[ In its simplest form, their story might be told with their hands, linking the past and the future — the touches they've exchanged, and the ones they have yet to experience. That story is one of mutual desire unfolding in the discoveries made whilst they come to know each other's bodies, limitless. With Aether in his hold, Alhaitham's hands have a generous selection from which they might choose.
He hums again, low into Aether's ear, as if weighing these new options, even as he splays his fingers against Aether's abdomen, completing the embrace. Tilting his head brings Aether's mouth within easy reach, and a tug pulling Aether's hips back towards Alhaitham's own signals approval for the contact where their bodies meet. Alhaitham is human; Aether's proximity punctuates what his presence promises, spurring on human instincts, the beginnings of arousal.
Their past. Their future. It's an interesting invitation, enticing as only Aether himself is. ]
Go ahead — I'm listening.
[ As long as Aether's otherworldly composure withstands every prediction of his that comes true. Did he foresee that Alhaitham's hands would adjust their placement, lifting him from the ground to seat him with the prince upon the divan behind them? That they would hold him perched atop Alhaitham's thighs, the plush curve of his rear nestled in the prince's lap? ]
Tell me all of it, including my plans for you tonight.
[ Or Aether's plans, some might argue — the machinations of a manipulator, mortal or immortal, a snake that has slithered his way into the palace, Sumeru soon under his thumb. The odd tale speaks of jinn bestowing their favor upon those they judge worthy, but far more contain warnings, recounting the fate of doomed dynasties.
Sumeru, at least, has seen undisrupted prosperity in recent days. ]
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He hums again, low into Aether's ear, as if weighing these new options, even as he splays his fingers against Aether's abdomen, completing the embrace. Tilting his head brings Aether's mouth within easy reach, and a tug pulling Aether's hips back towards Alhaitham's own signals approval for the contact where their bodies meet. Alhaitham is human; Aether's proximity punctuates what his presence promises, spurring on human instincts, the beginnings of arousal.
Their past. Their future. It's an interesting invitation, enticing as only Aether himself is. ]
Go ahead — I'm listening.
[ As long as Aether's otherworldly composure withstands every prediction of his that comes true. Did he foresee that Alhaitham's hands would adjust their placement, lifting him from the ground to seat him with the prince upon the divan behind them? That they would hold him perched atop Alhaitham's thighs, the plush curve of his rear nestled in the prince's lap? ]
Tell me all of it, including my plans for you tonight.
[ Or Aether's plans, some might argue — the machinations of a manipulator, mortal or immortal, a snake that has slithered his way into the palace, Sumeru soon under his thumb. The odd tale speaks of jinn bestowing their favor upon those they judge worthy, but far more contain warnings, recounting the fate of doomed dynasties.
Sumeru, at least, has seen undisrupted prosperity in recent days. ]