[Shirt, gone. Mission accomplished. Childe loves the feel of Aether against the soft fabric of his own tunic, warmth radiating through it. It distracts him enough that Aether easily pins him to the bed, finding his fingers intertwining with the prince's as he lays there, a cheeky grin on his face.]
Well then I-
[Aether's brush of his lips on his neck gets Childe to elicit a soft moan, feeling himself sink into the bed further as his whole body betrays him and relaxes, letting the prince have full control over him. His breath hitches in his throat as Aether reaches his earlobe, moving his head to the side to give the other better access to it.]
Now you're playing unfairly. How...ah...could I possibly fight back when you have me like this...
[But he makes no moves, no effort to remove himself from underneath Aether's sweet ministrations, sighing into the other's touch.]
no subject
Well then I-
[Aether's brush of his lips on his neck gets Childe to elicit a soft moan, feeling himself sink into the bed further as his whole body betrays him and relaxes, letting the prince have full control over him. His breath hitches in his throat as Aether reaches his earlobe, moving his head to the side to give the other better access to it.]
Now you're playing unfairly. How...ah...could I possibly fight back when you have me like this...
[But he makes no moves, no effort to remove himself from underneath Aether's sweet ministrations, sighing into the other's touch.]