[The brief stilling is enough to make the Inazuman's heat addled brain pause for a moment, wondering if he had crossed a line. To his horny brain, it had sounded somewhat sexy— Kazuha is rarely confrontational, merely aroused by the thought of his partner doing the same as he was now. Aether's swift recovery is followed by his own, and he nips the shell of the blond's ear at his response.]
Are you asking to be punished?
[He curls his arm around the traveler's waist, his palm sliding up his bare stomach to his chest, where he pushes his hand beneath the fabric of his top. A scarred, calloused thumb brushes over his nipple, rolling it.]
We share most things, Aether. I might only be irritated he had you first.
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Are you asking to be punished?
[He curls his arm around the traveler's waist, his palm sliding up his bare stomach to his chest, where he pushes his hand beneath the fabric of his top. A scarred, calloused thumb brushes over his nipple, rolling it.]
We share most things, Aether. I might only be irritated he had you first.