[ Those sighs are music to his ears. A shiver runs down his spine when Aether's hand goes into his hair, and his hands move to the waistband of his pants. Gently, he tugs them down and moves his hand to touch his partner.
He's never felt like this before. He's never felt the urge to give so much of himself to someone as freely as he is now. Vanitas is so used to walling people off and keeping to himself, that being able to do something so intimate with someone is a huge jump for him. He may have gone far with Amber, but he was also driven by something external to do so. Here, with Aether, it's entirely him and his instincts guiding him. That, and his feelings, which are starting to run extremely deep.
Vanitas' touch is surprisingly gentle at first, and he does his best to gauge the Traveler's reactions. He's deeply inexperienced, and it's written in how red his face is, but he buries his face in Aether's shoulder to mask how nervous he is about this. He sighs against the other's skin, breathes warm air onto it, as his free hand tangles itself in Aether's hair. ]
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He's never felt like this before. He's never felt the urge to give so much of himself to someone as freely as he is now. Vanitas is so used to walling people off and keeping to himself, that being able to do something so intimate with someone is a huge jump for him. He may have gone far with Amber, but he was also driven by something external to do so. Here, with Aether, it's entirely him and his instincts guiding him. That, and his feelings, which are starting to run extremely deep.
Vanitas' touch is surprisingly gentle at first, and he does his best to gauge the Traveler's reactions. He's deeply inexperienced, and it's written in how red his face is, but he buries his face in Aether's shoulder to mask how nervous he is about this. He sighs against the other's skin, breathes warm air onto it, as his free hand tangles itself in Aether's hair. ]