[ Oh, Vanitas is not immune to tickles, and he chuckles while trying to shove Aether's hands off. A rare right that only his partner gets to see, really. He catches them before Aether can pull away, though, just as there's kisses being brushed to his neck. Ah, that's a place he's absolutely weak to; there's a contented sigh that escapes his lips, and his eyes flutter shut. His fingers thread themselves between Aether's as he tilts his head back. ]
Trying to spoil me now, are you?
[ He says this because he quite likes where Aether's kissing him. ]
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Trying to spoil me now, are you?
[ He says this because he quite likes where Aether's kissing him. ]