[It's hard to say how much of Aether is really present right now. He's aware that the person in his arms is Albedo, but who Albedo is to him seems to be a bit more muddled. It's hard to focus on any one thing at a time, so his mind chooses the easiest things -- the taste of Albedo's blood on his lips, the feeling of his warm body against his own, and the way his thumb rubs near the sensitive base of his tail.]

[Much like the drive to taste Albedo's blood, the moonless sky is also driving forward his desire for other pleasures of the flesh. And there's very little keeping him from verbalizing those wants in ways far more vulgar than Aether otherwise would. Aether's gained quite a bit of experience in this world -- though there's no way for Albedo to know whether this is new, or he was just always like this in such scenarios. It's not like he ever talked about his romantic life, after all.]

Mm... touch me more. I want to feel your hands all over me... leave me writhing against you, until I'm begging to feel you inside me.

[Yeah, he's gonna go on a very long journey after this month, probably.]