aether is still reluctant to move his head, but ace’s hand petting his hair is so soothing that it coerces him into lifting his head up. his face is still streaked with pink, but he speaks, bashfully and quietly
you have to do it properly…
he raises a brow as he hears indiscernible mumbling. he gently squeezes aether in his embrace before lifting a hand to pet his head
what was that, sunflower?
he feels the arms wrapped around him and relaxes in his hold. he wants to look at ace again, but he knows that he probably looks foolish with the way he’s flushed and flustered. instead he mutters something, the sound of his voice muddled against ace’s body
he chuckles, unable to argue such a blatantly true statement, especially not when aether has tucked themself against him, inviting ace to wrap his arms around the smaller
only a little. but i have been thinking about doing that for more than just a little
see, you're burning up.
he innocently grins, albeit the tips of his ears also glow a bright red as the height of his cheeks begin to pink
looks like you're not fully recovered yet.
he raises a brow at ace’s response, almost about to reply until he feels ace’s lips against theirs. then, almost instantly, his whole face goes red, eyes going wide.
y-you…