[ 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...