[His own breathing is a bit heavier with every moment, but he has to let out a quiet burst of laugher when Vanitas impatiently unbuttons the rest of his own shirt, exposing his torso fully. The scars, the marks, Aether knows them well by now, his lips traced them quite a few times. Yet, he's quick to do it all over again, as if a reminded to Vanitas that he's loved the way he is. That none of those marks make him any less treasured.
Aether's hands run down the other's sides, massaging the muscles as his mouth trails a path of kisses lower and lower. From shoulder to the chest, then steadily down to the center of Vanitas' stomach, then lower still, until his pants start getting in the way.]
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Aether's hands run down the other's sides, massaging the muscles as his mouth trails a path of kisses lower and lower. From shoulder to the chest, then steadily down to the center of Vanitas' stomach, then lower still, until his pants start getting in the way.]