[The touch feels nice against his skin, warm and caring. Aether sighs softly, again wanting to keep his partner close as they kiss. His lips part easily, his hands gently tangle into the other's hair, before moving to his shoulders as they part.]
...How could I ever regret it?
[He laughs, soft and pleased. Then he lets one hand to trail against those blue markings on Vanitas' skin, careful as if he was touching something fragile.]
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...How could I ever regret it?
[He laughs, soft and pleased. Then he lets one hand to trail against those blue markings on Vanitas' skin, careful as if he was touching something fragile.]