His kiss breaks off more than once to grasp jaggedly at how good her hands feels on his cock. She may not have any finesse, but her instinct is good, and the clear eagerness to please him makes him kiss her again and again.

Her noise of objection when he shifts makes him giddy, warm with how much she wants him near, and he chuckles at the color rising in her cheeks, eyes taking in the process at his cock. What lingering guilt and doubt he has about being older and more experienced is blessedly quiet.

"I am too," he promises, laughing at the way she scrambles against him. He feels much the same. "Lay back," he says gently, hand running down her stomach, and this time parting her beautiful lips; she isn't the only one staring, and he knows whatever they do tonight, it won't be enough. He wants to map every inch of her. Taking hold of her hips, he adjusts her position, tilting her hips up toward him and gently lining up the head of his cock to her very wet folds. He goes slow, but the moment the two meet, he hisses, eyelids fluttering. "Gods you make me happy," he breathes, slowly rolling his hips to sink a little further in, flushing as she gasps and clenches around him, like she's begging him to keep going. No longer needing to guide the angle, he leans down again, kissing her slow and tender. He rocks his hips again, lips parting of their own accord as he moans at the strength of the pleasure ricocheting through him. "Aerith," he whimpers, hand tightening against her as he gives her a look of helpless adoration.