[ Wriothesley can't say he normally thinks of himself as seductive, so having a plan work so perfectly with Aether snuggling up to him and touching him is something he considers a job well done. with deft fingers and what seems like photographic knowledge of his body, Aether finds his cock without a fumble. he has to admire that, and feel a little surprised at the the sudden realization of how well Aether probably knows his body. damn, he thinks, he's got me this bad, huh?

Aether touches him just right, even through the barrier of his pants, and he finds his breath catch in his throat and his head swim. there are a few times Aether has gotten to him that he found his legs unable to work after the encounter, even moreso than after a good workout. ]

Hah ... can't say I've ever had sex in a place like this, right here in the snow. Maybe someone will come up with a story about us some day.

[ a spicy story about one of the few times that the Duke came up from the Fortress to follow the traveler halfway across Teyvat. honestly, how could he deny it? he's had few experiences out in the world, and this is one for the ages.

with his fingers at Aether's chin he urges him in for a kiss again, the fog of their combined heat visible in the cold air when their lips part, breath mingling. his hands trace beneath his clothing, over his bare torso and up into his shirt, as if there were pockets of hidden warmth there for him to find. finally, he finds his way into his pants, loosening his belt and sliding eagerly within the confines to cup his erection in his hand. ]