[ He would beg for it if she asked him. For as much as he’s taken the lead in this relationship business, simply by virtue of experience, she has him utterly wrapped around her little finger. Both she and Diluc do, and he would move heaven and earth for their happiness, for their pleasure, whatever. Archons, he loves them both so much.

Her breath is warm against his skin, her lips impossibly soft as she paints a trail of heat over his exposed neck. Dutifully, he tips his head to give her more access, all while his hands roam over her back, mapping her every curve. Even if he wanted, there’s no stopping the contented sigh that passes his lips while she explores him.

And then her lips part, her tongue laving against his skin, the sweet sting of suction and the light scrape of pointed teeth make him shudder. The tail end of his sigh tapers into a low moan as she claims him. The way she smooths away the sting is so unbearably sweet and so perfect, he finds himself wishing, and not for the first time, that this night could last forever. ]

Don’t you dare apologize.

[ His tone is soft, breathless, and utterly fond. Fingers come up to toy with the wisps of hair at the nape of her neck. ]

Trust me, if you do something I don’t like, I’ll tell you, but that… oh, I liked that very much.