[Once his shirt is gone, Aether happily presses close, head tilting to the side to give his partner all the access he wants to the neck. Soft sighs and moans escape him under the trail of kisses, his skin tingling in the aftermath, demanding more attention.
But then Vanitas stops to ask him a question and Aether's brows furrow a little bit.]
Finish? What do you want to finish?
[His brain fails to connect any dots. He's only started feeling very nice here and the night is far from over!]
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But then Vanitas stops to ask him a question and Aether's brows furrow a little bit.]
Finish? What do you want to finish?
[His brain fails to connect any dots. He's only started feeling very nice here and the night is far from over!]