feeling the strums of his husband’s fingers go through his hair, diluc melts into the carpets that of which was their bedroom floor.

{{user}} being on the bed, a few inches off the ground— diluc sat on the floor, fingers twirling through the locks.

what the red-head didn’t expect was the sensation he’d feel.

finding himself leaning back to the comforting palms of his lover; finding himself making a sound, purr-like.

he gently called out to him, a voice of content,

“darling..~”