[ There's something to be said about the fact that Melusine generally find Wriothesley cute. After all, a Melusine's perception of reality is just slightly different from a human's, and so one might infer that this is, in part, because most people find Wriothesley a little bit scary. But what's scary to a human is blissful joy to a Melusine. And so: the giggling girls often take it upon themselves to plaster Wriothesley all over with stickers, wherever they can get them.
It's all perfectly innocent, of course, which is what makes it even funnier that the Duke often winds up with stickers all over his back, or on his gauntlets, or on a plush buttcheek. The Melusine don't mean anything by this — but Aether does, and so he's very much enjoying his evening, seated on those plush buttcheeks (they're very soft against his own butt; there's butt-on-butt action going on here) as he dutifully peels stickers off of Wriothesley's back.
There's been a little rolling around, a little cuddling. Nothing too frisky yet. Undressing Wriothesley turned into a lazy evening of peel-the-stickers off of him, and Aether's giving him a light, casual backrub as he pulls adorably drawn stickers off of Wriothesley's deliciously smooth skin. ]
They use really good paper for this. [ Amused, Aether pulls a sticker that looks vaguely like if Wriothesley were a shark off of his shoulder blade. ] If it wasn't a good-quality adhesive, it wouldn't come off and on your body so easily, you know? The sticker would tear.
[ Lazily, he rolls his knuckles over Wriothesley's tailbone. It's not as proper a massage as, say, an acupressure expert like Baizhu would give, but Aether's a little distracted, anyway. One, with looking at the Wriothesley shark, and two, with looking at the Wriothesley back. As always, the Duke is delicious to look at, and Aether is not immune to worldly appetites. ]
I suppose they have excellent sticker printers in the Palais Mermonia...
[ Sigewinne is his senior. she'd already been at the Fortress of Meropide long before he arrived, well into her tenure when Wriothesley was just a lost pup in chains. she had taken care of him, carefully showing him the rules of the Fortress before he eventually took it for himself. he couldn't have done it without her, and he's always forever grateful for that. so, she gets to stick her silly designed stickers all over his things and his back and his face with her friends.
aside from that, how do you tell a melusine not to have fun? no matter how old they got, they always seemed to grasp onto it with a childlike wonder. ]
Oh yeah? You think that they go through all that bureaucratic red tape to get some high-quality stickers printed?
[ there's a little hm in his voice, because he never really wondered where all these stickers came from. all he knew of them was that they appeared like sticky, paper hydras, when one peeled off his back, three more magically appeared. ]
They probably have it down to an art, knowing them.
[ there were layers and layers of stickers, first on the back of his jacket, the on his vest, and then somehow nestled in the criss-crosses of his scars. Aether's weight is pleasant, pushing him a bit further into the bed, shifting every so often to press against his muscles and for Wriothesley to let out an oof or a woof in subdued laziness. ]
Maybe I should get a book to keep them in.
[ he says a bit thoughtlessly as Aether finds a knot to dig his thumb into as he distractedly looks at one of the stickers. ]
[ Laughing softly — he always laughs softly, but this one is more of a gleeful cackle, for those who know him well enough to tell the difference between all his sweet, bell-like laughs — Aether slaps the shark sticker onto Wriothesley's pillow so that he can see it. ]
If you don't, I will. I love collecting things, and these are so cute.
[ He continues his diligent massage. Wriothesley is muscular, so his body is meaty, both firm and soft; there's something very fun about massaging him, which means Aether is doing an incredibly diligent job of it. Now that the Duke's skin is sticker-free, the traveler slides his hands up and down his back, working warmth into it, before he begins kneading a knot in Wriothesley's neck into complete and pliant submission. ]
Tell me if it hurts too much.
[ A little sigh of exertion, as Aether really puts some effort into dismissing another one of Wriothesley's tension points. ]
Your back is so tense... You should really take more breaks, Your Grace.
[ Wriothesley lifts a lazy dog head to catch sight of the sticker that Aether's displayed on his pillow – an oldie but goodie. they quite like that design. ]
Take them as souvenirs if you want, a commemoration of your time here. It's not everyone that gets some high quality Melusine station–ah ...
[ there are muscles in his back that have been tightened for such a long time, he didn't even know that they were tight. damn – how did Aether press against something he didn't even know existed? a little ruff that seems to come out of his mouth as he settles back down again, comfortable with Aether's weight on top of him. Wriothesley is not a person who is used to being vulnerable enough to be taken care of, on the contrary, he's the one who's always taking care of everyone in the confines of Meropide.
Aether's got clever hands and fingers that are stronger than he look (from carrying that sword everywhere, Wriothesley wonders, or just because he's the traveler), diligently pressing between muscles and dragging along his spine. there are some points that click under his thumb, tense and then relax, as if Aether had pinpointed a pressure point that causes the Duke to slump further in the bed. ]
Damn, you keep doing this and I don't think I'm going to be able to get up.
[ Wriothesley's cute when he's a lazy, fond dog about the proceedings, sunk completely unto his pillow and too heavy to move. The traveler can't help but laugh as he hears the man's body click and crack under the firm pressure of his hands; he knows full well that he's probably loosening joints and tendons that haven't been loosened in well over twelve years, and while there's a weight to that knowledge, Aether relishes it, too. He likes knowing that he's one of the only people — perhaps the only person, ever and always — who will get to touch the Duke like this.
...Those cute little doggie noises he makes are really irresistible, too. ]
Then don't get up. [ Thumbs working magic right into his shoulders, down his spine and through each vertebra. ] You can just stay here like this and let me take care of you.
[ Fortunately, Aether knows just the thing that might spark energy back into Wriothesley's tired body again. He brushes a lock of grey-black hair away from Wriothesley's ear (his real human ear, not the fake dog ear) and leans in, whispering low and sweet into the warm shell of Wriothesley's eardrum: ]
I'll even roll you over and ride you 'til you're spent.
Aether's good at that, isn't he? whispering a few things in the Duke's ear, working him under his palms like putty, all to turn his thoughts to something more amorous. there is something comforting about Aether's hands on him, exploring his body with precision to unlock points of stress that have been hidden for years. he didn't think he'd unravel this easily, but maybe it just took the right person. ]
Right in front of the Melusine stickers?
[ there's a grin that he gives Aether from over his shoulder. Wriothesley knows he's a big guy, but he also knows that Aether can flip him over if he decides to. ]
[ Aether laughs — a delicate sort of sound out of his sweet voice. Those fingers work lower and lower and lower, down into points of Wriothesley's back that haven't been loosened in years, and when they finish, Aether's hands smooth Wriothesley's back out, as if resetting and rejuvenating his skin. ]
It's fine. That one's cute.
[ There's a trick to turning someone over when they're underneath you. Aether knows it well. Maybe it'll bring back memories of being in the Pankration Ring, but none of the fighters of Meropide were like Aether, who turns Wriothesley's body over with a movement that both requires his own strength and takes advantage of Wriothesley's own weight to flip him gracefully and without pain back down into the cushy mattress beneath them.
Once he's repositioned himself, straddling Wriothesley's hips with his cute pert butt slid up right where he wants it, Aether tips his head to one side slightly, and smiles. ]
[ there is a reason why he didn't let Aether in the Pankration Ring, and he's reminded of it again when Aether turns him over effortlessly. his body follows the movement, turned over on his back and sinking into the mattress, his muscles loose and heavy. it feels good to allow himself to submerge further into the bed, as if he's tasted relaxation for the first time.
Aether's so small, but he knows the traveler could take on anyone in the Fortress, even him. as big of a guy that Wriothesley is, he knows when he's met his match. there's something cute about him, all slim and made of curves, that highlights more of his playful nature. Aether sits on him and he feels like he gets pushed down, down just a little further.
his hand find Aether's braid, and he teases the end of it in fingers. ]
Oh yeah? I'm a pretty big guy, how do you figure puppy?
[ he raises a brow, amused, comfortable, uncharacteristically content. ]
[ Aether likes the way Wriothesley looks right now, flopped and boneless in the mattress, one brow raised in that effortlessly cool and cocky demeanor of his that never fails to have the traveler admiring his masculine beauty. He likes the way Wriothesley is toying with one end of his braid, sensation tickling up his back and along the nape of his neck as it bounces and twirls in the Duke's big fingers.
But what he likes the most is the soft skin along Wriothesley's neck when he leans in to give it a kiss, along those raised and hardened scars which mar — or merely accent — the gorgeous column of his throat. He likes how soft Wriothesley's ear is when he reaches up to rub circles around the shell of one ear (his real ear, not the fake ears). ]
Well, you get so happy when I do the simplest things for you...
[ Sure, he always tries to play it cool, but Aether can tell when that big ol' doggie tail of his is wagging with anticipation past his stoic face. Smiling, the traveler bends his body, kissing Wriothesley warm and full on the lips. ]
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It's all perfectly innocent, of course, which is what makes it even funnier that the Duke often winds up with stickers all over his back, or on his gauntlets, or on a plush buttcheek. The Melusine don't mean anything by this — but Aether does, and so he's very much enjoying his evening, seated on those plush buttcheeks (they're very soft against his own butt; there's butt-on-butt action going on here) as he dutifully peels stickers off of Wriothesley's back.
There's been a little rolling around, a little cuddling. Nothing too frisky yet. Undressing Wriothesley turned into a lazy evening of peel-the-stickers off of him, and Aether's giving him a light, casual backrub as he pulls adorably drawn stickers off of Wriothesley's deliciously smooth skin. ]
They use really good paper for this. [ Amused, Aether pulls a sticker that looks vaguely like if Wriothesley were a shark off of his shoulder blade. ] If it wasn't a good-quality adhesive, it wouldn't come off and on your body so easily, you know? The sticker would tear.
[ Lazily, he rolls his knuckles over Wriothesley's tailbone. It's not as proper a massage as, say, an acupressure expert like Baizhu would give, but Aether's a little distracted, anyway. One, with looking at the Wriothesley shark, and two, with looking at the Wriothesley back. As always, the Duke is delicious to look at, and Aether is not immune to worldly appetites. ]
I suppose they have excellent sticker printers in the Palais Mermonia...
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aside from that, how do you tell a melusine not to have fun? no matter how old they got, they always seemed to grasp onto it with a childlike wonder. ]
Oh yeah? You think that they go through all that bureaucratic red tape to get some high-quality stickers printed?
[ there's a little hm in his voice, because he never really wondered where all these stickers came from. all he knew of them was that they appeared like sticky, paper hydras, when one peeled off his back, three more magically appeared. ]
They probably have it down to an art, knowing them.
[ there were layers and layers of stickers, first on the back of his jacket, the on his vest, and then somehow nestled in the criss-crosses of his scars. Aether's weight is pleasant, pushing him a bit further into the bed, shifting every so often to press against his muscles and for Wriothesley to let out an oof or a woof in subdued laziness. ]
Maybe I should get a book to keep them in.
[ he says a bit thoughtlessly as Aether finds a knot to dig his thumb into as he distractedly looks at one of the stickers. ]
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If you don't, I will. I love collecting things, and these are so cute.
[ He continues his diligent massage. Wriothesley is muscular, so his body is meaty, both firm and soft; there's something very fun about massaging him, which means Aether is doing an incredibly diligent job of it. Now that the Duke's skin is sticker-free, the traveler slides his hands up and down his back, working warmth into it, before he begins kneading a knot in Wriothesley's neck into complete and pliant submission. ]
Tell me if it hurts too much.
[ A little sigh of exertion, as Aether really puts some effort into dismissing another one of Wriothesley's tension points. ]
Your back is so tense... You should really take more breaks, Your Grace.
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Take them as souvenirs if you want, a commemoration of your time here. It's not everyone that gets some high quality Melusine station–ah ...
[ there are muscles in his back that have been tightened for such a long time, he didn't even know that they were tight. damn – how did Aether press against something he didn't even know existed? a little ruff that seems to come out of his mouth as he settles back down again, comfortable with Aether's weight on top of him. Wriothesley is not a person who is used to being vulnerable enough to be taken care of, on the contrary, he's the one who's always taking care of everyone in the confines of Meropide.
Aether's got clever hands and fingers that are stronger than he look (from carrying that sword everywhere, Wriothesley wonders, or just because he's the traveler), diligently pressing between muscles and dragging along his spine. there are some points that click under his thumb, tense and then relax, as if Aether had pinpointed a pressure point that causes the Duke to slump further in the bed. ]
Damn, you keep doing this and I don't think I'm going to be able to get up.
[ he can just be a lazy, fond dog about this. ]
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...Those cute little doggie noises he makes are really irresistible, too. ]
Then don't get up. [ Thumbs working magic right into his shoulders, down his spine and through each vertebra. ] You can just stay here like this and let me take care of you.
[ Fortunately, Aether knows just the thing that might spark energy back into Wriothesley's tired body again. He brushes a lock of grey-black hair away from Wriothesley's ear (his real human ear, not the fake dog ear) and leans in, whispering low and sweet into the warm shell of Wriothesley's eardrum: ]
I'll even roll you over and ride you 'til you're spent.
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Aether's good at that, isn't he? whispering a few things in the Duke's ear, working him under his palms like putty, all to turn his thoughts to something more amorous. there is something comforting about Aether's hands on him, exploring his body with precision to unlock points of stress that have been hidden for years. he didn't think he'd unravel this easily, but maybe it just took the right person. ]
Right in front of the Melusine stickers?
[ there's a grin that he gives Aether from over his shoulder. Wriothesley knows he's a big guy, but he also knows that Aether can flip him over if he decides to. ]
You may get that shark sticker staring at you.
[ that shark sticker that's technically him. ]
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It's fine. That one's cute.
[ There's a trick to turning someone over when they're underneath you. Aether knows it well. Maybe it'll bring back memories of being in the Pankration Ring, but none of the fighters of Meropide were like Aether, who turns Wriothesley's body over with a movement that both requires his own strength and takes advantage of Wriothesley's own weight to flip him gracefully and without pain back down into the cushy mattress beneath them.
Once he's repositioned himself, straddling Wriothesley's hips with his cute pert butt slid up right where he wants it, Aether tips his head to one side slightly, and smiles. ]
You're cute, too. Like a sweet little puppy.
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Aether's so small, but he knows the traveler could take on anyone in the Fortress, even him. as big of a guy that Wriothesley is, he knows when he's met his match. there's something cute about him, all slim and made of curves, that highlights more of his playful nature. Aether sits on him and he feels like he gets pushed down, down just a little further.
his hand find Aether's braid, and he teases the end of it in fingers. ]
Oh yeah? I'm a pretty big guy, how do you figure puppy?
[ he raises a brow, amused, comfortable, uncharacteristically content. ]
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But what he likes the most is the soft skin along Wriothesley's neck when he leans in to give it a kiss, along those raised and hardened scars which mar — or merely accent — the gorgeous column of his throat. He likes how soft Wriothesley's ear is when he reaches up to rub circles around the shell of one ear (his real ear, not the fake ears). ]
Well, you get so happy when I do the simplest things for you...
[ Sure, he always tries to play it cool, but Aether can tell when that big ol' doggie tail of his is wagging with anticipation past his stoic face. Smiling, the traveler bends his body, kissing Wriothesley warm and full on the lips. ]
That's what makes you a puppy.