Lohen cups Diluc’s cheeks, drawing him in closer, a soft sound escaping him. Diluc is warm, far too warm—yet Lohen can’t get enough of it, of him.

He nearly forgets to breathe until they’re both pulling away, gasping for air. Diluc rests his forehead against Lohen’s, almost like he can’t bring himself to part from him for too long. The pure look of fondness in Diluc’s gaze is enough to have his heart fluttering in his chest.

“Archons, you’re such a sap,” Lohen mutters, though there’s no real heat to his words. He feels a little dazed. Diluc hardly seems to mind, leaning in to press a fleeting kiss to Lohen’s beauty mark.

It’s hard for him to wrap his head around such gentle treatment considering what they’d done just moments prior. Lohen can’t say he’s complaining too hard, though.

“Come home with me tonight,” Diluc whispers, his voice tinged with reverence.

He extends his words not as a question, but as a statement.

Unable to trust his own voice, Lohen simply nods in response, placing one of his hands over Diluc’s.

His fingers curl tightly around his, and he doesn’t let go.