Thread by @mectroliz

#luckae

Kaeya is so, so undeniably gorgeous.

Diluc knows that’s a bit obvious. That a lot of people are beautiful. But Kaeya, at least in his eyes, has ascended to another level of human beauty, and he is routinely struck dumb and unsure of how to make a move.

Kaeya thinks he’s distant. In reality, Diluc just struggles for what to say to him.

Long hair he knows for a fact feels like silk that he wants to run his fingers through. Beneath that eyepatch, a stunning golden eye that Diluc will forever hate himself for scarring.

A star in his pupil that seems to always shine; that body, lithe and slender, strong but with curves in all the right places. His tiny waist, his wide hips, thighs worthy of obsession with that gap between, long legs that Diluc fantasizes about having strung over his shoulders.

Kaeya is utterly radiant. When he sits in the low lighting of the tavern, laughing and smiling at something someone’s said, Diluc feels as though he’s trying to approach the sun. Over the years, Kaeya has grown so beautiful he feels out of Diluc’s reach.

He wants nothing more than to pamper Kaeya entirely. To clothe him in the most expensive silks, to adorn him in shining rocks and gems that cost a fortune in and of themselves, to rub perfumed oils into his skin every night. Nothing would be too expensive: nothing too ornate.

Brocades from Liyue, robes from Inazuma and Sumeru, jewelry from Fontaine. Anything and everything. The kind of luxury and overindulgence that would probably leave Kaeya sputtering and frowning. But gods, all Diluc wants is to see him lounging about, wrapped in a silk robe,

delicate chains wrapped around his ankles with little red gems dangling from them, red stain on his lips and a glass of wine in hand; the proper worship for his beauty, the correct adoration for the skin he finds himself in, skin that deserves everything beautiful and fine.

He fantasizes about picking up a brush, gently holding Kaeya’s jaw as he takes that red paint across his lips. Envisions laying him across his bed at home and undoing every fine layer of silk. Imagines pulling Kaeya into his lap, taking him to the tailor’s.

He falls into fantasies of working his hands across Kaeya’s shoulders with oil, listening to his quiet groans as the tension fades away. Working him up so pliant and needy that he’s begging for Diluc to satisfy a different type of need.

Could he convince Kaeya to move into the winery, where his every need could be readily taken care of? Where Diluc could spend his evenings spooning expensive delicacies into his mouth before the fire, stroking his stomach every night until he no longer felt his ribs?

Kaeya is so utterly beautiful, it’s all Diluc can think about. It’s all he can do to stay distracted some days as it consumes his thoughts.

He gets so jealous when others give Kaeya gifts. Dignitaries, acquaintances from other nations. It burns in him like a macabre fire.

His expression sours, behind the bar, when he sees Kaeya perusing letters meant to flatter him and showing Rosaria trinkets and gifts presented to him to win him over. Nothing could compare to what Diluc could offer him. To how Diluc could spoil him through and through.

It rankles under his skin to see others approach Kaeya so easily. Why it does not come as easily for himself, he doesn’t know, but it drives him mad. But he supposes he has a plan.

Someday, he’ll draw Kaeya back home again, and he’ll be the most spoiled spouse in Teyvat.

Perhaps he enjoys the idea of Kaeya being spoiled, sweet, pliant under him every night a bit too much, as he takes his cock in hand and jerks off most nights to his endless parade of thoughts and fantasies.

So strong-willed, yet obedient as he lays in what could be their bed, and opens his mouth for Diluc to press a grape against his tongue. Darting it out to lap up the juice on Diluc’s fingers, moaning that he’ll spread his legs for him if his husband will just not make him wait.

Husband. And ah, he could play the role of a nobleman’s wife so well. A pretty thing kept at home and tended to at every turn. Pampered.

Fucked into the bed every night and meant to be bred and give him an heir, a darker part of Diluc’s mind whispers to him.

If Kaeya was pretty - he would look even prettier with his eyes drooping half shut every morning, Diluc’s seed leaking from his entrance from the night before. Completely fucked out, riding down a wave of bliss, not required to do anything but receive Diluc’s passion again.

Kaeya has no idea what sorts of thoughts he entertains, across the bar.

He’s so goddamned gorgeous.

And one day or another, Diluc will have all that beauty for his own.