[For the moment that Aether leans into his shoulder, he holds the prince in his arms, his hand coming to run through the other's hair. The strands easily slip through his fingers, Childe looking down lovingly at the prince. It doesn't seem as if they were of two different social standings here, the closeness of their relationship sweeping that away in this moment in time.
The knight willingly gets tugged downward onto the prince, laughing at the drunkenness in his eyes, so easy for him to see as he looks down upon him. Childe feels very much the same, having been able to taste Aether's love on his tongue, wanting more.
And he's all too willing to indulge, dipping down to kiss Aether again, greedy and needy as usual. He feels a great satisfaction knowing that the prince was his and no one else's, and that he could drink him in freely like this- may that never end.]
You know, [he says, mischievously as his hand starts to wander down the prince's side,] I'd like to pick up where we left off earlier, if you don't mind.
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The knight willingly gets tugged downward onto the prince, laughing at the drunkenness in his eyes, so easy for him to see as he looks down upon him. Childe feels very much the same, having been able to taste Aether's love on his tongue, wanting more.
And he's all too willing to indulge, dipping down to kiss Aether again, greedy and needy as usual. He feels a great satisfaction knowing that the prince was his and no one else's, and that he could drink him in freely like this- may that never end.]
You know, [he says, mischievously as his hand starts to wander down the prince's side,] I'd like to pick up where we left off earlier, if you don't mind.