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for reasons wretched and divine

excerpt (in which diluc gives into bodily pleasures)

tags: Vampire!Diluc Ragnvindr x reader, blood sucking, gender neutral reader, smut, explicit content

warnings: the fully story contains graphic depictions of violence, mentions of self harm, starvation, and other dark themes

total word count: 69.9k

There’s no grand build up before the floodgates break. It’s only a goodnight kiss, chaste and reverent, given in the doorway of his bedroom.

Your lips part, and for a moment you’ve forgotten yourself entirely, forgotten the responsibilities and vows tying you down. All that remains is want, so intense you’re dizzy with it. You take a step forward, inching into Diluc’s bedroom, and he follows, stepping back to make room for you.

Your breath catches. “Tonight?”

Diluc swallows. “I—“

You kiss him again, and again, and once more just for good measure. Gods, you’ve never gotten pleasure from kissing someone like you do with Diluc. His lips are surprisingly soft, supple and warm beneath your own.

His forehead thumps against yours when you pull away. “There’s no going back.”

“Yeah,” you agree, pressing your hands flat to his chest. He steps back once more, kicking the door shut behind you, and pulls you with him, until the back of his legs hit his bed. You both tumble together, a mess of limbs and sloppy kisses, until you manage to settle yourself in his lap, perched precariously on his thighs.

He watches silently as you wriggle out of your clothes, making no move to help you despite the difficulty you’re having in this position. It’s a wonder you don’t go tumbling off of him entirely. As soon as your top is off Diluc has his hands on you, his fingers feeling out every curve of your flesh even as you’re struggling to rid yourself of your trousers. His gaze is enough to make your skin feel like it’s burning, and these damned clothes can’t come off fast enough, not for how badly you want him, caught helplessly between wanting to rush it, wanting to satiate the lust that’s been eating away at you over the past months, and desperately wanting to savor every moment.

He stiffens suddenly, fingers halting his ministrations against your back.

“What is it?” you manage, peppering kisses to his jaw. This is taking too damn long. Diluc shivers.

He swallows, jaw working, and slips a hand to your neck. “Protection.”

You tilt your head, confused, but Diluc draws back. You’ve always taken precautions, always been exceedingly careful. Now is no different. Perhaps it’s been the anticipation of it, that longing for Diluc that has gotten you edgy and nervous. He underestimates your preparedness.

Still, his reaction sends a thrill down your spine. “You’ve got nothing here?”

He twitches, pressing a palm to the tent of his trousers. As if that’ll calm him down.

“I don’t do this often. Town is...” He stops again, fingers tightening over his pants. Town is miles away, and procuring any sort of protection at this hour would take nothing short of a miracle. Regardless, going anywhere in the state he’s in would cause quite the scandal.

You suppress a smile. Not that any protection is needed, not with how religiously you’ve been preparing yourself. But Diluc’s growing distress is just shy of delicious.

“Are you too noble to do it raw?” you snicker. Your vulgar words turn his neck red.

“I want to be safe.” He’s so good. How can a vampire be so pure at this age? You cup his face with both hands, petting at his cheeks. He looks bewildered.

“It is safe. I’ve already taken the necessary precautions.” It’s taking everything in you not to coo at him. To think such a gruff man can act so cute.

Diluc stiffens. “You were going to let me make a fool of myself, weren’t you?”

“Yes,” you quip, busying yourself with getting Diluc’s shirt off. Truthfully, you’ve never done it raw before. But you’re more than happy to give Diluc that first.

First vampire to suck your blood, first man to fuck you bare. He can have them all.

“Is my forwardness unbecoming?” you ask, although you don’t cease your methodical removal of Diluc’s dress shirt. Why are there so many damn buttons?

Diluc presses a kiss to your head, strangely chaste considering what you’re both about to do. “Coyness doesn’t suit you, regardless. You’re fine as you are.”

Finally, you pluck open the last button. Diluc shrugs off the fabric, tossing it haphazardly to the floor. You take a moment to admire him. Even having seen him shirtless a handful of times, being so close has your fingertips tingling with the need to touch.

You indulge yourself, slipping your hand across his pecs, thumbing at his nipple. He’s exceedingly well built, those sure, daunting muscles proof of his ability to wield weapons like claymores. Down, down, your fingers slip against his skin, exploring every curve, every plush excess of skin, every hard muscle.

The only sound in the room is your shared breaths. Diluc is being awfully patient, forehead tilted against the top of your head as you feel him up. It’s—

It’s a little embarrassing, how touching him like this is making your heart pound. It’s nowhere near the most risqué thing you’ve ever done, but it feels like you’re committing a sin.

A delicious, mind-numbing sin.

Diluc halts your hands. “We’ll be here all night if I let you continue like that.”

“I wouldn’t mind.” You smile, going easily when he wrangles you off of his lap and lays you back onto the bed, settling against the pillows feeling a little too pleased with yourself. If you’re going to be fucked, you might as well be comfortable.

You let him do all the work in finishing the task of undressing you, only wriggling halfheartedly to assist in his efforts. It’s a little unnerving, being completely bare beneath the Duke Diluc Ragnvindr while he’s still half-dressed, but you’ve always been a thrill seeker. It’s nothing compared to the shiver that goes down your spine as he slinks a hand up your naked thigh, fingertips pressing into the soft give of skin.

Diluc kneels between your legs, his belt hanging open. His trousers are still irritatingly buttoned, but he grips your wrist when you try to tug them open. “Patience.”

Already distracted again, you thumb at his hip, where a silver scar extends to his navel. Diluc glances down at your touch.

“You have more scars here. I didn’t see them before,” you say quietly. Every mark you’ve attempted to leave on him has faded quickly, as if there were never anything there to begin with.

Diluc’s stomach muscles ripple as you slide your touch to his sparse happy trail. He lets out a breath. “I have many.”

You lean up, curious, and tilt his head to the side. He’s malleable beneath your touch, exposing the pale expanse of his throat for you to examine. There, just over his pulse point, are two small indented scars. Seeing them makes you feel strange.

“Ah—“ Diluc swallows as you rub your fingers over them. “Gold bit me before I was turned.”

His hands come up to support your back as you arch up. You bite him, hard, over the scars.

The noise that Diluc makes startles you, his fingers digging into your back when your teeth sink into his flesh. He pulls away, face gone completely flush, pupils blown wide, unfocused and bleary. You’ve never seen him like this before.

“I’m—“ he stumbles over his words. It takes him a moment to regain his composure before he speaks again. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what that was.”

He lets go of your back and you slump back down underneath him, vexed. Diluc looks massive above you, kneeling between your legs, his chest heaving as he tries to calm himself. Still, to draw this kind of reaction out just from biting over his mark makes you irritated. Some twisted part of you wishes that he wasn’t tied to Gold like this, so intimate and raw even when they’d never exchanged proper words.

Your back stings in the spots where Diluc gripped you.

It takes a moment longer before he settles back between your legs, going easily when you tug him down for a kiss, sinking onto his forearms so he can fit your mouths together.

You take the initiative to lick into his mouth, slipping a hand down his chest to half-grope him, half-explore the scattering of scars. It’s proof, in a way, that Diluc was once human. The pads of your fingers catch on a deep scar just over his heart, far deeper than it looked at first glance. You pull your mouth away, only briefly, to see it.

“Death scar,” Diluc says, as if it’s explanation enough, before melding your mouths back together. As if it isn’t a horrible remnant of what happened to him. As if it doesn’t make your heart ache with the thought of it.

He doesn’t give you the chance to press further, shifting his weight to one arm so he can slip a hand to your waist. You disconnect your mouths again, gasping for air. He may not need it, but you sure as hell do.

He mumbles an apology, not sounding all that sorry, but continues his trail of kisses along your jaw, your neck, your collarbone, lapping at the healing bite marks.

Diluc spreads his hand over your stomach, big and warm and a little calloused. This possessive, greedy side of him will be the death of you, truly. You wriggle under the touch. “What’re you doing?”

He lets out a sharp breath, pupils blown. “Measuring.”

You nearly choke at the words. The tips of his fingers press into your skin, flexing experimentally. No fucking way. “It’s not going to fit.”

He makes a soft sound. “We don’t have to. I don’t want it to be uncomfortable for you.”

You squirm. Stupid fucking Diluc and his stupid big fucking cock. You can see it through the fabric of his dark trousers, pushing up against the zipper and looking mouthwateringly, impossibly big. It only makes you want him more. “Prepare me well. I’ll smack you if it hurts.”

Diluc leans down, kissing your cheek, then the side of your mouth, until he finally presses his lips to yours. He whispers a soft little ’okay’, the word almost lost in your shared breaths, still palming at your stomach like he doesn’t want to let go.

He’s being so sweet that you’re not quite sure what to do with yourself.

“Hurry,” you gasp into his mouth, pulling at his shoulders. There’s no real rush, not really, but you feel like you’re going to lose it if he isn’t inside of you soon. Diluc draws back, fumbling with something in the bedside table. The absence of his warmth makes you shiver. It feels like an eternity before he’s finally back between your legs, grunting as you rub up against him. He busies himself with the task at hand, drizzling oil over his fingers.

He’s good.

He really fucking good. And at fingering, no less. You’re not even sure how long he’s been at it at before he gets to three digits, but the curl of his fingers has you desperately rocking down, trying to fuck yourself properly if he won’t do it for you. He’s patient, despite your obviously growing desperation.

“Is this alright?” Diluc asks reverently. More than alright. You can’t seem to form the words to tell him that, only managing a clumsy nod.

He spreads his fingers, hitching your leg to rest over his shoulder. He’s got four in you now, more than you’ve ever really needed before, but he insists he won’t even take his cock out until you’re well stretched. Damn this man and his thoroughness. It feels like a dream, having him between your legs like this. Diluc shifts down, presses a chaste kiss to your thigh. “May I?”

“Yes,” you breathe, fingers clenching in the sheets. Diluc sinks his teeth into the fleshy part of your inner thigh, eyes never leaving yours. Watching his face while he drinks is surreal, eyes half-closed and throat bobbing as he swallows. His eyes have gotten darker, those now familiar glimmers of gold catching your attention. It feels like you’re being bewitched, unable to look away from his gaze. He’s all you can see. All you can ever see. All you could ever want to see.

He fucks his fingers into you without warning, speeding up the pace. You clench around him, flinching as he curls them upwards. Your entire body is jerking involuntarily, but you feel only half-there, dazed from having your blood sucked, and your limbs aren’t quite working like they’re supposed to. Diluc holds your leg steady with his free hand, countering your trembling with a reassuring ease.

“There you go again,” you murmur dazedly, thumbing at his cheek, “looking at me with those eyes of yours.” He has the gaze of a predator, vibrant and alert. It renders you helpless. You squeeze around his fingers, toes curling, and tilt into the rhythm of his hand. Maybe it’s less helplessness and more anticipation for what’s to come. You’ve always, always been waiting.

Diluc smiles against you, blood seeping at the corner of his mouth. You can feel the motion against your skin, can see the corner of his mouth quirk up and eyes crinkle in amusement. It takes your breath away.

“Diluc,” you whisper. Hot tears form at the corner of your eyes. He unlatches from your thigh, hand never ceasing its movements. He curls his fingers again, bumping into your sweet spot. You yelp in surprise, writhing, but Diluc only rubs more firmly.

“Shh, liebling, what is it?” Diluc kisses over the bite mark, tongue flickering against your skin.

“You,” you gasp, words coming out slurred. “You’re too—“ You curse as his fingers pulse against that spot again, tongue darting out to lick away the blood on his lips. It’s really not fair, how ravishingly handsome he looks, even like this. “Fucking vampires.”

He lets out a surprised laugh at that, slipping his fingers out. Diluc finds his place back between your legs. “You will be, if you stop your fidgeting. Be still for me.”

As though his words command your very being, you cease your squirming, letting Diluc maneuver you how he wants. It’s difficult to discern if your willingness to let him do whatever he desires with you is a product of vampiric allure, or because it’s Diluc. Somehow, you suspect the latter.

Diluc pops the button of his trousers, shoving them down, but you’re too distracted by his prick springing free to aid in his undressing. You jolt at the sight, his cock huge and hard and flushed like the rest of him. Fucking hell.

He waits patiently as you rattle off a string of profanities, kicking at him with all the strength you can muster when you’re dumb with vampire venom and lust. How dare this man hide something so lovely from you for so long. Stupid fucking vampires and their ridiculously big cocks.

Diluc catches your ankle and leans you back. You’ve been squirming incessantly this entire time and he finally loses grasp of his patience and yanks you down, hips flush between your thighs. A shiver slinks across your spine. You’re like putty in his hands, helpless to his touch and far too infatuated to stubbornly resist.

Like this, with your legs resting over his thighs, sprawled apart, the bandages littering your skin become far more apparent. Not that you mind, of course. He’s unexpectedly emotive when it comes to consuming blood and you’re more than greedy to wring each new expression out of him.

He’s already distracted by the sight, mouth pressed into a hard line as his fingers brush against one of many squares of gauze plastered to your skin. You’re half tempted to kick him again, if only to rid him of that awful, mournful expression on his face. “Put it in or I’ll kill you,” you complain, but your heart is pounding.

“Is threatening my life a new pastime of yours?” he scoffs, letting go of your thighs in favor of drizzling oil over his fingers. You’re both already wet enough, especially with Diluc’s ridiculous cock drooling onto the sheets like it is, but he’s the kind of man who isn’t fond of taking chances. And besides, seeing him slick himself up, hips moving into his hand almost involuntarily, is enough to edge you closer to your own orgasm. You wonder, dazedly, if you could come just from watching him get off.

You’ll have to save that for another time, when you’re not throbbing with the need to be pressed down and filled. That burning lust is all that anchors you. You’re not nearly as far gone as the first time he drank your blood, but now the act has only amplified your need for him. You’re going to die if he doesn’t fuck you soon, surely.

You reach down, slipping your fingers over the head of his prick and try to wriggle down enough to get him inside you. Diluc takes the hint and replaces your hand with his, brow furrowed in concentration as he sinks in, inch by inch. It feels like the air is being shoved out of your lungs, that unbearable, inescapable stretch making your toes curl. You’re making sounds you didn’t even know you were capable of. It’s so much fucking bigger than you expected, and you’re trapped between wanting to squirm away from the pressure and wanting to be pinned down, for him to fill you with his cock until you’re completely impaled.

Diluc grunts, stilling. “Hold on.”

A bead of sweat drips down his cheek. He grips your hips, head hanging down as he tries to calm himself. You can feel that tremble in his touch, burning with desire. That same tremble is shaking through your body. He’s so deep, so thick it aches, and all you can focus on is him.

“Does it hurt?” Diluc asks quietly, voice strained. The sound of his dignified voice being tinged with desperation is enough to have you squeezing helplessly around him. You’re both shaking with the effort of keeping still.

“A little,” you admit. Diluc’s expression drops and he shifts above you, pulling back. You lock your ankles behind his hips before he can pull out.

“It’s fine. I’d smack you if it was unbearable.” He only looks half relieved at the words, dipping down to kiss your brow. He’s always like this, always putting up that cold and aloof front, but he’s terrified of hurting others. Well. That part of him is endearing, too.

“I’m going to move again,” he says quietly. You can only manage a nod, heat rising in your face. It almost feels like a dream, doing this with Diluc. He’s nudging his hips forward once more, small thrusts as he eases into you. It’s as if he’s in more discomfort than you are, making hurt little noises in the back of his throat that don’t seem entirely voluntary.

It feels so hot in the room, although the heat seems to be radiating from Diluc. You move your arm away from your face, gripping the sheets next to your head. It’s getting increasingly difficult not to squirm when you’re getting speared on his cock like this. “Diluc, is it in all the way?”

“No,” he whispers, your stomach clenches. No? Fuck. “I’m sorry.” You kind of want to smack him for apologizing for being exceptionally well-endowed, but the look on his face is enough to silence any snarky remarks you were going to make. A tremor goes through your body as he pushes his hips forward once more. You didn’t know it was possible to go this deep, to be this full, like this was all you ever really needed. A strangled gasp escapes from your lips.

You reach down, dizzy, and realize with a shock that there’s still too much of his cock left, enough to get a hand around. You curse, drawing your hand back.

Diluc presses you down by your stomach, and suddenly you can feel him like you hadn’t before, his hand and his cock grinding in on your sweet spot from both sides. The pressure makes you jolt, your orgasm rocking through you unexpectedly, completely untouched. Now it’s Diluc’s turn to curse, flushed at the sight of it. “Are you alright?��

Your entire body shakes with it, back arching as you clench around Diluc. Heat seeps up your cheeks. You’ve never come like this before, just from someone putting it in, pressing down on both sides. He hasn’t even really touched you properly, not where you need him most, but at this rate you’re not entirely sure you could handle it. It’s a little embarrassing, how sensitive you are with Diluc. You writhe underneath him, face burning, still trembling with the aftereffects. All that comes out is a strangled “What the fuck.”

Diluc can’t even muster a laugh, looking awfully like he’s grappling with keeping his own control, slowly, slowly nudging forward as he continues to fill you, his lips parted as he pants desperately. The sounds he’s making have your chest fluttering helplessly, soft groans with each movement, like he’s struggling to hold back as much as you are.

He draws back, giving a shallow thrust, but he’s nowhere near all the way in. Irritated, you use your legs as leverage to pull him forward. He goes with a panicked grunt, but you hardly have the awareness to think too deeply about it; he’s in, all the way, and the stretch of it is making your head spin.

Diluc is gasping, fingers digging into your hips. It aches a little, nudging against your most sensitive spots, and the girth of him is almost overwhelming, but it’s everything you’ve ever wanted and more. He leans over you, arms braced on either side of your head, breathing just as hard as you are, pressed close as he gives you time to adjust. You let go of the sheets in favor of gripping his biceps. It’s a little easier to take him, now that you’ve come once, but he’s still achingly big, bigger than anything you’ve ever had before.

You don’t even have to ask before he dips down, pressing a kiss to the side of your mouth. You stay like that for a long time, mouths moving together languidly, sharing gasps. You half suspect the pause is for him as much as it is for you, although making him come this early on would give you an ego boost. You clench around him at the thought.

Diluc curses, pulling his lips away to press his forehead against yours. You may be the one getting fucked, but he’s already wrecked, muscles jolting, face flushed. Like this, he hardly seems like the infamous duke, the blood-hungry nachzehrer.

“I’m going to move properly. Are you alright?” he asks. His hips twitch, and you lose your breath for a moment.

You squeeze his biceps, bracing yourself. “I’m fine, Diluc. It’s okay.”

His hips draw back, that unrelenting fullness vanishing so quickly it makes your breath catch. Diluc makes a hurt noise as he thrusts forward, lips parted. His fangs are still out, tongue red from your blood.

He pauses again, closing his eyes for a long moment. He’s shaking, trembling all over, his body jolting each time you touch him.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, voice strained.

“You’re tight. It’s difficult to control my strength,” he mutters, looking stricken. You grin, ignoring the half-hurt expression on Diluc’s face.

He’s unimaginably sensitive when it comes to things like this. “Who do you think I am? I’m a Holy Knight. I’m not made of glass.”

“Come here.” You pull Diluc down, kissing at the side of his mouth. Diluc turns into it, lips catching against yours, and gentles. He’s overwhelming, hard and unrelenting inside you, but he’s touching you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. He’s touching you like a lover. You indulge yourself in these fantasies, just for this moment. His hips shift as you kiss, little grinding movements with no real intent, nudging deep inside.

“Do you want to change positions?” he asks. You haven’t even gotten to the task at hand, not really, and he already looks like he’s falling apart. Well. You are too.

“I like this position. I want you close,” you mumble distractedly. Diluc’s face darkens. He draws back at your words, despite your request to keep him pressed against you, hoisting your hips off the bed. The angle makes you yelp, but Diluc’s eyes have gone almost entirely gold, now.

Damn. You’re really in trouble, when he has such exciting reactions like this.

His first thrust sets the bed knocking against the wall, so loud you’re sure every servant in the house can hear it. You don’t particularly care, given the circumstances.

“Harder, harder,” you chant in between helpless gasps and moans, gripping the sheets next to your head. Diluc’s pupils are blown with lust, fingers pressing bruises into your hips. It’s surreal, being fucked like this, animalistic and raw and so fucking brutal, Diluc’s hips pistoning almost unbearably fast. It feels like you’re going to be split open. He’s ruining all sex for you for the rest of your life. It‘s so good it almost hurts, the pleasure bordering on just too much.

“I’m sorry—“ Diluc gasps, fingers curling around your hips just a touch too tight, “I’m sorry— This was meant to be more— ngh— romantic.”

You make a sound, caught somewhere between a laugh and a moan. He’s endearingly old-fashioned for someone who’s fucking into you like he’ll die if he stops moving.

He shifts, muscles straining, and angles his hips upwards, pulling you down into each thrust. There’s no doubt you’ll have bruises tomorrow, but it’s dizzying, the feeling of him spearing you open, the heady slap of his skin on yours making your toes curl.

“Fuck, just like that,” you pant, grappling at his biceps. The dark red lines you leave on his skin fade almost immediately, to your displeasure, but you haven’t the mind to focus deeply on anything but the feeling of Diluc inside of you.

You come again, swept up in the heat of it, squeezing around Diluc and arching your back at the wave of pleasure. Diluc’s jaw clenches, his pace slowing to a deep grind as he fucks you through it.

He still hasn’t come, but you can feel him twitching inside of you, cock rubbing up against all your best spots, slick with oil and precome. He curses, head dropping down so he can watch himself slide in and out of you.

“Come here, you bastard,” you manage, tugging at his shoulder until he relents and leans down to kiss you. His tongue is hot and wet in your mouth, laving against your own. Swapping saliva like this shouldn’t be as lewd as it feels. Diluc pulls back again, lips kissed crimson, and resumes his brutal pace. Each thrust feels perfectly timed with the pounding of your heart, and you’re not entirely sure if he’s even aware of how precisely he’s hitting each beat.

You squeeze around him, reaching down so you can hold on to his wrists where he’s pressing his fingers into your waist. You want to kiss him again.

You bite down on the inside of your cheek, hard. The taste of iron fills your mouth, metallic and heady. Diluc stiffens at the smell.

You yank him down once more before he can react, opening up for him. That’s all it takes for his resolve to break, hips rabbiting once more as he licks into your mouth, his tongue nudging against the place you bit down. He finally gives you both, now, a good fucking and his mouth on yours. Blood makes him edgy and hot, his rhythm turning sloppy, frantic, bordering on desperation.

He’s moving so quickly it makes you dizzy, the headboard hitting the wall rhythmically with every thrust. You really might break at this rate, but it feels so good that you can’t find it in yourself to care.

Diluc is making the most delicious noises, soft little whimpers in the back of his throat that only serve to turn you on even more. He pulls away, your blood smeared across his lips. He’s wrecked, bleary-eyed and unfocused, fucking you with nothing but pure animal instinct.

“Diluc,” you manage, “my hand.”

His thrusts falter. “Your hand?”

“Hold my hand,” you gasp. You feel like crying, so overwhelmed you’re not sure what to do with yourself. His face softens, shifting his weight to one arm so he can intertwine his fingers with yours. Fuck.

At this rate, you really might fall in love with him.

His pace is still brutal and unforgiving, but the gentle squeeze of his hand against yours does little to betray the absolute need coursing through you both. Sex has never been like this before, so raw and visceral you’re losing yourself in the feeling of it. In the feeling of him.

“I’m gonna come—“ he pants, muscles jolting beneath your grasp, his hips bucking like he can’t help himself. He moves like he’s going to pull out, dazed and flushed down his chest.

“No.” You hook your feet around the backs of his thighs, pulling him forward. “Do it inside.”

His breath is quickening, wheezing little gasps that seem entirely involuntary. “Is it okay?”

“Yeah,” you soothe, slipping a hand from his bicep to his face, “c’mon, come.”

“I’ll clean it up later, so—“ he rambles in between pants. He’s doing nothing but chasing his own pleasure now, and somehow the thought of it has your belly fluttering with lust. More. You want more.

“Come, c’mon, come.” You flick your thumb against his bottom lip.

He jolts down suddenly, teeth sinking into his forearm as he comes, pressing in deep. It’s hot, so hot, and the feeling of it has your head spinning because he’s making a fucking mess. Blood drips from the bite, a low, pained groan rippling from his chest as his hips twitch involuntary through his orgasm, just barely pulling out before he rocks back in. The sound alone makes your thighs squeeze around his hips, the hot, messy squelch of his come making your core throb.

You’re utterly spineless, his drawn-out thrusts edging you into oversensitivity, but you’re too dizzy with the thought of Diluc to really care.

He stills, finally, panting, but doesn’t pull out. He’s still impossibly hard, cock twitching inside of you with the aftereffects. Really, this man isn’t normal.

“Just how pent up are you?” you manage, swiping at the blood on his bottom lip. Diluc visibly swallows.

“I told you, I don’t do this sort of thing often,” he mutters.

You shiver as his cock gives one last jolt, spurting inside of you, adding to the mess that’s already dripping down your rear. “You need to—“ You inhale sharply when Diluc shifts, and that near-unbearable fullness is amplified tenfold by the sheer amount of come he shot into you. “—to jerk off more often. Archons, is it even possibly for anyone to come this much?”

“Getting myself off is never enough,” Diluc admits, voice still catching on those hitched breaths as the aftershocks of his orgasm torrent through him.

You slip a hand down, sliding your fingers into the spunk leaking out around his cock. You really shouldn’t be having this sort of conversation while he’s sheathed inside you, but neither of you make an effort to move. “I’ll get you off as much as you want.”

He’s trembling all over. “You’re making it exceedingly difficult to hold myself back.”

You snicker like you’re not entirely breathless. “Who told you to do something like that?”

Diluc lets out a defeated sigh, eyes closing. “Can I— again?”

“As many times as you want.” Diluc’s head drops down against your chest. He’s shivering all over, muscles jolting as you slide your hands to his shoulders like he can’t help it. He’s burning up. Before you can get another word out, his hips start moving once more.

Diluc grunts, hooking his arms under your legs so he can get deeper. “Don’t say something so dangerous.”

You’re both a mess, blood dripping from your mouths, sweat-slick bodies moving together as one. You rock your hips up into every thrust, damned if you don’t give as good as you’re getting, and by the looks of it Diluc is weak to your shared lust, his head hanging down as he fucks into you. He’s good, so good, and with all his flourish and technique there’s still that undercurrent of inexperience and shyness in his movements.

It really shouldn’t get you as hot as it does.

“You’re so beautiful—“ he gasps, “I can’t get enough of you.”

You squeeze down around him, eliciting a choked grunt from his lips, and pulse around his cock. “Such sweet words in the middle of our coupling, Master Diluc. You—“

Diluc drives his hips up, cutting off whatever you were going to say next as the head of his cock nudges deep inside of you. He’s making a fucking mess, his come seeping out of you with every thrust. Any mortal man would have already been soporose by now, boneless after coming once, but here Diluc is, pounding away after he’s already orgasmed like he has a deadline to meet.

He bites down, hard, on your shoulder. You hiss at the sting as his fangs sink into you. It’s something you’ll never get used to, this biting.

He pulls away after only a moment, shuddering. “Ugh, forgive me—“

“Drink me dry,” you retort, but it comes out half-formed and slurred. He finally lets go of your hips so he can lean down properly, get his mouth on yours to shut you up before you can ramble any longer. He tastes of blood.

You come again, just like that, with Diluc swallowing your moans and the metallic taste of your blood on your tongue. Your orgasm borders on painful, teetering on that edge of just too much. But the night is long, and Diluc is insatiable.

So are you, in the end.

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wyvernne · 4 hours

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breathing these sweet fumes

pairing: Diluc Ragnvindr/Reader

tags: gender neutral reader, (no reference to any body parts, just the strap on), pegging, bottom!diluc, smut

word count: 5k

summary:

“You can say no if you’re unsure,” you press, nudging your nose against his.

Diluc tilts up, catching your mouth for a long moment. He speaks, finally, when you part. “If it’s you, I want to.”

If it’s you.

Your heart feels so full. The two of you have done your fair share of erotic, outlandish things in the bedroom. But with every play, with every violent, back-breaking orgasm, there’s always that sturdy, warm trust between you.

Diluc is going to let you fuck him.

———

In other words, Diluc gets pegged.

Diluc pulls out, panting, and rolls onto his side next to you. You’ve both been going at it for hours, insatiable as always. All it took was a little teasing to rile him up. Hardly any effort at all, really, but he’s always easy for you.

He slides a hand over your stomach, soothing you. Those aftershocks are still shooting through your body, every muscle trembling with the lingering effects of your orgasm.

If you weren’t utterly exhausted, you’d absolutely goad him into another round. But at this rate sunrise is just around the corner, and the two of you are far too busy to dedicate every waking moment to sex. As tempting as it is, of course.

Diluc presses a soothing kiss to your bare shoulder, breathing softly against your skin. “Alright, Liebling?”

You make a sound in assent, relishing in the attentions Diluc is giving you.

You haven’t even managed to catch your breath before the words slip out. “Would you let me do you?”

Diluc freezes. It wasn’t the most tactful way to ask, but you’ve been thinking about the idea for months, turning it over in your mind like a novelty. What kind of face would he make? What sounds would come out of those pretty lips of his?

He hesitates for a moment longer. “What do you mean?”

“I want to be the one to fuck you. With a toy,” you clarify. This really isn’t the sappiest pillow talk the two of you have ever had. You feel a little bad for ruining the sweet mood between the two of you, now, but it’s too late to take the words back.

Diluc falls silent. You don’t push him any further. You know him better than that, know that he only needs a moment to collect his thoughts. After a long silence he finally speaks again.

“Let me think about it, yes?” he says quietly.

Diluc can be hot-headed and rash at the best of times, but when it comes to things like this, he never makes a decision before considering every possibility.

Besides, this isn’t something you want him to impulsively agree to. Still, his consideration makes you feel dizzy with adoration. You’re filled with renewed vigor at the thought.

You smother his head against your chest, petting affectionately at his hair. He grumbles at the sudden movement.

“You’ll wait for my answer, won’t you?”

“I’ll wait as long as you need me to, Luc. Yes or no. But I’ll wait to hear it regardless.”

—————

It only takes a month for Diluc to come to his decision. You’ve dropped the topic entirely since first bringing it up, but you know he hasn’t forgotten. He constantly seems to be thinking about something, his gaze wandering as he taps his finger against his jaw.

You know it’s nothing dangerous. He’d tell you if it were a matter with the Fatui or the Abyss Order. That agreement was made between the two of you a long time ago. But the matter of you fucking Diluc has gone unspoken since that first night.

His eyes meet yours, and there’s something in gaze that beckons you forward. The two of you have been apart all day, pulled separate directions by your duties, and it’s the first time you’ve seen him since he left your bed early in the morning.

You sidle up to his desk. Diluc still doesn’t make any move to speak, but grabs your wrist and presses a piece of paper into your hand.

“What’s this?” you ask.

He sulks, voice lowered. “A businessman from Fontaine will be in Mondstadt later this month.”

You tilt your head. “Hm?”

Diluc’s frown deepens. He looks so cute, almost pouting like this, but you know voicing that sentiment would just make him cross. “He specializes in products. For adults.”

It takes a long moment for it to click. Diluc seems to sense the moment it does, too, and averts his eyes. He’s embarrassed.

“I’ll take care of everything!” you croon, rocking down to press a kiss to his cheek. To any outsider, Diluc’s expression would seem utterly irritated. But you know him far better than that, and the blush creeping up his neck gives him away.

He covers his mouth with one hand, voice dropping once more. “Just don’t get carried away, please.”

“When do I ever get carried away?” You distract him with another exaggerated kiss over the back of his hand.

He sighs. Fondly, at least.

—————

It’s hard not to admire Diluc when he looks like a work of art every time you come home to him. The furrow in his brow, his gloved finger tapping against his cheek, irritated.

“Are you going to keep staring?” he asks, finally, glancing up at you.

You can’t help but grin. “You’re quite the sight.”

Diluc scoffs. “You say that every time.”

“Those noble Ragnvindr genes are nothing to balk at.”

“What, are you just with me for my appearance?” Diluc replies snidely.

You lean down for a kiss, to which he obliges. “That and your big cock. Ah, and the free wine.”

He seems to have grown tired of your teasing and heaves you into his lap unceremoniously. You yelp as he moves you like a piece of lumber, his paperwork falling to the ground in the process, forgotten.

“Gods, you barbarian!” you yelp, scrabbling at his arms for purchase. Not that he’d ever let you fall, regardless, but he’s purposely holding you precariously just to be mean.

“Hm?” He leans down, pressing another kiss to your mouth. “Weren’t you just talking about my noble genes?”

You attempt to shank him with your fingers, but he only levels you with a flat look. He’s no fun. “Both a barbarian and a nobleman, you are.”

Diluc finally lets out a brief laugh. You can’t help but smile in response, nuzzling your face into his chest despite the awkward position.

He shifts you so you’re not as haphazardly sprawled across his lap, pulling you firmly into him. It’s nice, these small gestures of his. They make you feel so loved.

“Did you get it?” he murmurs after a beat.

You reach a hand up, stroking at his hair. “I did. And a few other things. They’ll be delivered within a few hours.”

You feel desperate to confirm that he wants this like you do. That he’s willing. Asking Diluc for this has felt like one of the most selfish moments of your life. And shameful, which is something you rarely feel.

But his gaze is always unwavering when it meets yours. Diluc has never been one to rely on words, but even so, you want to tell him again and again. I love you. I love you.

“Are you—“ you swallow. Your throat feels tight, suddenly, as if this is even something to get emotional about. Diluc seems to sense your hesitation and squeezes you gently, reassuring. “Do you think you’re ready?”

Diluc is quiet for a moment, but it’s not in trepidation. He’s merely searching for the right words. “I’ve thought about this for a long while, Liebling. And if it’s you— You know I’d do anything you asked of me.”

You let out a breath. “It’s no fun for me if you’re not going to enjoy it.”

He scoffs. “I’m not the type of person to just put up with it, Liebling. I would tell you outright if I didn’t want it.”

His gaze is so earnest it makes your heart ache. “You give me too much.”

Diluc’s mouth quirks up. “A small repayment in exchange for you.”

—————

It feels like your first time all over again. Somehow, your heart is pounding so hard you can feel it throughout your body, throbbing incessantly from your fingertips to your toes. You sit on the bed, staring dazedly at the toy before you.

You wined and dined Diluc beautifully only a few hours prior, as he did the evening you both slept together for the first time. Adelinde was a good sport about it, of course, and let you have your way in the kitchen. Although Diluc had certainly been the one with less experience that first night, the nerves were shared between you. After all, you had set out to bed the Diluc Ragnvindr. It’s no small feat regardless of who you are.

There’s a creak behind you as the bathroom door pushes open. Diluc’s eyes are half-lidded, wanting, as he watches you from the doorway.

He’s hardly dressed, only a loose robe tied around his waist. His hair, wet from the bath, is already starting to curl wildly on his shoulders. Honestly, he looks devastatingly beautiful. Always does, really, but these moments truly remind you of how fierce his looks are.

“Come here, Diluc,” you murmur, holding a hand out to him.

He doesn’t hesitate. Diluc’s fingers twine with yours the moment he reaches you. The bed creaks when he sits down across from you, his eyes never leaving your own. Part of you wants to tease him for being so resolved. Even during your first night together, if it weren’t for the tremble in his hands giving him away, you would’ve been convinced he was preparing to go to battle rather than have sex.

He doesn’t let go of your hand for even a moment.

It feels like an awfully sweet gesture considering what is about to happen.

You climb into his lap, slotting your lips together. He tastes like wine. It’s unusual for him, considering he’d much rather stick to anything but alcohol, but today was a rare occurrence where Diluc had to partake in tasting the new barrels that were about to be bottled and sent out.

It’s loosened him just a tad, although the wine tasting was hours ago. Somehow, the flavor still lingers on his tongue. You chase the taste of alcohol, licking fervently into his mouth.

Diluc uses his free hand to steady you, slipping up to the middle of your back. You only break the kiss to breath, gasping unromantically into each others mouths.

“Eager.” is all Diluc says, and it only spurs you on further.

Kissing shouldn’t be as erotic as it is with Diluc. But he melts underneath your mouth, always gets flushed and lovely under the attention of it. It’s such a stark difference from his usual cool demeanor that it makes your heart pound.

It’s you doing this to Diluc. It’s you taking this violent, cold man apart with just your lips and fingers.

When you part, finally, dizzy with it all, Diluc presses a kiss to your forehead. “How do you want me?”

Every way I can have you. You swallow the words down, although you know he’d agree. He makes you greedy to the point that it frightens you.

“Lay back for me?” you ask, climbing off of his lap.

Diluc settles against the pillows, robe slipping rather seductively down his shoulder from your earlier kiss.

It’s only when you slide off the bed that he finally lets go of your hand, but the heat of his touch seems to linger.

You can feel him watching you as you dig through the nightstand for oil.

When you turn back, Diluc seems to have finally caught sight of the strap on. It’s hard to decipher his gaze, his brow furrowed just a tad.

“Are you nervous?” you ask.

He draws his eyes away from the toy, swallowing. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t.”

“Do you still want to?” you press. It’s important, of course. It always is.

“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t willing, Liebling. Do you take me for someone who can be pushed around?”

You laugh breathlessly. “You let me get away with everything.”

Diluc hums in assent, offering you his hand to pull you back onto the bed. “Because it’s you.”

You ignore the toy, for now, and focus on undressing Diluc. Not that there was much standing in the way to begin with, but somehow disrobing him feels like unwrapping a precious, obscene gift. It gives you a good opportunity to feel him up, too, cupping his pecs in each hand.

“You’ve got nice tits,” you smile, nuzzling against his pec. Diluc looks unimpressed.

“You’re only after my body, aren’t you?” He’s hardly ever coy, but he is far funnier than anyone gives him credit for. There’s a warm bud of self-satisfaction in your chest at the knowledge that you’re the only one he lets himself be humorous around.

“You would be too if you were me,” you respond cheerily. Diluc blesses you with a laugh.

You hum, leaning back down to lavish your attentions on his nipple. The rosy buds are starting to harden up, and Diluc’s muscles jump every time you touch them. It’s a wonderful response, really, and you’d expect no less from him. For someone with an extraordinarily high pain tolerance, he’s exceedingly sensitive when it comes to pleasure.

You pinch his nipples, just enough for him to shiver at the pressure of it, flicking your finger against the buds. He’s always been sensitive here, something you were delighted to find out early on in your relationship.

“No need to keep quiet, Love,” you murmur. “Adelinde and Elzer have graciously agreed to stay the night outside of the manor.”

Diluc’s flush deepens. “What did you say to them?”

“Nothing,” you reply cheerily, tugging his nipple again. Diluc shivers noticeably. “I simply told them the manor would survive one night without them.”

Diluc’s making a twisted face. It’s not exactly a secret that the two of you fuck like rabbits at every given chance. In fact, it was Adelinde who first politely suggested that you need only let her know when the two of you would like the manor to yourselves.

Besides, it’s a rare chance for two of Diluc’s most dedicated staff members to enjoy an evening off, undoubtedly savoring a drink or two at the Angel’s Share given their unlimited tab. As graciously provided by their one and only master.

“Diluc.” His eyes meet yours at your call. It’s difficult to even fathom that such a brutal, beautiful man is falling to pieces underneath your fingertips.

You drop one hand down from his chest to circle around his prick, relishing in the way his breath hitches. He always gets hard so easily for you. It’s difficult not to take a little pride in it, really. Even from the start all it took was a bit of grinding or dirty whispers for Diluc to be rearing to go.

Diluc sucks his bottom lip in between his teeth in attempt to stifle his sounds, but it only ever lasts so long. It only takes a few good strokes for him to abandon the endeavor entirely, his breaths catching on each moan. You don’t bother easing into it, jerking him with a firm, tight grip.

“You’re so brutal—“ he gasps, voice cutting off on a groan when you twist your hand just right.

His hips shift upwards, chasing the friction. “You love it like this, don’t you? You always come so fast.”

The oil is making everything so slick, and the mere sound of your squelching movements is obscene enough to have you both flushing. There’s plenty of time later to take it slow and sweet, but right now you’re desperate to see his face when he orgasms. As if it isn’t already an expression you have burnt into your memory.

“Gonna get you off once,” you whisper, thumbing at his nipple. “Just to take the edge off.”

“Just get to it,” Diluc mutters, pressing his hand over his eyes.

“Foreplay is important,” you chide, slipping your finger against his slit. But he is right. Left to it, you’d keep edging him all night until he was left sobbing and desperate for release. But that’s not what tonight is about.

You take the opportunity to slip your hand from his chest briefly to grab a handful, pulling his hips up into the grasp of your fingers. Diluc flinches, startled, cock slipping up through your fist.

You’ve always had a mild obsession with his ass. It’s hard not to. Diluc is fit, of course, so naturally he’s rather perky and perfectly slappable back there. It’s hard to restrain yourself from stealing a grope here or there during the day.

“Do you want my mouth? Or just my hand?” you ask gently. As if it’s a gentle topic at all.

He grunts, fidgeting. You give him another good squeeze in response. “You always complain about your jaw hurting when you go down on me.”

“Your jaw would hurt too if you tried to suck down this monstrosity,” you reply cheerily, thumbing at his glans.

Diluc hisses in response, head dropping back against the pillows. “Either. Both.”

“Now look who’s being greedy,” you chide, but drop down anyway to press a kiss to the side of his prick.

Diluc’s head lifts back up, eager to watch as always. It makes you feel a little more self satisfied than is probably necessary.

You’ve grown used to sucking him off at this point, well aware of how sensitive his tip is and how he comes so quickly when you stroke the base of his cock as you bob your head.

He melts under your attentions, fighting to keep his gaze on you.

“Close,” he warns. You sink down as far as your throat will allow, unable to stop your eyes from fluttering shut as you fight against your gag reflex.

Diluc is positively shaking, and you know it’s largely with the effort to stop himself from giving into the primal urge to just fuck your throat until he’s satisfied. Not that you’d mind that, really, but there’s other things to do tonight.

You squeeze his arse again, urging him on, and Diluc’s entire body seizes as he comes. You try not to asphyxiate in the process of swallowing the obscene amount of come he lets out. Dying from choking on his cock might ruin the mood, after all.

You pull off a touch too soon, flinching as the remnants of his orgasm splatter against your face. He always makes a mess.

Diluc still tries to wipe his come from your face even as he fights through the shivers of his orgasm. Gods, this man.

But at the very least, it had its intended effect. He’s languid, now, movements clumsy and slow from the pleasure. You only give him a moment longer to catch his breath before you go fumbling for the oil, lost somewhere in the tangle of bedsheets.

“Gotta open you up, Luc.” You can feel him tense.

You use far more oil than is probably necessary, but you want this to be as smooth a process as possible.

You don’t even need to direct him this time. Diluc’s legs part, almost bashfully, and he averts his gaze.

You tilt up to kiss him in an attempt to distract him at least a little bit. It’s a languid, lazy kiss, tongues sliding together slowly. You take the opportunity to slip your hand between Diluc’s legs, rubbing the pads of your fingers gently against his hole.

He startles but you quickly deepen the kiss until you’re both breathless, merely sliding your fingers gently against him.

When you part, mostly out of necessity, you press the first finger in. Diluc’s breath catches, brow creasing.

“Hurts?” you ask.

Diluc swallows, shakes his head. “It’s just… uncomfortable.”

He doesn’t seem entirely impressed with fingering. It’s a little frustrating, seeing how he watches you with a furrowed brow that speaks more to his discomfort than pleasure. It takes him a few long minutes to get used to the feeling of being penetrated, but you can sense the moment he finally begins to relax once more, shifting restlessly against you when you crook your finger.

“Gonna add another one,” you murmur. He makes a soft noise in assent, his toes curling at the new stretch.

You kiss Diluc again, taking your time slowly scissoring him open. There’s no need to rush this. You’re starting to understand how he feels when he opens you up, now, caught between both the sweet feeling of wanting there to only be pleasure for him and the self-gratifying knowledge that he’s speared so helplessly on your fingers.

You crook your fingers upwards and Diluc jolts, surprised, and makes a startled sound. “I’m sorry. Did that hurt?”

“No,” he says shakily, and swallows.

“Is here, then?” You rub your fingers against that spot again, and his cock jolts in response. He’s already getting a little teary-eyed and unfocused, but you continue your gentle pulses against his prostate. His cock is finally starting to plump up again, lying half hard against his hip.

“Got yourself nice and clean for me in the bath?” you ask. You need to lead like this, need to ease him through it with words. Diluc has always been the type to fall silent when unsure, and the bedroom has been no exception to that habit. But right now, he is giving you everything. His trust, his body, his vulnerability. Your heart soars at the thought.

You take the opportunity to wriggle down to adorn his thighs with love marks. He shivers at each bite, head tilting back against the pillows so all you can see is the pale, sweat-slick line of his throat, adam’s apple bobbing.

Every bite makes his cock jump, dribbling messily against his navel. The third finger has him groaning, shifting incessantly like he can’t settle. Now that you’ve found his prostate you can’t seem to leave it alone, rubbing against that spot on each thrust in.

“How did you—“ he gasps, legs jerking.

“Know? I read a book,” you reply merrily. Well. Reading a book about male anatomy and actually trying it out are two different things, but there’s always a learning curve to these types of endeavors.

It’s hard not to watch in wonder when his cock jerks every time you press your fingers against his prostate. Part of you just wants to milk him dry like this, make him come over and over until he has nothing left to give. That’ll have to wait for another time. When you’re not aching to see him well fucked and placated.

You kiss your way up from his thighs to his cock, suckling on the head of his prick. Diluc is finally relaxed enough, it seems. You suck him down for a few more gratifying seconds before you draw away entirely.

He looks blissed out. It’s a better reaction than you had hoped for, certainly, but there’s still a long way to go.

Diluc watches you dazedly as you belt the strap on. You catch his gaze and feel your heart pang. Gods, this man of yours.

“Here.” You take his hand, guiding it to the length of the strap. Diluc swallows, palm slipping against the tip. You’ve taken far bigger yourself, considering who your partner is, but it’s enough for a first-timer.

You duck down, pressing your forehead against his. Diluc seems startled by the sudden movement, hand dropping from the toy.

“You can say no if you’re unsure,” you press, nudging your nose against his.

Diluc tilts up, catching your mouth for a long moment. He speaks, finally, when you part. “If it’s you, I want to.”

If it’s you.

Diluc is going to let you fuck him.

You kiss him again, unable to suppress a smile so strong it makes your cheeks ache.

“I’m going to put it in, Luc,” you murmur. You take your time slicking up the toy. It’s no wonder he always uses so much when he’s the one fucking you. It’s hard to put aside the anxiety of hurting him.

You settle, at last, between his parted legs. It seems both of you are holding your breath as you fit the tip of the toy against him, letting your weight guide you as you press forward.

“Stay relaxed,” you murmur, searching his face for any sign of pain. Diluc is moving too much, his arms and legs twitching incessantly.

“Agh—“ he gasps. The noise startles you both. “Wait, wait.”

You pause. He sucks down air, still shivering all over. “Hurts?”

“No,” he responds quietly. His cheeks have gone blotchy with his blush.

You give him a moment, soothing a hand down his stomach. His muscles jolt beneath your touch. It’s only half in, but he’s entirely new to the sensation. You can certainly afford him some leniency.

“Okay?” you ask after a beat longer.

Diluc swallows. “Okay.”

Every push forward has him red-faced and wrecked, barely able to keep his eyes open. “Don’t just endure it if it’s uncomfortable.”

He nods, opens his mouth like he’s going to say something, but his words get caught on a gasp.

You take your time, once it’s all in, and continue to shower him with sweet kisses. His ragged breathing is the only thing filling the room, each wheezing gasp hitching when you shift.

The two of you stay like that for a long time. You’re not sure how long it takes, but it doesn’t matter. It’s only when Diluc reaches for you, shaking, that you’re finally drawn out of the haze. He’s ready, it seems.

“Gonna fuck you now,” you murmur. Diluc nods. You try to focus on how you would want it, given your roles were reversed, keeping each movement slow and firm.

“Diluc,” you murmur, ducking down to meld your lips together. The movement causes the toy to shift deeper inside of him and he breathes in sharply against your lips. Is this how he feels when he fucks you?

It’s making you emotional, somehow. It almost feels ridiculous, really, the feeling of your throat tightening as you kiss him. He’s giving you everything, right now.

“Tell me how you like it,” you mutter against his bottom lip.

Diluc breathes in sharply, eyes watering at the corners. “I don’t know. I haven’t been fucked before.”

You pull back, hands slipping down his torso until you reach his hips. You focus on slow, gentle strokes, at first, but each sound he makes only spurs you on more.

Diluc’s breath catches with each thrust. He’s gone half-hard again, entire body flinching as you move. You slow your pace, slipping one of your hands from his waist to circle around his cock.

“What angles feel good?” you ask, stroking him in firm, quick movements.

Diluc arches into your hand, gnawing on his lip. “I don’t— I don’t know.”

You’ll just have to experiment, then.

It’s easier to gauge his expressions this way, but you’re having trouble reaching the angle you want. You draw your hips back, trying not to feel too self-satisfied at the noise he makes, and tap his hip.

“Can you move onto your knees for me?” you ask.

Diluc nods, but turning over seems like more of a task than either of you had anticipated. His muscles are spasming under his skin, shivers wracking through his entire body, and he can barely hold himself upright.

“Gods, my legs feel like—“

“Slime jelly?” you offer merrily.

Diluc huffs, nuzzling his face into the pillow. “Something like that.”

You take an obligatory moment to admire how he looks like this, presenting his ass to you. His long hair is strewn about him, arms curled protectively around his head.

“Stop staring,” Diluc grumbles into the pillow.

You grin. “Hm? But you get to stare at my embarrassing parts all the time.”

“That’s different,” he mumbles.

“Is it?” you ask, pressing your thumb against his taint. Diluc jerks forward in surprise.

“You said—“ his voice is shaking like he may cry. “You said you’d go easy on me the first time.”

You lean down, pressing a kiss to his tailbone. “Sorry, sorry. I’m gonna put it in again, okay?”

He shifts, face still half-smothered by the pillow. You can tell by how red his ears are that he’s just embarrassed.

You watch in awe as his hole swallows the toy with each small thrust forward. Diluc is still making those strangled, guttural sounds like he can’t help himself, back arching beautifully at the pressure.

“Diluc is it—“ your voice catches breathlessly. You didn’t even realize you were holding your breath. “Is it good?”

He nods, fingers tightening where he’s gripping the sheets.

“I’m gonna move now, okay?” you say gently, sliding your hands down his back until he’s arched just how you want him.

Your head is spinning. He’s so good, so far exceeding every single one of your fantasies. Diluc cries out with each smack of your hips against his, his voice raspy and strained.

It’s the kind of sound he makes when you’ve edged him for hours, when the pleasure has gotten so overwhelming he can no longer manage to stifle the noises that bubble up in his throat. He’s arched so perfectly. He’s a natural at this, really, and it’s a wonder you didn’t goad him into letting you fuck him sooner.

You’ve lost yourself for a moment, and the angle deepens.

Diluc yelps, scrambling against the sheets. “It’s—! It’s too deep.”

You draw back immediately, gasping. “Sorry, I’m sorry, did I hurt you?”

His flush has spread down his shoulders. Diluc shakes his head slowly, fingers still gripped tightly in the sheets. You can’t see his face like this, but his trembling tells you enough. “I’m— It’s too much.”

It feels like you can finally breathe again. “Okay, Luc. I won’t go so deep.”

“Okay,” he says quietly. His voice sounds—

Gods. It’s hardly like him at all, so strained and quiet and breathy. Your heart is pounding incessantly in your chest at the sound of it.

“Do you want to— turn back over,” you manage, pulling out.

Diluc is still making hiccuping, strained gasps. It worries you a little, not being able to gauge his expression, but when the two of you finally manage to get him rolled onto his back it feels like your heart has stopped entirely.

His face is entirely flushed, blush creeping down across his chest and shoulders. You reach down, slipping your thumb across his cheekbone. There’s tear streaks. “Diluc. Does it hurt a lot? Do you want to stop?”

He shakes his head. “It feels good. It feels so good that it startled me.”

Gods. Is this how he feels? He’s relinquished everything to you, now, and it makes you feel as though you’re bursting with the sheer weight of his trust.

You lean down, peppering kisses across his face. His skin feels like fire beneath your lips, his breaths short and staggered.

When you finally draw back, he seems to have calmed just a little. “Sweet boy,” you murmur. He shivers. “I’m going to put it in again. Tell me if it’s uncomfortable, hm?”

Diluc’s hands slip down to your wrists where you’re gripping his hips. “I will.”

The first thrust has him yelping. It’s the same sound he made when you went down on him for the first time. That startled, desperate cry, strangled with lust.

You heave his hips up, working in tandem to find a rhythm.

Diluc makes a sound you’ve never heard from him before. You half hesitate, unsure, but the look on his face tells you that you’ve found the right spot. You push your hips forward again, nudging against his prostate as you slide in.

Diluc’s cock jerks, his entire back arching as he flails almost uncontrollably. It feels surreal, seeing him like this beneath you.

“Look at you,” you babble, half out of your mind, “it feels good, doesn’t it?”

Diluc fishmouths, gasping desperately for air. “It’s— It feels strange.”

You fist his cock in time with your thrusts, shivering at the sight of just how much precome he’s producing. He’s always been one to get wet easily, dripping all over the sheets, but this is on an entirely different level.

“Wait, I’m coming—“ he sobs, eyes squeezed shut. You fuck forward once more, grinding in deep.

His prick jerks in your hand as he comes, shooting up the length of his chest and stomach. It seems like his orgasm lasts forever, his hips pressing up into the grip of your hand as you continue to grind into him.

You both pant helplessly against each other for what feels like an eternity. You can feel Diluc jolting beneath you, like his orgasm still hasn’t quite finished ravaging through him long after he’s finished coming.

You can’t stop the babbling string of praises that keep slipping from your lips. He’s so good. So lovely. You can’t believe how well he took it.

You draw back, finally, and try not to stare too long at the way Diluc’s hole looks post-fuck. It’s enough of a sight to make you want nothing more than to roll him over again and rail him until he cries, but you have to remind yourself that you did promise to go easy on him. Somewhat.

Come streaks his chest. As much as you’d like to bask in the afterglow a little longer, you know it’ll start irritating Diluc sooner or later. He doesn’t even complain vocally, but when he has a sour expression on his face for the next Archons know how long, it’s much easier just to mitigate the annoyance now.

You lean over to the nightstand. Luckily, you’ve had enough foresight to prepare for this dilemma. Diluc’s arms wind around your waist even as you fumble for the cloth, holding you steady.

He’s being so needy. You settle back next to him once you’ve claimed your bounty, but Diluc’s grip doesn’t loosen.

“Hm? You’re being awfully clingy, Master Ragnvindr,” you tease. Diluc says nothing, merely watches you in a daze as you work on wiping him clean.

When you’ve finished your work you finally give yourself a moment to admire him. How you’ve wrecked him.

“Sweet boy,” you murmur, slipping a hand to his face. Diluc is entirely fucked out. You’ve only seen him like this a few times before, after hours of edging, strung tight on aphrodisiacs.

“Want to go again?” you ask cheerily. It takes Diluc a moment, but he manages a frown.

“I’m going to need a minute.”

It feels a little bit like a victory, having fucked him so thoroughly that the remnants of pleasure still have him breathless. Maybe this has sparked something dangerous inside of you.

But the look on Diluc’s face, all flushed cheeks and wet eyelashes, tells you that you don’t really care.

He’s soft and complacent in your arms, his breath still coming in short, startled bursts. You’re both a mess, honestly, both sweaty and surrounded by a mess of bedsheets, but there’s time to clean up later. It doesn’t need to happen now.

Not when Diluc is so perfectly nuzzled in your embrace like this. Not when he’s murmuring praises of love and adoration. He tells you he loves you like it’s a sacred prayer. You repeat the sentiment, head bowed against his.

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“Absolutely not,” Diluc sputters.

You sigh up at him. After all the work it took to get in this position considering your injuries, now he’s being a spoilsport. “Don’t want a blowjob?”

His face flushes at your phrasing. “You’re not kneeling in your condition.”

“I already am,” you shoot back. The three pillows cushioned underneath your knees aren’t actually doing all that much to help the incessant ache creeping up your leg. That damned ankle still hasn’t mended.

Diluc doesn’t leave any more room for stubbornness. He gathers you up into his arms with ease, settling you back on the bed in the most infuriatingly gentle way possible. He takes it upon himself to destroy the pile of pillows you so painstakingly tossed on the floor, his expression steely. Really, he’s no fun at all.

“You’re hard,” you leer.

Diluc clears his throat awkwardly as he fixes the pillows behind your back, leaving you propped comfortably. “I’ll take care of it myself.”

“Diluc.” He halts at the tone of your voice.

“I— we—“ he stumbles. “We can’t. You’re only beginning to heal, and the doctor said—“

He’s rambling. It’s so unlike him. The Diluc Ragnvindr you know would rather not speak at all than make a fool of himself, but here he is, stuttering through excuses.

“Diluc,” you repeat. He stops, and finally makes eye contact with you once more. “Come here.”

His jaw clenches, but he kneels on the edge of the bed obediently.

“C’mon,” you urge. Diluc shuffles, rather awkwardly, on his knees until he’s close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off of him.

“I’m not entirely sure this is a good idea,” he says shakily.

“I am,” you reply cheerily. You guide him forward, tugging one of his legs to rest on your opposite side until he’s straddling you. He’s not even close to resting against you, much less putting any weight on your injuries, but you can still feel the tightness in his muscles as he moves. He’s overly cautious, as always.

You grab him by the backs of his thighs, yanking him forward until his hips are inches from your face. His breath catches, hand shooting out to brace himself against the headboard above your head. Much better.

“This is a terrible idea,” he mutters again.

“So you keep saying. Yet here you are.” You grin up at him. Diluc only huffs out a breath in response.

You nuzzle against his cock, perfectly at eye level with you leaned against the headboard like this. There’s a smug part of you that is utterly satisfied that your plan has worked out so well after all.

“I think,” he gasps, flushed right down to his chest, “this may be too much for me.”

“You’ll be fine,” you say cheerily, half into the bulging fabric in front of you. It’s an excellent view. He’s left his hair down today, and it frames his face beautifully.

Given it’s his first blowjob, you’ll make sure to give him the full service. You hold him firmly in place by his thighs, relishing in how firm and sturdy they feel beneath your hands. You’ve always know Diluc was fit, given he swings around a claymore and moves entire barrels of wine like it’s nothing. But feeling the ripple of his muscles beneath your fingers, seeing his bulging, solid pectoral muscles and abdomen from this angle— Maybe you do have a kink for muscles after all.

You continue to mouth at him through his trousers, dampening the fabric with your saliva. He’s being awfully quiet, just as he was when he first got off in front of you. You peek up at him.

His eyes are squeezed tightly shut, forehead tilted against the wall.

There’s no need to delay any longer, and you swiftly tug his belt open. His breathing is already rapid, and only quickens once you pull the button of his trousers open. He’s so hard just from a little kissing. The thought sends a shiver down your spine.

Archons.

Seeing his cock this close… You had thought before that it was pretty, but now you’re even more sure. It seems absurd, to call a prick pretty. But Diluc’s is. Maybe it’s a result of his fine family pedigree. Maybe it’s just because it’s Diluc Ragnvindr.

You nuzzle against his length, breathing in his scent. Diluc groans gently, head dipping down.

“Did you just bathe?” you ask. He smells like soap, the soft and slightly sweet kind that only nobles can ever afford. But there’s a heady, manly undercurrent that has your fingers trembling with need.

He doesn’t answer. Maybe he can’t, given the way he’s gnawing at his bottom lip in an attempt to stifle the sounds he’s making.

You suck in a breath as you circle your fingers around his length, giving him a few firm strokes. Prettiest cock in Teyvat, surely.

Diluc gasps when you slip your other hand up to cup his balls, leaning forward to press your lips against them. “Nice and full, hm?”

He chokes on his words, head thumping forward against the wall. He’s going to concuss himself at this rate. The only thing that comes out of his mouth is an indiscernible jumble of words.

You suckle one of his balls into your mouth, lips pursed around his silken skin. Diluc’s entire body shivers, back stiffening, his prick throbbing hotly in your hand.

You pull away for a brief moment. “Look, Diluc.”

“I can’t,” he trembles. “I’ll come.”

“It’s your first time. Come as many times as you want,” you soothe. To say you love a cock seems to be a bit salacious, but Gods, Diluc’s is up there with the best.

He makes an indecipherable sound in response. At the very least, he’s no longer just squeezing his eyes shut. But the way he’s looking down at you, eyes half-lidded and glazed, makes your heart race. Now that you’ve gotten his attention, though, it can’t hurt to put on a show.

You push his shirt up a little more, gripping his bare hip with your free hand as you jerk him. You slow down the pace just to focus on his glans, working your fingers relentlessly over his drooling head. There’s another thud above you as Diluc jerks, a startled, guttural groan escaping his bitten lips. You can feel how hard he’s trembling, can feel the way his muscles are straining as he fights to keep himself still.

Enough teasing.

The noise he makes when your tongue flicks against his glans is too loud, but you can’t find it in yourself to hold back just for the sake of not being found out by others in the house.

It’s difficult, at first, getting your jaw to relax enough to take Diluc in. Even more difficult given the fact that Diluc is a wreck above you, hands thudding against the wall and his entire body trembling with every movement you make. It seems unfair for a man to be as beautiful as he is, as wealthy as he is, and have an obnoxiously large cock. Maybe it’s proof that he truly is adored by the heavens. Visions are meaningless when you’ve got the biggest cock in Mondstadt.

Vulgar sounds come from your mouth as you work his cock, saliva oozing from your lips and wetting Diluc’s prick.

This man has survived death. Fought more battles than you’ll ever see in your life. Known bloodshed intimately.

But here he is, falling apart from getting his cock sucked.

The thought spurs you on. Diluc writhes with every bob of your head. You fondle his balls as you take him down your throat, squeezing as if to milk his orgasm out of him.

He melts under your languid movements, groaning every time your tongue slides down his length. It’s not easy to take him deep, not by any means, but you’re on enough pain medication for any feelings of discomfort to be relatively dulled.

The sound Diluc makes when he finally hits the back of your throat makes it more than worth it. You catch his eyes, and he looks— startled, almost, all flushed and dazed and lovely.

You haven’t done this in a long time, but it’s worth a shot.

You let your jaw go slack, tilting forward. Diluc wheezes as his cock slides deeper into your throat. He’s too big to take in fully, but it’s enough.

It’s clear he’s doing everything in his power to stop his hips from fucking forward unrestrained in pursuit of pleasure, knuckles white where his hands are pressed against the wall. Diluc’s face is contorted with bliss, lips parted and sweat dripping down the length of his neck.

“I’m coming,” he rasps suddenly. His hips startle forward with such force that it’s certainly involuntary. You nearly choke, but you don’t have the time to process your near-death-by-cock before he’s coming into the back of your throat. You have no choice but to swallow, and it’s all you can do to not suffocate as Diluc trembles through his orgasm.

“Sorry, sorry,” he rambles, even as he’s still coming into your mouth. He jerks his hips back to give you air but you hold him firmly, coaxing him through it.

It feels like an eternity before you finally let him go. Diluc sways as he moves from over top of you, barely holding his balance before he crumples next to you on the bed. His face is still red and glistening with sweat, but he looks lovely like this. He’s always lovely, no matter the state of him.

“Good cock,” you murmur, more than self-satisfied. Your voice is completely shot. You wipe at your mouth with the back of your hand, sloppy with come and saliva.

You pat Diluc’s stomach affectionately with your clean hand. Diluc makes a strangled noise. “You’re too much for me.”

He slurs the word like he’s intoxicated. It’s just as amusing as it is endearing, seeing him like this. Boneless. He hasn’t even managed to zip his trousers back up.

“Was it good?” you ask.

Diluc makes a sound between a laugh and a sob. “Fucking hell.”

“Want a kiss?” you say, half-jokingly. You did just swallow his come, after all.

Diluc pushes himself up, pressing his mouth to yours.

He’s right. Fucking hell.

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