[The covers are thrown over them as Childe grabs a hold of the fabric, lifting it up so they are unseen unless one got close to the bed. It feels almost secretive this way, how Aether's kisses to his chest are hidden from the rest of the world, getting away with something that would surely be his demise if anyone were to find them. Small hums and content noises spill out of the knight, eager to let him do what he wants with his body.
But he wants for even more than that, and while Aether is busy attending to his skin, Childe is reaching to massage something further down. It's easy to find, and the knights eyes flash playfully, wanting to draw out those delicious moans and whimpers from the prince.
So much so that he doesn't realize there's a soft knock at the door, not once but twice, as a nervous squire waits outside for someone to answer. Luke shuffles back and forth, before gulping and opening the door, his concern overpowering how much trouble he could get in for barging into a royal quarters unannounced. But Childe hadn't come back the night before, and he's worried...and the only person he can think of who might know where his knight is is the prince himself.
He slips inside, gazing about the room as he closes the door quietly behind him. There doesn't seem to be anyone in here, and he steps further in to marvel at how nice it was, before he notices...
...movement on the bed...
Luke lets out an involuntary gasp, loud enough that Childe's ears perk up and his stomach drops from underneath him. He stops his ministrations immediately, his mind freezing. They've been caught, he's a dead man. The only saving grace is that he's still under the covers, and perhaps they can play it off like it's Elise...or something. Anything.]
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But he wants for even more than that, and while Aether is busy attending to his skin, Childe is reaching to massage something further down. It's easy to find, and the knights eyes flash playfully, wanting to draw out those delicious moans and whimpers from the prince.
So much so that he doesn't realize there's a soft knock at the door, not once but twice, as a nervous squire waits outside for someone to answer. Luke shuffles back and forth, before gulping and opening the door, his concern overpowering how much trouble he could get in for barging into a royal quarters unannounced. But Childe hadn't come back the night before, and he's worried...and the only person he can think of who might know where his knight is is the prince himself.
He slips inside, gazing about the room as he closes the door quietly behind him. There doesn't seem to be anyone in here, and he steps further in to marvel at how nice it was, before he notices...
...movement on the bed...
Luke lets out an involuntary gasp, loud enough that Childe's ears perk up and his stomach drops from underneath him. He stops his ministrations immediately, his mind freezing. They've been caught, he's a dead man. The only saving grace is that he's still under the covers, and perhaps they can play it off like it's Elise...or something. Anything.]