[ 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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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.