[It was certainly different from what he may have expected from Kazuha in a situation like this-- but likewise, Kazuha might not expect Aether to be far more into this than the alternative. Eagerly, he parts his legs as Kazuha grinds into him, groaning against his lips as he arches up to meet his thrusts with his own. They were both getting hard now, and while some part of him vaguely wished there were less barriers of clothing between them, he didn't want to pause for even a moment to fix that.]
[The desperation between them, that drive to possess and be possessed-- it was mutual, and far too strong to ignore.]
[Practically pulling Kazuha's hair now, Aether grips it to hold him close, not wanting their lips to part again. And all the while, his other hand moves to slide between the folds of his clothing, eagerly seeking out warm, bare skin to sink his nails into. Though for his part, it has far less to do with wanting to leave a mark, and far more about wanting to draw a reaction out of Kazuha. Would he pin those hands down and grind him through the floor? Pepper his neck with bites until he behaved? This kind of play felt new -- and that made it all the more exciting.]
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[The desperation between them, that drive to possess and be possessed-- it was mutual, and far too strong to ignore.]
[Practically pulling Kazuha's hair now, Aether grips it to hold him close, not wanting their lips to part again. And all the while, his other hand moves to slide between the folds of his clothing, eagerly seeking out warm, bare skin to sink his nails into. Though for his part, it has far less to do with wanting to leave a mark, and far more about wanting to draw a reaction out of Kazuha. Would he pin those hands down and grind him through the floor? Pepper his neck with bites until he behaved? This kind of play felt new -- and that made it all the more exciting.]