☞ otp and otp accessories
You are now AETHOS SONNET, the golden brat.
magic!anon status: none.
Take me s⊙mewhere nice
also i’m sitting on pesterchum if anyone wants to poke aethos?
all up on that apolloAblaze
Every little nip and suck along the boys neck made him shudder, quiet whines escaping his mouth as Estell suckles on his flesh. The boy finds himself smiling as a last few kisses remedy his tiny bruise, pressing his lips back against the others as their lips meet once more. His hands relax and allow the cloth bunched in his little fists to be let go. The palms of his hands instead, relaxing against Estells back.
He felt his mates hands squirrel over his body, making him giggle as the rolled over delicate flesh. Though, his sweet noises pause as he feels the others thumbs graze over the nubs that hid underneath his sweater. He groans quietly, and squirms slightly underneath his mates hands. Letting out a sigh as Estell takes his fingers away from his chest. And watching carefully as the others head descends along his frail, soft body. Each little kiss that was placed along his belly made his heart flutter, and the spot that was kissed felt like there was someone giving him a quick shock. So electric and welcoming. Until his mate stopped to unbutton his trousers, and the boy helping by lifting up his hips to reveal his underwear and thigh highs.
He lazily yanks at the highblood’s pants, hardly paying attention as they’re removed and tossed aside. When he looks down, quick look of surprise crosses his face when he notices what the other was wearing, brows raising for a moment before a sly smile curls at his lips as he glances up at Icarus.
‘Real cute…’ he murmurs, hands resting on the boy’s knees before carefully trailing up his thighs until they reached the dainty material of the boy’s undergarments. Estell’s fingers trace along the fabric, trying to remember how long it’s been since Icarus had pulled this little number. Another smile comes to his face, the goldblood now somewhat interested in the situation at hand, bringing himself back up to hover over the other.
‘These just for me, babe?’ he coos quietly, peppering the boy’s lips and jawline in gentle kisses, his hand starting to venture lower until his middle finger begins lightly rubbing against the little troll through the thin fabric.