[Little does Aether know, but it's torturous to Childe to not hear him moan and cry for him. He's impressed that the traveler is able to keep himself from groaning with delight under each stroke that grazes him, from every kiss he administers to his neck. He deserves a reward for this, for being so good at following his instructions, smiling into the kiss before he pulls back to break it.

He wants get a good look at Aether's face, savoring the taste of him on his tongue, licking his lips again as he drinks in his lover underneath him.]

I'm impressed. Since you've done such a good job, I'll lift any and all rules for the time being. Now, how would you like me to reward you?

[The Harbinger's hand comes down to softly graze Aether's cheek, gazing down with adoration for him, wanting nothing else but to give him all the pleasure and love he deserves.]