[ He's come to accept those parts of him, that they're just things he had to endure and that's that. Aether tracing over them, though, always makes him feel warm. He's a little embarrassed by his own eagerness, but with Aether already at his pants, he can't help himself. The blond succeeded in riling him up, even if it was in an incredibly gentle way. Being loved, having all this attention from the only person he'd let this close...it does something to him every time, without fail. ]
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...Go on. [ His voice is strained. ] Please.