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[It's getting late. Or early. Even the most hardcore of the Angel's Share's clientele are being gently (or not) herded out by Diluc. Until finally he turns to scan the bar and... still, there is a bard perched on a stool, surrounded by empty bottles.

Diluc takes a moment to ponder how the fuck he got in this situation, where his god will bum around in his bar drinking all the best wine without paying. Then:]

We're closing, bard.

[Venti never gave reason for his visits. There was no warning, no guessing-- only that he'd wait for the rest of the patrons to vanish before stealthily making himself comfortable at the bar; content as can be.]

Aww, but I've only just begun. Why not stay and join me, it could be fun.

I don't indulge in alcohol. Besides, as I said, we're closing.

[he's never quite kicked the bard out. leaving him there isn't much better, but, well. sometimes you lose patience with your wayward god and do actually trust him enough to think he'll only drink you out of house and home, rather than actually stealing anything else.]

[He won't do a thing to stop Diluc from preparing for closing. All he does is spin on his bar stool to watch him more closely.]

That's no fun at all. Let me see... If what you're looking for isn't the company-- Then perhaps you'd prefer a private performance. Something lively and breathtaking that will make your heart dance.

It sounds like you have something specific in mind.

[offhandedly, as he keeps going through the motions of closing.]

I have offered many performances throughout the years-- though I typically reserve these kinds for a special few.

[Casually, he hops the bar, lightly pressing Diluc's back to it. There's nothing about him that reads as the sort who could make good on that sort of force-- but that's it's own sort of charm. His face is innocent but his tone...]

After all... this is a song and dance that's best performed by two.

[Diluc pauses, breath catching...

and examines Venti, searching.]

Venti...

Master Diluc~

[Small, swift hands easily find and unfasten the top of Diluc's pants as he leans into him.]

...If you're sure.

[but he's leaning in, down, to draw Venti into a kiss.]

[He doesn't feel the need to say one way or the other, instead tilting his head up into the kiss-- even as he makes room for his hands to sneak down into Diluc's pants.]

[MOVING PRETTY QUICK THERE BUDDY

Diluc doesn't stop him, but he's definitely not even really hardening yet, making a soft humming noise and focusing on the kiss.]

[LISTEN, it doesn't occur to him that the favorable aspect is more romantic than sexual when he's your partner.

But he is more than happy to take his time; touches soft and exploratory-- starting with more innocent expanses of skin... his hips and lower stomach for starters.]

[Diluc in turn strokes his hands up and down Venti's back, warm and... affectionate, maybe? Soft and pleasant, as he kisses him with a similar air.]

[Oh-- it's a soft and warm feeling. It's not what he expected and yet Venti softly melts into it.]

[SOMETIMES SOMEONE REALLY LIKES YOU IN SPITE OF EVERYTHING,,

and they may be emotionally constipated but they are also, like. trying.]

[HOW STRANGE...

But he finds that oddity endearing coming from Diluc. A soft, fluttering wind comes off the Archon, touching Diluc in several places at once. An affectionate brush at his cheek... a small, playful gust sneaking up under his shirt...]

[he gasps softly into the kiss, pulling venti just a little bit closer to him with the hands on his lower back.]

[Venti makes a pleased sound into the kiss, slowly pressing to deepen it.]

[Diluc is entirely cooperative, parting his lips and boldly sliding their tongues together.]

[If he didn’t know any better he’d say that Diluc was the one plucking his strings. His face is a nice pink shade as the kiss intensifies.]

[Diluc is taking his time, savoring this closeness. But he's definitely hardening sgsinst Venti's belly, too.]

[Diluc made him stop and enjoy this—- now he has to suffer.

Venti hums softly, not letting the kiss break fully. He lifts his hands up, sliding affectionately down Diluc’s neck to slowly start unbuttoning his shirt.]

[Diluc follows suit, hands seeking out however to do away with Venti's little corset.]

[It's no easy task-- but more time for Venti to take his kisses to the newly exposed parts of Diluc's body; tender yet heated kisses trailing down parts of his neck and further yet to his exposed chest.]

[Diluc focuses on that damned corset, arching his back to press into the heat of Venti's mouth.]

[With just a bit of patience, the corset can be undone. Venti never stops though, flicking his tongue over the tip of Diluc's nipple before sucking it in between his lips-- ever so gently teasing it with his teeth.]

Mnnh... Venti...

[goodbye corset, one of his hands is coming up to curl in fluffy hair.]