[Tartaglia's response is as shocking as it is unwanted, blood thick and acrid on his tongue where they meet somewhere in the nebulous in between. Diluc laughs some harsh bark of a laugh, adrenaline pounding in his ears, the sheer absurdity of the moment driving him to lift a heel and kick the small of Tartaglia's back, but his lips don't break that kiss.
It's all driven by momentum, threading his tongue into that mouth to coax out Tartaglia's and bite it bloody. He's given Diluc nowhere to go but further into him, and so be it. He won't cede as much as he'll make him regret coming anywhere near him, blurring the line between violence and closeness to such a blatant degree.
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It's all driven by momentum, threading his tongue into that mouth to coax out Tartaglia's and bite it bloody. He's given Diluc nowhere to go but further into him, and so be it. He won't cede as much as he'll make him regret coming anywhere near him, blurring the line between violence and closeness to such a blatant degree.