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CrimDemon
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Aiden Connor Obrien
Aiden blushed as Merander got close to him and glanced down at the younger man. He inwardly cursed at him, yelling in his head that he needed to stay alert and needed to keep a clear head. But instead, Aiden gave in to his need of help. Even if he refused, the younger man would just keep asking him to unbutton his shirt. "Too drunk to undress yourself?" He chuckled lightly and shook his head, moving to his side. His lavender eyes stared down at the young king's shirt, his fingers slowly reaching Merander's torso. The mage huffed softly as he slowly unbuttoned the young king's shirt, moving his hands slowly when he reached the last button as he looked away with a red face. "There."