[There's part of Kazuha that is maybe slightly surprised that Aether is so submissive in this, but there's a quieter part of him right now that understands it— sometimes, in the loneliness, it just feels good to be taken apart, devoured, possessed. The blond's legs part easy for him, and that small voice knows it might be the pheromones, it could be the tight, bruising grip he has on the traveler's hip ensuring he couldn't wiggle away from the hard press of his dick against his thigh.
And it's all pushed aside and dismissed, his heat boiling away all the sweetness and concern away. As Aether's hands yank his kimono loose from his obi, nails scraping into his pale skin, he thrusts his hips down harsh enough to bounce him in his grip. The blond's ass never quite gets the chance to hit the floor again, wisps of anemo coiling around him to float him like extra hands.
Then he spins him, pushing him back onto the floor stomach down, his cock pressing into the soft curve of his ass. Kazuha leans in again, his lips brushing Aether's ear, his voice low—]
Did my boyfriend take you from behind? Did he make you cry for it?
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And it's all pushed aside and dismissed, his heat boiling away all the sweetness and concern away. As Aether's hands yank his kimono loose from his obi, nails scraping into his pale skin, he thrusts his hips down harsh enough to bounce him in his grip. The blond's ass never quite gets the chance to hit the floor again, wisps of anemo coiling around him to float him like extra hands.
Then he spins him, pushing him back onto the floor stomach down, his cock pressing into the soft curve of his ass. Kazuha leans in again, his lips brushing Aether's ear, his voice low—]
Did my boyfriend take you from behind? Did he make you cry for it?