On the outside, Diluc was a Noble man, the very concept indoctrinated into his skull the moment the young Lord could comprehend the world around him. From a young age, he had been taught to uphold chivalry, nobility, to acknowledge an essence of respect and kindness for those around him, regardless of their background. Truthfully, such behavior had become muscle memory for Diluc, though he often detested most social interactions (or so he told himself) he found himself falling back into this routine automatically.
Sometimes though, Diluc garnered the wrong attention; A polite smile towards a young florist while making a purchase from Floral Whisper, accidentally taken as a sign of interest - (He genuinely for the life of him couldn't even recall her name, Diana? Dana?) Since that interaction, there were too many fleeting smiles and longing stares directed towards him almost every time he was headed to his place of work. From then on, he took the long route to Angel's Share; Behind the wall, through the dandelions, past the pier and right up the cobble stairs - Entering through the back-door for good measure.
Another incident he could note, was connected to the Knights of Favonius - Bumbling fools - no name knights pitching together, awfully chatty about the relationship between Acting Grand Master Jean and the charming and fiery Ex Cavalry Captain. He was so patient and seemingly kind to her, surely he was smitten. He had put an end to such rumors swiftly, potentially, accidentally, purposely; Depending on who you were asking - Causing a sudden resignation amongst the group, leaving the general civilian guards low on numbers.
In recent times, there were far too many cases in which his awkward habit had trickled into and affected his own work life - inconveniencing himself and the kind new Barmaid he had hired for his tavern. The few times he had held the heavy entrance door to Angels Share, nodding his head to the young woman, catching a passing scent of her soft perfume. Times he offered to carry and transport crates that were far too heavy and burdensome for a pretty little Barmaid. In far too many instances he caught himself checking up on her, offering her sweet and unique beverages, inquiring about her day, escorting her back to her little home within the walls of Monstadt. A sweet thing like her couldn't possibly hold her own, he had done it out of courtesy! Not because he was harboring any unprofessional notions towards her. Preposterous.
Diluc had always kept people at arm's length, displaying just the right amount of hospitality within his behavior. Never had he made a genuinely meaningful connection, on a deeper level than familial at least. Sure he cared for Adelinde and held his Father in high regard, he even spared a small place within his heart for Kaeya. But he could not recall a time where he had been in control, aware of his emotions, let alone falling into desire for another. Diluc was starved. Starved of affection, of touch, of connection. Defaulting into a false representation of himself, his outward character crafted meticulously, a barrier.
Diluc, though seemingly outwardly put together, was a mess. He had an affinity for dramatics, often making unconventional decisions when it came to most conscious interactions. He found an unusual comfort in the idea of being swallowed by the Abyss itself or crushed to death by a flaming meteorite rather than having to face people. This new Barmaid was dangerous, intimidating, she completely rewired his cranium. Diluc was at a loss, he worked his whole life through habitual means, spitting out the same lines a Noble should without a thought. But now, he found himself stumbling over himself, the learnt facade became uncomfortable, awkward. He didn't feel authentic, he had never wanted to break down the thick walls he had built around himself. Until now.
Now, finding himself picking up a greater amount of shifts at the tavern, lining his schedule up with the pretty new Barmaid's own. Now, rarely catching himself as he stares at her while she serves, all dolled up with a cute frilly apron, paired with a ruffled dress that would barely pass the taverns' dress code. Now, as he slips her a small quip about a regular customer, paired with a quick wink, relishing the sweet sound of her giggles. Now, as he wraps a strong arm around her shoulder, while he works to escort an aggravated (now ex) patron out of sight. Now, as he's somehow found himself, staring down at pretty doughy eyes, pitched up at his own. A soft velvet tongue slowly dragging under the thick head of his cock, catching salty beads of pre with a calculated flick.
Diluc lets out a soft breath, his tongue runs along his teeth and he swallows thickly. He's warm, more so than usual, his Vision usually always burns hot on his side, but this was different. Heat ripples from his cheeks to his neck, flushing his skin, warming the small room around them. The room was cramped, clearly made for produce storage with a maximum capacity of one person within the space at a given moment. He has to get back, he thinks, close up for the night and tidy the bar. The thought is fleeting however, he feels a warm breath on his length, accompanied by a short giggle and a sweet grin.
"You seem tense, Sir~" A voice calls from below him, poking fun. The pretty barmaid kisses against his pink tip, his sticky pre glosses her lips, leaving a decadent pearlescent sheen. Diluc's body shudders, his fingers dig into a shelf behind him and the wood moans in protest. His heart pounds in his ears, he struggles to find words, they're stuck in his throat, trapped behind a thick lump of suspense that's settled itself behind his tongue. The girl below him huffs, more out of affection rather than amusement. Her hands snake up his thighs, settling over his waistband and belt, the taught fabric still half on his body. Her thumbs knead into the flesh of his hip bone, softly circling over his sensitive, untouched skin. Diluc's heart stutters, never had he been touched so tenderly, goosebumps prickle down his arms and across his back, tickling at his tail bone.
"..'s okay Sir… I'll look after you.." His Barmaid hums and noses into his navel, she peers up at him, her eyes swim with something he can't quite decipher. She was dangerous, something washed over him, a feeling unknown to him until that moment. Something soft, attraction? Affection? He was warm, in his bones, his joints, his heart. This was something no one had prepared him for, and she was there to graciously lead him. Diluc swallows again, he blinks, his eyes are wet, since when was he crying? He breathes slowly, his hand tentatively reaches for his Barmaid's cheek, brushing his fingertips over the soft curve of her face. He was nervous, painfully so, never had he been so intimate with another person in his life and he was afraid she could tell. This was supposed to be a fun time. Quick, cheeky and taboo, he was ruining this for sure.
His Barmaid hums, she turns and faces the hand that grazes her face ever so softly. She peppers soft kisses against his fingers, warm and slightly wet against his knuckles. Diluc stares in awe, biting the side of his cheek with his molars. Her hands slide up to his waist, palming the skin under his clothes. He looks away, his face surely as red as the rest of him, he hoped she couldn't see. Her fingers were cool, caressing over his sides, which had embarrassingly softened since his "Prime". His life had drastically settled down compared to what it was a few years ago and his body followed suit, he was still strong, perhaps even stronger than he used to be, but he was not as lean nor visibly muscular (to him at least) as he once was. A hum crackles quietly from Diluc's throat, the sound tinted with embarrassment.
"..You're so handsome, Sir.." The pretty Barmaid keens, spreading her fingers as far as she could across his skin, touching as much as she could. Diluc's chest aches with a thump, his hand slides to the nape of her neck, her eyes meet his own. He licks at his bottom lip and she smiles so, so sweetly at him.
"You're really… P-Pretty.." Pretty? Was that all he could muster? The girl below him was ravishing, her uniform hugged her body so tenderly, dainty ruffles rested upon her form in just the right way. Her eyes dazzled, tinted with such a pronounced softness, it felt illegal to gaze into them. Her soft voice, her cool hands, the way she touched him. Pretty could not even begin to describe her.
"You're too kind, Sir.." She chews her lips and lingers a soft kiss against his skin. She was electrifying, she left his skin buzzing. The honorific she breathed; Sir, made his throat burn, that wasn't him. She was breaking him down, to the very core of himself, him, Diluc.
"Diluc.. Please, call me by my name; D-Diluc," The man breathes into the air of the room. He was opening himself to her, letting her lead him to wherever she desired. The Barmaid below him smiles up prettily, her nails drag along his skin and back into the waistband of his trousers.
"..Let me make you feel good… Diluc." She calls sweetly. His cock twitches as the sound of his name tumbles from her lips. He nearly growls as he exhales, suddenly desperate, nearly insatiable. His eyebrows pitch upwards, he nods his head, a soft 'please' hums from his throat. She noses back into his navel, peppering soft kisses up the base of his shaft. She drags her wet tongue under the thick vein that runs up the length of his cock, slowly, sweetly. Her eyes gaze at his own, straining to look up at him. Diluc's mouth falls open in awe as she licks and kisses against his flushed cock head. Her lips gloss with her spit, mixing dangerously with the slick beads of precum that drip from his slit. His length aches and twitches with her ministrations, to anyone else she was teasing him. To him, she was breaking him in. Easing him sweetly, taking such good care of him.
His pretty Barmaid wraps her plump lips around his leaky cock head, warm and wet, taking him in so softly. Diluc moans, quiet and breathless, his jaw slack, legs wobbling. She gently bobs her head, paying special attention to the tip of his cock, dragging her velvet tongue over and under it. She sighs out with every few drags of her lips, eyebrows crooked upwards, determined and focused. She takes him deeper, swallowing him down her throat. She was warm, her mouth was so warm, wet and divine. Diluc can't keep his eyes off of her, his pretty little Barmaid. The sleeves of her dress slip from her shoulders and she braces her hands on the crooked floorboards beneath her. Her arms squish her chest together, pressing the soft plush of her breast, oh so prettily. The ruffles of her uniform pool around her knees where she sat, perched in a cute little kneel right at his feet.
She presses her nose to his navel, lips touching the base of his thick cock. She squirms below him, clenching her thighs and rocking her hips into nothing. He marvels at her, for taking him in so earnestly. Her throat swallows around him sweetly, milking at his length. His cock twitches hard and she moans around him, stifled by the thick cockhead that bullies the back of her mouth. She breathes him in, inhaling the soft musk of his navel. Her eyes peer up at him and he breaks, they shine delicately with warm tears, barely illuminated through a crack in the door.
Diluc's fingers twitch anxiously, unknowing of where he should touch her, let alone if he even could. Was he allowed? His palms were warm, abnormally so. Tentatively, he cups his Barmaid's cheeks, encasing her face with his heated hands. Her face was cool, his thumbs rub over the plush curve of her skin. The girl at his feet keens into him, moaning out, high pitched and wanton. Her brow pitches and she draws back, dragging her pretty lips over the thick length of his cock. She sighs and sinks back down, maintaining a steady pace, earnestly servicing him. He sighs out a soft profanity, tilting his head back, the wooden shelf digs into his skull. He had never experienced a sensation quite like this, warm and wet and oddly passionate. His hands move, from the apple of her cheeks to her pretty hair, he twirls his digits into it.
Diluc tugs at the strands between his fingers, in turn, making the pretty Barmaid whine. She adds pressure, taking him impossibly deeper, licking against the underside of his cock with her soft tongue. Diluc grinds his teeth, his length aches hotly, spurting sweet beads of precum right into the girls' throat. He thrusts forward, smacking the back of her mouth with his blunt cock head, gagging her loudly. Diluc sharply sucks in air, muttering soft 'sorries' over and over. The Barmaid pulls off his length, she licks at her slick lips and kisses at the head of his cock.
"Do what you want.. Diluc, be selfish.." The Barmaid breathed, her words slurred, she was drunk on him. She sinks back down, dragging her lips over him heavily. Diluc tentatively pushes her head down onto his cock, overtaking her, now in control. He snaps his hips harshly, shoving his length into his pretty Barmaid. Hot tears run down her cheeks as he fucks his thick cock into her soft mouth. Her face stains with thick black smudges from her tears, tainted with her eye makeup. His grip on her hair is tight, selfish, aiding him in his own pleasure. He feels her gag and moan on his cock, the sounds vibrate deliciously on his length. Drool drips messily down her chin and she sloppily holds herself against his bullying pace. She squirms below him, pretty frilly fabric crunching against itself as she clenches and rubs her plush thighs together.
Diluc bites at his lip, the feeling was intense. He was getting close, he could feel his climax approaching. He marvels down at her, his pretty Barmaid, his girl, how sweetly she was taking him in. She looks up at him again, brows pitched and eyes lost. He was about to lose it. And he does. He groans out loud, hot cum pumps into his pretty Barmaids throat. She eagerly takes him, bobbing her head deeply on his length, milking out everything he had to offer her. She keens and whines, her breath huffing out of her nose. Diluc's legs wobble, he braces a hand behind him, perching back onto the shelf. His other hand delicately pulls the sweet Barmaid off of his length, cradling her cheek in his palm.
She sighs out and tilts her head to meet him, grinning dopily. There was a look in her eyes, something he could only describe as adoration. Her soft finger tickles at his stomach, tracing over the pale unseen skin. Her cheeks were stained with tear streaks, dyed black and grey from her pretty makeup. Her hair frazzled and her uniform not even half on her form, crinkled and strewn around her knees. She was a mess.
