Just the sight of him kissing low on her stomach is enough to pull a little whimper of anticipation out of her, the fingers in his hair tensing enough to tug gently as she does her very best to look disapproving.

"I thought pirates weren't supposed to play fair," she counters in a ragged, soft voice before the hand he teases her entrance with makes her squirm and whimper again. Just as she moves to get closer to that touch he slides his hand back up to her breast, making her bite her lower lip to stifle a noise of objection, her eyes still fixed on his face as his mouth teases the flesh of her inner thigh.

The hand not in his hair covers his as it curves over her breast, breathing out a moan in response to that last question of his. The awareness of how close his mouth is to her heat is almost enough to drive her as mad as how he's touching her. "It feels so good," Aerith manages, jumping slightly as she feels the bridge of his nose brushing perilously close to where she wants to feel him most.

"Now who's not playing fair?"