[ Scraping all of his ego out this way, jolting to wariness again under the severity of this onslaught, Tartaglia's less than attentive. He isn't certain what's being asked of him, initially. All of it comes off like forms of deprivation. It's his first time, and it might just be the worst of anything he's faced; it's also searing like a brand, and that's sort of mindless, too. Immobile as Diluc slams to the base of his dick, flush to the hips, there's no endgame so much as there is this deliriousness breaking into him.
Hazily, he's laboring to identify some pattern to the pace that Diluc's set, if it's chronic or intermittent, if he's impaling him under so illusion of control or if he's falling to pieces as badly as Tartaglia.
Held so taut, he can't last at all. The pain is sweet only as long as he opens himself to being mangled. If he'd been the one on top, would it have been exultant? Would it have felt a victory, tearing Diluc apart with his hands, claiming him like the spoils of war? But he's beneath him, and unable to run, Tartaglia's panting, forehead low to the ground, sweat-damp and shuddering all over. ]
... Didn't you need it?
[ Isn't that why he sent that stupid letter? So he could vent out all his aggression under the pretense of a fight? The anger that Diluc came here brandishing was so, so obvious, much further than some mere vendetta against the Fatui would provoke. ]
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Hazily, he's laboring to identify some pattern to the pace that Diluc's set, if it's chronic or intermittent, if he's impaling him under so illusion of control or if he's falling to pieces as badly as Tartaglia.
Held so taut, he can't last at all. The pain is sweet only as long as he opens himself to being mangled. If he'd been the one on top, would it have been exultant? Would it have felt a victory, tearing Diluc apart with his hands, claiming him like the spoils of war? But he's beneath him, and unable to run, Tartaglia's panting, forehead low to the ground, sweat-damp and shuddering all over. ]
... Didn't you need it?
[ Isn't that why he sent that stupid letter? So he could vent out all his aggression under the pretense of a fight? The anger that Diluc came here brandishing was so, so obvious, much further than some mere vendetta against the Fatui would provoke. ]