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You, in some form or fashion.

[It's not an especially useful answer, but it's an honest one. What he wants right now, more than anything, is to overwhelm Thoma's senses as he continues to chase the heat that being this close to him brings. As a lesser but still important priority, he wants that heat to reach a climax--and for Thoma to experience the same.

Those are all abstractions, however, and what Thoma needs is something concrete and actionable. So he continues, speaking into Thoma's skin as he kisses down his jaw and neck.]

I want your hands and mouth all over me, and I want to do the same to you.

[And here, for the briefest of moments, he hesitates.]

I just... may need a bit of guidance.

[That's as close as he's coming to admitting that he's never done this before, and he follows it with a light nip to Thoma's skin so that he doesn't have that much time to overthink the full implications of it.]

[ As much as that initial request is lacking in specifics, it still makes heat roll through him. A noise that might be the beginnings of a moan slip from his lips, muffled by the back of his own hand as Diluc turns his attention elsewhere, painting lines of fire over his skin with his mouth.

And when Diluc finally gives words to his desires, everything in Thoma can’t help but cry yes. His mouth almost follows suit if not for that brief second of hesitation, the way Diluc tries to cover it up with the pleasant sting of teeth against his skin. ]

Diluc…

[ Thoma’s hands find his partner’s shoulders, easing him away just a bit. He is all for getting tangled up in one another, but he needs to look Diluc in the eyes, needs to know that this is what he truly desires, before they get lost completely.

Green eyes find crimson ones in the dark, searching despite the heat that still lingers there. His hand slips from the other man’s shoulder to the side of his face. ]

If that’s what you really want… then let me go first. Let me teach you.

[ His thumb traces the crest of Diluc’s cheekbone, soft tone gone so fond he feels like he might burst with it. ]

Let me show you how much I love you.

[Diluc really should have known better than to expect Thoma to let it go, even with the temporary distraction of the biting. He never has let him get away with pushing through with things without discussion or consideration before, so of course he isn't about to allow it here.

Thoma pushes him back, and without thinking he grabs at the fabric of his tunic to prevent the distance from getting too far. Mercifully, it's only enough so that his partner can look him in the eyes, gaze both wanting and appraising. Diluc's own expression is a blend of many things: desire, warmth, uncertainty, exhilaration, trust.

What isn't reflected in his eyes is any sense of doubt. He wants this, and badly.

And then Thoma takes his breath away with his offer. Not because of the proposed action itself, but because of the last three words of how it's presented. The full weight of it slowly spreads across him, eyes widening with the realization of it.]

How much you...?

[Archons, he doesn't deserve this. Two lovers, warm and caring and kind in ways he hasn't allowed himself to even entertain being for literal years. Two remarkable people, who understand him and each provide their own way of forcing him to confront himself and maybe, just maybe, start to heal. The stars and the sunshine, both lighting his way as he insists on navigating night and shadow.

He's not worthy of it. But in moments like these, he wants to try to be.

Words escape him at first, and instead he catches Thoma's face in his hands and kisses him. There's less hunger in the gesture, overwhelmed with feelings as he is at the moment, but it's no less passionate for it. And then, murmured into his lips, comes the reply.]

I love you. Please, teach me.

[ Realization hits Diluc like the dawn, and Thoma is utterly enraptured by the way it plays over his face, the slight widening of his eyes, the way he tries and fails to speak, and at last the way he answers the declaration with a kiss the likes of which they’ve never shared before. It’s beautiful, all of it, and not for the first time Thoma thanks his lucky stars for bringing not one, but two wholly incredible people into his life. People with whom he can share so much, including his very heart.

It’s a rather big night for all of them, it seems, as this isn’t the first declaration of love he’s given tonight, but the thrill of having that sentiment returned is no less poignant as when Ori had done it. Their little corner of the garden threatens to spill over with sunlight, but Thoma tamps it down. They’re meant to be hiding, here. ]

I will.

[ So saying, he guides Diluc to the garden wall that makes up part of their little alcove, pressing his back against it and crowding into his space for another kiss, this one more heated than the last as the desire they share rises to the surface once more. One hand curls into Diluc’s hair, taking it by the fistful to grip - he doesn’t pull, but the tension is there, the faint promise of more. His other hand drifts southward, tracing the lines of Diluc’s body beneath his costume until it comes to rest where he’s most wanting. It’s teasing, the way his palm presses against the bulge in Diluc’s tights, testing. He wants his partner’s reaction to guide him, though… ]

Careful not to be too loud now.

[This isn't Diluc's first declaration of love tonight, either, but with Ori he managed to be a great deal more composed about it. It's partly a result of how worked up he is and partly due to the way that Thoma so effortlessly catches him off-guard.

The tension of Thoma gripping his hair and the anticipation of him fulfilling the unspoken promise related to it causes him to shiver. His other hand traveling downward similarly makes him squirm. Diluc is entirely at Thoma's mercy here, and he's surprised by how much he absolutely loves it. There's something exciting and freeing about trusting someone enough to simply let himself go. And he trusts Thoma wholeheartedly.

(That's not to say that there isn't a part of him that's also eager to turn the tables and make Thoma come apart at the seams as well. But that will be later, after this "instruction" is finished.)

Thoma's hand presses into the core of Diluc's desire, and several reactions happen in relative quick succession. A sharp breath in. A bitten-back moan. An involuntary rock of his hips, aching for more attention. A thick, heavy swallow. And then, shakily;]

I'm sure you aren't about to make staying quiet easy.

[Even the excitement of that challenge, of having to remain quiet even as Thoma touches and teases and makes his body sing, quickens his pulse.]

[ Diluc’s reaction is everything he hoped for and more. The brief look of bliss that crosses his lover’s face is so perfect, so utterly enticing that Thoma can’t help but press his palm against Diluc’s erection again, providing the smallest bit of friction yet again. ]

Of course not. That’s part of the fun, isn’t it?

[ Comes the low response as Thoma leans in to claim Diluc’s lips in a searing kiss, catching his lower lip in his teeth briefly before he pulls away. There’s something wicked and heated in his green eyes, the corner of his mouth quirking upward.

Diluc does love a challenge, and the fact that they stand on opposite sides of this conflict, coupled with the very real possibility that they could be caught only heightens the experience. It makes his pulse quicken, makes the heat building between them burn impossibly bright.

But it also means they haven’t much time for teasing before they’re forced to play their roles. His hand catches the waistband of Diluc’s tights, working them down until he bobs free from the confines of his costume. ]

I hope you pay attention. Unless you want a repeat lesson.

[ He kisses Diluc one last time, rough and hungry, and then he’s gone, pulling away from Diluc’s space to sink eagerly to his knees. ]

[This time, Diluc isn't quite able to stifle the low moan that rises from his chest as Thoma teases him again. The sound isn't loud, but it's still louder than he would have liked. He resolves not to let it happen again, because damn is Thoma correct that the challenge is part of the thrill. And thanks to the dreamscape and the way that the competitiveness is now entangled with their desire, everything is a challenge. Their kisses are rough and hungry, and he finds himself honestly disappointed that Thoma hasn't actually pulled his hair yet.

One thing they agree on, however, is that they don't have the luxury of endless time to explore each other. Thoma pulls his tights down just enough to release him, and Diluc sighs with the newfound lack of fabric restraining him. He sincerely cannot remember the last time he felt so hard and aching like this.

As his partner sinks to his knees, he buries his hands in his hair. He looks nice with his hair down like this. When this dreamshift is over, he'll have to tell him so.]

You say that like I won't want a repeat lesson regardless.

[That said, Diluc is paying rapt attention to Thoma's every move.

[ Thoma looks up at his partner, that spark of competition, of mischief, still present in his eye, even given his current position. ]

Maybe when we get out of this place. Then I can really tease you.

[ Which implies that, were time not of the essence, he would have spent a lot more time palming Diluc through his pants, testing the limits of his patience before finally relenting.

Now, though, faced with Diluc’s arousal, he licks his lips in anticipation, fingers curling around the base of his cock. He dips his head to lick a trail along the underside of his shaft, from base to tip - where he cleans away the bit of precum gathered there with a playful flick of his tongue. There is only a brief pause, his gaze still focused upward towards his lover’s face.

Seemingly satisfied with whatever he sees play across Diluc’s expression, he at last draws his length into the sweet, moist heat of his mouth, his tongue pressed flat against him. When he has taken Diluc as much as he’s able to, he begins to move - slowly, at first, if only to allow Diluc to get used to the sensation - cheeks hollowed to suck. ]

[It's a shame that they're pressed for time, because the thought of teasing each other until one of them snaps is almost as thrilling as their attempts to remain quiet while doing this in a semi-public place. The competition, the rough playfulness, the rush of victory--or the sweet relief of giving in. Somehow, fighting him and losing is almost more appealing than the alternative.

Diluc sure is learning a lot about himself over the course of this dreamshift.

Thoma's hand wrapping around him causes him to take in a sharp breath, which is the slowly and shakily released as his tongue expertly moves along the length of him. The feeling is intoxicating, and the sight of it is beautiful and erotic in a way he can't quite describe. Crimson meets green in the briefest of moments, and Diluc breathes a soft please to urge him to continue.

He isn't left waiting, and he isn't disappointed.

He braces himself against the wall with one hand and tightens his grip on Thoma's hair with the other. The moments are slow, but they still set his body aflame with pleasure. Like he always does, Thoma is taking care of him.]

Good... you're so good...

[Diluc's voice is low and thick with lust and want and the need to keep quiet, but he makes sure that's loud enough for Thoma to hear. He deserves to hear it.]

[ Oh, he wants to burn every moment of this encounter into his memory. The way Diluc tastes, the way he smells, every barely-restrained noise and plea from his mouth, the sweet pull of his fingers in Thoma’s hair. All of it is gorgeous, perfect, thrilling and unfairly erotic.

As much as he wishes for someplace private to really take his time with Diluc, he knows this moment wouldn’t be the same without the sense of urgency, the risk, and the dreamscape-induced rivalry between them.

And then Diluc calls him good. It strikes something deep in him, a clarion bell of desire that reverberates through his flesh, through his very bones. How cruel of Diluc to call him that not knowing what it does to him. He can’t help the noise he makes, a groan that’s more felt than heard, reverberating from the depths of his chest to his lover seated deep in his mouth.

Fuck, that’s good.

His motions pick up the pace by degrees, Diluc slipping in and out of the velvet heat of his mouth with ease, coaxing him closer and closer to sweet release. He’s guided by Diluc’s body, his voice. If Thoma takes care to be cognisant of his partner’s needs in everyday things, then he redoubles his efforts here, seeing the things Diluc likes and giving him more.

Eventually, his own fingers start to get in his way, and he pulls them away from the base of Diluc’s cock and brings them to rest at his hip instead, giving him more room to take Diluc in to the hilt. The tip of his cock meets the resistance of the back of Thoma’s throat, and he swallows against him, eager to see him undone. ]

[The challenge to keep quiet becomes more and more difficult as Thoma continues, particularly as he groans around his cock. He feels the vibration reverberate through him, pleasure spreading from the epicenter. A sharp ah-- escapes his lips before he muffles himself, bringing the hand not in Thoma's hair up to his face and balling it into a fist in front of his mouth.

From there, they fall into a wordless and increasingly exciting call and response, Diluc responding to Thoma's ministrations and Thoma adjusting in kind. He's amazing, far better than Diluc feels he deserves, able to give him exactly what he wants and things he doesn't even realize he needs. It's always true, but feels especially so here where Diluc is so far out of his own depth. But he drowns happily, knowing that Thoma is right there to hold onto him.

The dreamshift, the family rivalry, the "play" they've been given by the man in the moon... none of it matters. All that exists in this moment is the two of them and this intimate act they're sharing.

The swallow is what does him in. He hits his peak and tumbles right over the edge of it, coming with a loud grunt even as he would much prefer to scream. In the throes of pleasure (and in response to the restraint of keeping it quiet), he clings to Thoma's hair so tightly that he might as well be pulling it.

After he's spent, he goes slack against the wall behind him and lets go of Thoma, running his fingers over the other man's scalp lightly in a silent apology for the rough treatment. His gaze remains fixed downward, unable to look away from this beautiful, perfect man.]

[ The way Diluc’s fist suddenly tightens in his hair would tell him everything he needs to know, the sting sharp but not unpleasant, but he’s still watching as well, and he sees the way Diluc’s face contorts as he reaches the height of his pleasure. The way he’s trying so very hard not to make a sound as he spends himself down Thoma’s throat.

One day, they’ll do this for real, and somewhere that Diluc needn’t worry about being too loud. He wants to hear him, next time.

He drinks down any evidence of their tryst, coaxing Diluc through the aftershocks of his orgasm with gentle little motions of his mouth, before he eventually draws away from him entirely. Whatever mess might remain clinging to Diluc’s skin, he takes care of with his tongue.

His gaze flicks upward again, and the complete adoration in Diluc’s eyes makes his stomach flip. ]

Did you enjoy yourself?

[Thoma is nothing if not thorough, and Diluc shivers and sighs as he makes sure there's no evidence of what's just happened left behind. Even though he's coming down from his orgasm, he still has to admit that Thoma on his knees is quite the sight. He takes it in, certain that the memory of it will help him occupy at least one lonely night in the future.]

I did. Thank you.

[When Thoma finishes, he tucks himself back into his tights before lowering himself to his knees so that he's at the same level. He pulls Thoma in for a kiss, softer and more affectionate than the way they had kissed before, and as he pulls back he notices something on his neck. He brushes away a bit of hair and confirms that yes, there's a mark there. And another further up, closer to his jawline.

He huffs, amused.]

It seems I'm not the only person you've seduced tonight.

[~~As if he himself didn't initiate this particular turn of events by pushing Thoma into a wall.~~

There isn't an ounce of malice or accusation in his tone. He has it on pretty authority who this other person might be.]

[ If Thoma has his way after this, “lonely nights” will be much fewer and farther between for all of them. Surely even after this brief taste (ha) of intimacy, it will be difficult to go without it for long. They’re all so enamored with one another, it couldn’t happen any other way.

He smiles briefly at Diluc before their lips come together, soft and sweet, the taste of his partner yet lingering on his tongue. When they part, there’s something fond and teasing on the tip of his tongue, but Diluc’s attention diverts as he reveals the marks on his neck. Thoma looks a little sheepish, but it’s only for show. ]

I might have run into Ori earlier.

[ One eyebrow arches. ]

Are you also going to give me something to remember you by?

[Diluc finds himself feeling a touch regretful that his own meeting with Ori earlier in the night had been so chaste. It had been wonderful, and he certainly doesn't regret telling her that he loves her and comparing her to the stars. But now he can't help but imagine how beautiful she must look in moments of passion, either with him or with Thoma. Or, most ideally, with both of them.

Lonely nights are definitely going to be less and less frequent, if how they're all behaving in this dreamshift is any indication.

He meets Thoma's faux-sheepish look with a grin, leaning in to press soft kisses to both marks left by their mutual lover.]

I'll leave the marking of your neck to her. There are other parts of you I'm much more interested in.

[He reaches down and pulls on Thoma's tights, lowering them just enough to free him from the confines of the fabric.]

[ He hums lightly as Diluc gives some gentle attention to the marks left by Ori, and not for the first time Thoma has to wonder what it would feel like to have both their mouths on him at once. Archons willing, he won’t have to wonder for too much longer. ]

If you say so.

[ There might be a very slight hint of disappointment in his voice, but that quickly goes right out the window as Diluc tugs his tights aside and Thoma bobs free from the confines of his costume. A startled little hiss escapes from between his teeth as the night air brushes flushed skin. It’s obvious instantly how much he aches for this, his own need left unattended while he brought Diluc to his peak. ]

Not even going to let me stand up first?

[ If Diluc got to enjoy the sight of him on his knees, then he should get to enjoy the same. His hand slides into Diluc’s hair, fingers curling tight in crimson locks to tug him forward for a searing kiss – heated but brief, as the idea of Diluc’s mouth around him is now so very close to becoming reality. That hand stays in Diluc’s hair, bracing himself as he gets to his feet and puts Diluc face to face with his desire. ]

Mm. I hope you were paying attention earlier.

Edited (noticed a typo, don't look at me) 2022-03-08 19:32 (UTC)

We're running short on time.

[That's the only reason. It certainly isn't impatience, or a desire to do Thoma what's been done to him. Just timing.

He hadn't planned on stopping Thoma from standing up--he sort of figured he would, and it sounds like a much more comfortable position than lying in the dirt and plants at their feet. But if he had, that thought would have left him the moment Thoma seizes him by the hair. The sting sings through his nerves, pleasant and painful, and if not for Thoma kissing him he might have requested that he actually pull.

Thoma stands, and for a few moments Diluc simply takes it the sight of him as he's held in place. If his lover was a beautiful sight on his knees, he's even more beautiful now that their positions are reversed. Diluc no longer aches with desire, but there's still something deep and carnal that wants to please. That wants to hear every noise, take in every sight and scent and taste of him.

The banter breaks him from his reverie, but only just. His expression shifts into a lopsided grin.]

I'm a quick study.

[And with that, he leans in and presses a kiss to the tip of Thoma's cock. He pulls back a few inches to lick the precum off his lips and consider the taste. It... well, it tastes like Thoma. He'd like to taste more of it.

He leans back in, taking Thoma into his mouth in earnest this time as far as he can manage and wrapping fingers around the base where his mouth can't quite reach. After a pause--during which he more or less decides that he can't overthink this and needs to just go with it--he begins to slowly move up and down and suck lightly.]

[ There are a lot of things about this night that Thoma is going to remember for a long time to come. The way Diluc looks at him, the shift in his expression that Thoma can’t put a name to but that sparks something hot in him regardless, the little lopsided grin he’s given as Diluc quips back.

Each moment is more perfect than the last, but nothing compares to the feather-light press of lips to the tip of his cock, and finally, the sweet warmth of Diluc’s mouth around him. Thoma manages to bite back a moan, his eyes fixed on the man kneeling before him, his fingers curling tight into flame-colored hair. ]

Diluc…

[ Breathed out, his voice tight with pleasure, barely above a whisper. His hips twitch a little with the motions of his lover’s mouth. ]

Just like that.

[Hearing Thoma say his name like that, breathless and and needing, doubles Diluc's resolve to make this experience as perfect for his lover as it has been for him. He picks up his pace, gaining confidence as he goes, and grips Thoma's hip so tightly with his free hand that he lightly bruises the skin there. It seems he's marking Thoma with the memory of this encounter after all.

As he brings Thoma closer to the brink, he remembers what had him come undone and decides to give it a try. He removes his hand and endeavors to take Thoma deeper into his mouth, bit by bit. The first attempt to surround him entirely with his mouth and throat isn't wholly successful, causing Diluc to pull back with a cough. He rebounds quickly, however, going back to his original pace up and down Thoma's cock to keep him worked up until he feels ready to try again.

This time, he manages it. It's not the most pleasant of feelings, practically gagged as he is, but it's also--somehow--an amazing one. He hums and swallows around Thoma, urging him onward and over the edge.]

[ The throb of pain through his hip as Diluc holds him tight enough to bruise only makes the pleasure of his ministrations all the sweeter. The two sensations collide and crest and spill over like molten steel, white hot and searing him from the inside out.

Diluc wasn’t kidding when he called himself a quick study, but then Thoma should not have expected any less. DIluc burns bright in everything he does, not willing to do anything by half. The hot, wet slide of his mouth and tongue over Thoma’s length is heavenly and sinful all at once, and just about when Thoma is starting to see stars in the edge of his vision, Diluc tries to dive right in and take all of him at once.

The cough startles him, and Thoma manages a quiet, breathless, ]

Diluc, you don’t have to–

[ But, not to be deterred, his lover takes him in again, and Thoma’s words are choked off in a moan that he has to clap his hand over his mouth to stop. Archons, this man is going to be the death of him.

Everything has gone so hazy and warm that Thoma almost doesn’t realize that Diluc has tried again and succeeded at swallowing him down to the hilt until his eyes refocus on the man kneeling before him to see him pressed so terribly close, his hands on Thoma’s hips. And then Diluc’s throat works against him, tugging something in him unbearably tight. ]

I’m so–

[ Close, but the word never makes it out of his mouth. One more sweet motion of Diluc’s mouth, another eager swallow, and Thoma comes undone. He makes a small, high-pitched noise though his nose as he spills down Diluc’s throat, vision gone white with pleasure. His hand stays in Diluc’s hair, grip tight, holding him in place as he rides out the the waves of his orgasm. ]

[Diluc flinches at the sensation of Thoma spilling down his throat, a consequence of unfamiliarity and not knowing what to expect until it happens. He doesn't move to pull away, remaining still for as long as his lover needs him to--and still would have, even without being held in place.

When he finally is able to pull away, he lets go, sits back on his heels, and looks up at Thoma. The parting is anything but grateful, accompanied by a gag and some more coughing as he self-consciously wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand. But there's no major embarrassment, thankfully, and he makes no attempt to stifle the smile that spreads across his face. It's an unusually earnest expression, especially from the likes of him.

Any semblance of the familial rivalry is totally forgotten. If it weren't for the stupid clothes they still wore, it would be easy to forget that they're in a dreamscape at all.

There's a lot he could say. There's a lot he's wants to say. But the phrase that wins out is, simply:]

How did I do?

[ Even in the pleasant haze of having just come down from his orgasm, Thoma feels a pang of concern that Diluc might have done more than he was ready for when he pulls away with a soft gag and a cough. He looks down again to make sure his partner is okay and is met with a smile that instantly evaporates his worries.

Thoma laughs, bright and fond and wholly sated, and spares a quick moment to tuck himself back into his ridiculous tights before he once again kneels down to get on Diluc’s level.

His fingers comb through Diluc’s loose locks, soothing over the spot where he’d held on so tightly. ]

You were wonderful.

[ And he leans in for a kiss, eager to taste himself on Diluc’s lips. ]

[Diluc notices the brief concern cross Thoma's face, but is glad when it vanishes once he realizes that he's all right. It wasn't the most pleasant or graceful experience, but he managed not to completely choke. All he needs is more practice.

He's looking forward to doing exactly that. Especially if it's going to be followed with hands in his hair and a kiss like this one, slow and sated and somehow just as passionate as the heated ones from earlier.

Archons, he's head over heels for this man. How is it that he hasn't been able to say so before tonight?

Their lips part after a bit, and he still can't stop smiling.]

I wish we didn't have to go back.

[ Perhaps the very nature of the dreamscape itself - forced rivalry aside - makes feelings of affection so much easier to voice. They’re in a play about lovers, after all.

But in truth, Thoma doesn’t know if he could have gone much longer without expressing the depths of his devotion. He has always been a dedicated sort, but in matters of the heart, perhaps he’s even moreso.

Thoma grins in return once they part, resting his forehead against Diluc’s. ]

I know. But at the same time… I want to do this again, with you in the real world. With Ori too. I’m looking forward to it.

[ He angles his head to press a quick kiss against the corner of Diluc’s mouth. ]

Promise me we’ll find each other again after this.

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