[Hearing the knocking and the door opening soon afterwards, the prince sits up, eyes wide, heart wild in his chest. He's been waiting for this moment and now they're both here, in the silence of Aether's chambers, illuminated by nothing more but candles.

The prince blushes faintly, before he stands up and heads to the door, hastily locking it.]

...Someone will surely come here to inform me about the dinner. I wouldn't want them to walk in...

[His voice is shaky as he explains, but then he turns around to his knight and grabs his hands. This will be just a prelude, a moment of selfishness, of weakness.]

I was thinking you could keep me company until the preparations are completed... and after the dinner I will be happy to... continue.

[He clears his throat, feeling that his face is getting increasingly warmer. But what else can he do? He knows full well what he's offering and what they both want. Tonight will be nothing more but pleasure, until morning makes them part ways for another day, only to be reunited in the night again.

Every part of Aether longs for it, which is why he leads Childe closer to the bed, gesturing for him to sit down. Once he does, the prince joins him, gaze fixed on the blue of the other's eyes and he touches the knight's face with care. It's almost as if he's trying to recreate that moment, all those days ago when he treated Childe's wound but so heartlessly rejected his feelings. Tonight there will be no rejections.

Aether inches closer, leaning into the warmth of the other, then gently brushes his lips against Childe's.

Tonight he will love his knight like he always wanted to do.]