[Aether's hands are warm, soft against his calloused ones. Not that a prince doesn't use his hands, but Childe spends his days constantly training, ever relentless in his quest to grow stronger. But tonight will be a break from that, following along as he's lead to the bed. Childe says nothing of the blush that paints the prince's face, sitting down and looking at him expectantly. It seems that his prince has plans already, and who is he to get in the way of those?]
You did summon me here, after all. It would be my pleasure to keep you company for the time being...Aether.
[His face responds to Aether's touch, tilting his head just so to let the other's hand cup his cheek, locking his gaze upon the replendant gold of the prince's. Confidence, care, and need reflect in those deep-blue oceanic eyes, shuddering as Aether's lips brush against his own.
But there's no need to be patient anymore, having him in his presence so privately and free to do whatever they please within the confines of this space- so Childe presses a needy kiss to his lips, the contact making him light-headed and breathless. It's as if his dreams were finally coming true, where he has everything he wants out of life, and more if he's to think on it further.
Thinking can come later though, Childe's hands taking the lead to snake into the back of Aether's hair and kneading fingers into his hip. The knight only breaks to breathe, staring back into the eyes of the prince.]
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You did summon me here, after all. It would be my pleasure to keep you company for the time being...Aether.
[His face responds to Aether's touch, tilting his head just so to let the other's hand cup his cheek, locking his gaze upon the replendant gold of the prince's. Confidence, care, and need reflect in those deep-blue oceanic eyes, shuddering as Aether's lips brush against his own.
But there's no need to be patient anymore, having him in his presence so privately and free to do whatever they please within the confines of this space- so Childe presses a needy kiss to his lips, the contact making him light-headed and breathless. It's as if his dreams were finally coming true, where he has everything he wants out of life, and more if he's to think on it further.
Thinking can come later though, Childe's hands taking the lead to snake into the back of Aether's hair and kneading fingers into his hip. The knight only breaks to breathe, staring back into the eyes of the prince.]