[ 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. ]
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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.