[His eyes flash as it seems that his partner has made his choice, tugging the underwear down with his free hand enough to completely free Aether of his confines. There's a low chuckle that comes from the Harbinger, happy with the decision made, and now he'll give Aether the pleasure he's seeking. Making his lover into a stuttering mess is cute beyond description, giving him one last, mischievous glance before he closes his eyes to sink deeper down on his cock, tongue massaging it as his lips drag across the sensitive skin.
He makes sure to sink as far down as his throat allows, Aether's scent driving him crazy with lust as he lets his head begin to bob up and down, his tongue working alongside of his lips that wrap firmly around him. Small, satisfied moans bubble up from him, fighting the urge to touch himself at the same time, heat searing his mouth from having Aether inside.
Every gasp, every cry from his lover is well worth the effort. It makes his body shudder with anticipation for the next groan he can drag out of him, and it only spurs him on to move at a pace that makes Aether's body respond to him. Tartaglia's hand wraps around the traveler's base as he finds a rhythm that he finds will elicit every noise he's seeking, his other hand coming up to grip into the other man's hip, rolling it under his palm as he continues his work.
For a second, Childe glances up from beneath his long lashes to get a glimpse of what Aether's face must look like, his smile barely noticeable as he sucks and massages Aether to his heart's content.]
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He makes sure to sink as far down as his throat allows, Aether's scent driving him crazy with lust as he lets his head begin to bob up and down, his tongue working alongside of his lips that wrap firmly around him. Small, satisfied moans bubble up from him, fighting the urge to touch himself at the same time, heat searing his mouth from having Aether inside.
Every gasp, every cry from his lover is well worth the effort. It makes his body shudder with anticipation for the next groan he can drag out of him, and it only spurs him on to move at a pace that makes Aether's body respond to him. Tartaglia's hand wraps around the traveler's base as he finds a rhythm that he finds will elicit every noise he's seeking, his other hand coming up to grip into the other man's hip, rolling it under his palm as he continues his work.
For a second, Childe glances up from beneath his long lashes to get a glimpse of what Aether's face must look like, his smile barely noticeable as he sucks and massages Aether to his heart's content.]