He would try to be no less for the boy, keeping him close, keeping him warm and safe from everything that had ever hurt him, or would ever try. No one deserved what the Phantomhives had gone through. Life had tragedy enough as it was. But they had each other now, if nothing else in the world, and that was all he needed.
"You just love trying to spoil me, I think." He pressed a soft kiss to the mess of dark hair so near to his lips, scritching gently along one shoulder blade. "Quite an odd way to treat a thief, wouldn't you say?"
He hums and laughs softly, happily nuzzling against him in return for that kiss. How spoiled they both are and Astre regrets absolutely nothing. He turns his head then and kisses his neck.
"Can you blame me? You're so wonderful and you've never let me doubt that I'm loved." Another little kiss. "Is it? You're a very unique thief, stealing away my very heart. That means I need to treat you very specially, don't you think?"
And Astre had never thought about having such feelings before.
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"You just love trying to spoil me, I think." He pressed a soft kiss to the mess of dark hair so near to his lips, scritching gently along one shoulder blade. "Quite an odd way to treat a thief, wouldn't you say?"
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"Can you blame me? You're so wonderful and you've never let me doubt that I'm loved." Another little kiss. "Is it? You're a very unique thief, stealing away my very heart. That means I need to treat you very specially, don't you think?"
And Astre had never thought about having such feelings before.