[It's easy for him to let himself be pushed onto his back, a smile on his lips through the kiss as the prince takes the lead. He wonders, how hard Aether had been fighting his own feelings towards him, to sink into him with such want and need. The knight obliges him, letting his hand slip down onto Aether's behind, kneading his fingers into him there just to let him have a quick taste of what's to come later that night.
Tingles and whites lines of heat seem to follow wherever Aether's fingertips touch on his skin, face flush, but he doesn't seem to mind. He wants him to know how he feels, how much he enjoys the intimacy he'd been denied for so long.]
I didn't know you were such a hopeless romantic, haha.
[The kiss is answered with passion of his own, drinking the prince in as much as he can before he knows they have to part. He wishes that they didn't have to break for the dinner, but what comes after, well- that's worth waiting for. And he has all the patience in the world to wait for it.
Childe is a playful lover, indulging in the prince's kisses but feeds into it in his own way, purposely touching Aether so as to leave proverbial marks on his skin, invisible ghosts that linger there long after they'll have finished. He doesn't want the prince to forget what's in store for later, and better yet if he can make him think about it through the entire dinner. Surely, the look on his face would amuse him.
The knight breaks the kiss to do the same with his mouth, running a line of kisses down his neck until he reaches the crook between neck and shoulder, nibbling lightly to not leave a true mark, but to make sure he's kept in mind.]
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Tingles and whites lines of heat seem to follow wherever Aether's fingertips touch on his skin, face flush, but he doesn't seem to mind. He wants him to know how he feels, how much he enjoys the intimacy he'd been denied for so long.]
I didn't know you were such a hopeless romantic, haha.
[The kiss is answered with passion of his own, drinking the prince in as much as he can before he knows they have to part. He wishes that they didn't have to break for the dinner, but what comes after, well- that's worth waiting for. And he has all the patience in the world to wait for it.
Childe is a playful lover, indulging in the prince's kisses but feeds into it in his own way, purposely touching Aether so as to leave proverbial marks on his skin, invisible ghosts that linger there long after they'll have finished. He doesn't want the prince to forget what's in store for later, and better yet if he can make him think about it through the entire dinner. Surely, the look on his face would amuse him.
The knight breaks the kiss to do the same with his mouth, running a line of kisses down his neck until he reaches the crook between neck and shoulder, nibbling lightly to not leave a true mark, but to make sure he's kept in mind.]