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The alcohol they drunk a little earlier during their conversations at the onsen spread smoothly through Albedo's body, generously providing the much-needed relaxation along with some drowsiness. He was also smiling. A lot. Grinned, even. Perhaps it looked silly, but, nevertheless, it was all probably sincere: keeping himself in line was— is— a tough task in Aether's company.
There still was a faint taste of a fine sakura liqueur in his mouth. Albedo lazily ran his tongue between his lips. Sweet.
The futon they got, Albedo thought as he ran his palm over the soft bedspread, was a comfortable one indeed. The idea was so ridiculous that he couldn't hold it in and chuckled to himself.
The dark blue yukata with fancy patterns on it did a poor job keeping itself in place, and even he himself managed to forget where his obi had gone. He didn't care much about that, though. And the back of his head was still wet. And hot, like the rest of his body.
A salty drop escaped from a strand on his forehead.
The furin under the eaves tinkled melodiously, and behind its singing there was a faint rasp of a sliding door being pushed. Albedo didn't need to look; he already knew by heart whose steps they were.
As soon as Aether went past the paper door, he reached out to Albedo, falling on the futon and giving him an affectionate hug.
“Did you just talk to someone?” Aether's tone was almost serious. His hand slipped under Albedo's dark blue yukata. His palm was cold for some unknown reason, and made Albedo shudder, but soft caresses helped him to relax once again.
“Yes. You know, consulted with my shadow,” he replied with a smile behind his voice, resting his chin on Aether's shoulder. “It says you can be trusted — and, well, I have no reasons to doubt it.”
“Is that so?” Aether left a soft kiss on the bare freckled neck in response, giving in to temptation. “I'd be careful if I were you, Mr. Kreideprinz. All alone in an unfamiliar country, spending your time with just anybody...”
As much as he enjoyed the hot breath and the kisses he left on his tender neck, Albedo froze for a moment — coming from Aether's mouth, the formal title left an unusual aftertaste, but not an unwelcome one. If you savor it for a little while longer, one thing becomes clear: it resembled the sakura liqueur — just as intoxicating and exotic. As the new feeling sank in, so did the excitement building in his gut. The game is on, then.
“Well, dear Traveler, I have no reasons to fear you. After all, you...” Albedo leaned back slightly as he ran his hand over the other's ruddy cheek, “...have done countless...” He took a moment to briefly study Aether's face. A few wet wheat-colored strands were still sticking to his forehead, while the rest, being already dry, stood out in different directions — like the rays of the sun. His amber eyes seemed to glow in the twilight of the room, and his lips were curled in a bit silly, but content smile. Albedo fixed his gaze on it, thinking about something of his own. Oh, Archons...
“...feats...” Albedo slowly leaned forward, gently claiming Aether's lips. Aether deepened the kiss, reveling in the sweet bliss.