[He laughs, remembering all the silly Paimon drawings he's made or the picture of the teapot he did for Kaveh's lessons, much to the architect's confusion as the theme was "home".]
Together. [He repeats with a smile, like he wants Vanitas to remember he's there for him, always. But then he's silent at the other's words, taking a moment to respond:]
That sounds nice, but... I have an idea of something I want to do first. [He nuzzles against Vanitas' hand, before smiling some more.] It's your birthday, so I want you to relax... A lot has been happening lately. [Too much, honestly.] So how about a massage?
[The irony would be if they're both terrible, honestly. Though teapot = home would throw Vanitas for a loop as well, at least until it was explained.
With a hum of acknowledgment and appreciation, he nods. He has no problem letting Aether do as he pleases, whatever that entails. Because Vanitas trusts him implicitly.]
Alright then. Let's hear it. [Head tilted a bit to one side, he regards his lover with a warm expression. One that shows surprise at the suggestion. But it's not a bad thing, clearly; he chuckles, tail swaying in contentment. It's a fine gesture, one he likes quite a bit.] So long as you don't mind, I'll happily submit to your careful touches. You're always so warm, I imagine that would be heavenly, heh.
[Aether gives his lover a warm smile, before pulling away slightly, hand moving to the collar, slowly proceeding to remove Vanitas' shirt.]
I'm glad you have this much trust in me. [He responds, then leans down, placing a small kiss to the other's collarbone, then to the middle of his chest as he works on unbuttoning that shirt.] I'll make sure it's worth your time.
[As much as he would love to kiss some more, he has to pull away completely, sitting beside his lover. His hands reach for Vanitas' to help him up.]
You won't need this... [He says with a small grin pushing the shirt down from Vanitas' shoulders, exposing his torso, beautiful even in its scarred form.] Lay down on your stomach and get yourself comfortable for me, okay?
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
no subject
[He laughs, remembering all the silly Paimon drawings he's made or the picture of the teapot he did for Kaveh's lessons, much to the architect's confusion as the theme was "home".]
Together. [He repeats with a smile, like he wants Vanitas to remember he's there for him, always. But then he's silent at the other's words, taking a moment to respond:]
That sounds nice, but... I have an idea of something I want to do first. [He nuzzles against Vanitas' hand, before smiling some more.] It's your birthday, so I want you to relax... A lot has been happening lately. [Too much, honestly.] So how about a massage?
no subject
[The irony would be if they're both terrible, honestly. Though teapot = home would throw Vanitas for a loop as well, at least until it was explained.
With a hum of acknowledgment and appreciation, he nods. He has no problem letting Aether do as he pleases, whatever that entails. Because Vanitas trusts him implicitly.]
Alright then. Let's hear it. [Head tilted a bit to one side, he regards his lover with a warm expression. One that shows surprise at the suggestion. But it's not a bad thing, clearly; he chuckles, tail swaying in contentment. It's a fine gesture, one he likes quite a bit.] So long as you don't mind, I'll happily submit to your careful touches. You're always so warm, I imagine that would be heavenly, heh.
[Angel jokes, haha...]
no subject
I'm glad you have this much trust in me. [He responds, then leans down, placing a small kiss to the other's collarbone, then to the middle of his chest as he works on unbuttoning that shirt.] I'll make sure it's worth your time.
[As much as he would love to kiss some more, he has to pull away completely, sitting beside his lover. His hands reach for Vanitas' to help him up.]
You won't need this... [He says with a small grin pushing the shirt down from Vanitas' shoulders, exposing his torso, beautiful even in its scarred form.] Lay down on your stomach and get yourself comfortable for me, okay?