[ 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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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.