Aza blinked, the agitation that had started bubbling up in his belly kind of... fizzling out as Aymeric rambled. Homesick? Aymeric was homesick? That was... Aza knew Aymeric had been (rightfully) upset about his abrupt posting here, but his partner always seemed keen and interested in experiencing other cultures and places. To hear him finding it difficult to settle in and enjoy the experience was... kind of heart-breaking, really.
"Um, I haven't made any plans to go out. I thought we were gonna have a night in together," he said hesitantly. Kugane was a pain to travel from, what with needing to book ship tickets or set aside money for a Ruby Tithe, and Aza was leery of wandering the city when just a five minute walk through its streets had him break out into cold sweats. He'd force himself to, if he had to for Aym's happiness, but that was very much a last resort thing.
Not that Aymeric was in any state to go out. With both of his hands clasping his, his partner's kimono was gaping open, revealing a very nice, firm chest and well toned abs, but was a worrying indication of his apathy, being practically naked and so poorly dressed. Aza was used to Aymeric being nothing short of impeccable, only showing such disarray post-fight or post-sex, but still possessing that hypnotic confidence even if caked in filth. This situation was not as sexy as those two scenarios.
"Maybe we should clean you up first," Aza said, gentling his tone. He lifted his free hand, cupping his partner's jaw to rub his thumb over the prickly scruff. So weird. He never kissed a guy with scruff before now and it had felt... okay? Unfamiliar, but not unpleasant, "A hot bath, yeah? How does that sound, babe?"
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"Um, I haven't made any plans to go out. I thought we were gonna have a night in together," he said hesitantly. Kugane was a pain to travel from, what with needing to book ship tickets or set aside money for a Ruby Tithe, and Aza was leery of wandering the city when just a five minute walk through its streets had him break out into cold sweats. He'd force himself to, if he had to for Aym's happiness, but that was very much a last resort thing.
Not that Aymeric was in any state to go out. With both of his hands clasping his, his partner's kimono was gaping open, revealing a very nice, firm chest and well toned abs, but was a worrying indication of his apathy, being practically naked and so poorly dressed. Aza was used to Aymeric being nothing short of impeccable, only showing such disarray post-fight or post-sex, but still possessing that hypnotic confidence even if caked in filth. This situation was not as sexy as those two scenarios.
"Maybe we should clean you up first," Aza said, gentling his tone. He lifted his free hand, cupping his partner's jaw to rub his thumb over the prickly scruff. So weird. He never kissed a guy with scruff before now and it had felt... okay? Unfamiliar, but not unpleasant, "A hot bath, yeah? How does that sound, babe?"