"Are you sure you'll be able to keep quiet?" She teases in response, nuzzling his skin affectionately while her hand continues to stroke his length, enjoying the feel of how hard he is against her palm.

His hand moves over her ass and she tips her hips back to press against his touch, the thought of feeling his hands everywhere making the desire building through her flare needily.

"You'll be sleeping and spent beside me, my beloved." Aerith steps back with a grin, moving away from his touch and releasing her hold on his cock, taking his hand instead as she tugs him forward, letting him go once they're close enough to the large mirror beside the bench holding his clothes.

She stills beside it, resting a hand against the frame, and raises her eyebrows at him. "I want you to fuck me in front of it, so we can watch."