"No God fighting necessary for it," Aza promised, privately hoping that he hadn't just jinxed himself with that. The Kojin were normally pretty cool, so he was sure they wouldn't make him do some bullshit tasking to have it done for his partner, like, fist fight Susanoo because of blah blah reason.
He went quiet after that, soaking up the comforting press of warmth against his side as Aymeric tucked him close, a low, rumbling purr humming in his throat. He never got tired of snuggling against Aymeric, and privately felt a very childish sense of security and safety at having his larger, more powerful body press against him. It was odd, because Aza thought he'd rankle at the feeling of needing to be protected but... he still liked it.
He sighed when they stepped back into the privacy of Aymeric's apartment, stepping away as his partner practically threw off his robes and towel. He pulled his damp hair loose from its ponytail, fluffing it out just as Aymeric turned back to him and approached with eyes dark and intent.
"You're so impatient," he tutted playfully as his partner grasped and pulled him along, leaning up into the kiss and squirming at the large hand running over the curve of his hip. Then Aymeric murmured that, and Aza made a very embarrassing, breathless little groan when his mind very gleefully leapt feet first into the fantasy of Aymeric panting and arching under him and-
Okay, focus. Aza inhaled deeply, curling his fingers into Aymeric's open kimono before pushing it open wider, his palms smoothing over that very tempting, bare chest, until his fingers brushed against one pert nipple, where he idly rubbed a lazy circle over it.
"What's the magic word?" Aza purred, his voice deep and husky, "Gotta remember your manners, handsome~"
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He went quiet after that, soaking up the comforting press of warmth against his side as Aymeric tucked him close, a low, rumbling purr humming in his throat. He never got tired of snuggling against Aymeric, and privately felt a very childish sense of security and safety at having his larger, more powerful body press against him. It was odd, because Aza thought he'd rankle at the feeling of needing to be protected but... he still liked it.
He sighed when they stepped back into the privacy of Aymeric's apartment, stepping away as his partner practically threw off his robes and towel. He pulled his damp hair loose from its ponytail, fluffing it out just as Aymeric turned back to him and approached with eyes dark and intent.
"You're so impatient," he tutted playfully as his partner grasped and pulled him along, leaning up into the kiss and squirming at the large hand running over the curve of his hip. Then Aymeric murmured that, and Aza made a very embarrassing, breathless little groan when his mind very gleefully leapt feet first into the fantasy of Aymeric panting and arching under him and-
Okay, focus. Aza inhaled deeply, curling his fingers into Aymeric's open kimono before pushing it open wider, his palms smoothing over that very tempting, bare chest, until his fingers brushed against one pert nipple, where he idly rubbed a lazy circle over it.
"What's the magic word?" Aza purred, his voice deep and husky, "Gotta remember your manners, handsome~"