[Of all the things Aether was expecting, lewd and otherwise, he still can't say he was expecting Itto to take the lead like this, pinning Aether against the wall with enough force to have his head spinning -- though only because of how much of a turn-on it is. He didn't get treated roughly nearly as much as he liked, and if the memory playing in background has anything to say about it, obviously he enjoyed a little bit of pain with the pleasure.]
[Even before their lips meet, he feels himself melting against Itto, hungrily kissing back the moment he's given the opportunity to do so. With his free hand, he grabs the front of Itto's shirt and tugs him closer still, legs parting around one of Itto's thighs so he might rub his own up against the growing bulge in Itto's pants.]
[Behind them, the memory is continuing to play out -- but slower, as if lingering on every moment as they find themselves utterly swept up in it. Was this a bad idea? Absolutely. Did he care? Not at all.]
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[Even before their lips meet, he feels himself melting against Itto, hungrily kissing back the moment he's given the opportunity to do so. With his free hand, he grabs the front of Itto's shirt and tugs him closer still, legs parting around one of Itto's thighs so he might rub his own up against the growing bulge in Itto's pants.]
[Behind them, the memory is continuing to play out -- but slower, as if lingering on every moment as they find themselves utterly swept up in it. Was this a bad idea? Absolutely. Did he care? Not at all.]