[He takes his hand interlacing their fingers like they’ve done probably a hundred or more times in the short time they’ve know each other. He squeezes the aether there letting him know he understands and giving him something aetherically to hold onto.

He doesn’t carve off any more pieces of his soul. The fraction he has is good enough for now and he doesn’t want to overwhelm him too much especially after a bad game.

And he begins to stroke his cock firmly meeting his thrusts and adding aetherical touch to the action.]

Look how beautiful you are. How warm you feel. How brightly you shine even as I take pieces of you for myself.