[He moans softly as Childe leaves more and more kisses against his skin. His body is slowly burning with passion again, trembling softly at every contact, every press, every touch of skin against skin. It's electrifying.
An hour is plenty of time, his lover says, and Aether wants to reply that he wishes they had more than that, but any complains are drowned when their lips lock in a tender kiss. It's almost natural at this point, with the way their tongues glide against one another. And yet it still strikes him to the core and makes his heart thump loudly in his chest.
Aether lets his hands slide down, first to the shoulders, then down the chest, tracing lazy patterns into the skin. When their kiss breaks, he's quick to lower his head and press his lips over the other's heart, before moving on to other parts of his knight's chest. There's no hesitation, no embarrassment. His kisses are driven with passion and love, and the prince is not afraid to show how much he wants to his lover to enjoy every moment.]
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An hour is plenty of time, his lover says, and Aether wants to reply that he wishes they had more than that, but any complains are drowned when their lips lock in a tender kiss. It's almost natural at this point, with the way their tongues glide against one another. And yet it still strikes him to the core and makes his heart thump loudly in his chest.
Aether lets his hands slide down, first to the shoulders, then down the chest, tracing lazy patterns into the skin. When their kiss breaks, he's quick to lower his head and press his lips over the other's heart, before moving on to other parts of his knight's chest. There's no hesitation, no embarrassment. His kisses are driven with passion and love, and the prince is not afraid to show how much he wants to his lover to enjoy every moment.]