"That's right," she says, her voice light and sing-song. "If you're the treasure then I think I'll be a wonderful pirate." As she speaks Aerith lets her hands run over his skin, her fingers grazing up the backs of his arms before her palms travel along his shoulder blades.
"Last night was beautiful, but everything happened so quickly that I didn't have the chance to touch you everywhere I wanted." Not that she would change a thing about the way things had unfolded between them the evening prior, but as she sees it, it was the perfect reason to devote some time to touching him today.
"Good thing your healer has you on bedrest - I can take my time." Aerith pushes her loose hair past her shoulders, bending enough to let the tip of her nose nuzzle the soft skin at the back of his neck, her hands moving down his back as she begins to kiss a trail to one of his shoulderblades. "If I do something you like, you have to tell me, okay?"
He hums lowly at the assertion he's a treasure and the lovely feel of her fingers up his arms and hands on his shoulder blades.
"You're going to have me here all day, aren't you?" he asks, not quite teasing; he sees how she can get when she's fixated on something. It makes him a little self-concious, like he's not sure what to do with himself and unsure if he'll live up to that expectation, but a moment later she's nuzzling him and pressing gentle kisses to his skin and he can't help relaxing.
"All of this is lovely," he assures her, voice heavy with relaxation. "Though you may put me back to sleep." There are still a few faint spots on his back, the last remnants of his wounds.
"After waiting this long to be with you like this, all day and then some, I think." Her hands travel down his body ahead of the trail she kisses over the contours of his shoulder blade, before nuzzling her cheek against his back.
"If you fall asleep I'll have lots of time to snoop," Aerith murmurs, her hands curving over his ass with a light giggle, drawing her hand back far enough to give one side a light tap.
Waiting this long. He chuckles. "And here I was worried I was moving too fast these past few months." His murmurs break off into another hum, her touch warm and soft and sweet.
He's not expecting the hand on his ass, and he stiffens, arching slightly as a jolt of arousal stirs in his cock. "If I fall asleep, I won't be safe, you mean," he teases. But he catches himself. "I like you touching my ass." He's glad she can't see him flush. Why does this feel more lurid than kissing in alleys?
"Does that mean now you're going to make up for lost time?" She grins against his skin, her lips kissing down the line of his back before she has to curve over him so that her tongue can brush against the small of his back.
"Like this?" Aerith asks, her palm covering his ass, squeezing it lightly before she continues to explore. "Or like this?" Still smiling she lightly nips his hip, before gently biting one cheek.
"I'm starting to think I should be impressed you didn't jump me in that alley," he grins, even as his heart beats faster. He wasn't sure what he'd expected it, but it wasn't waking up to being affectionately seduced. As her tongue drags across his back, he moans lowly, shivering as the air cools the line of saliva.
The moan deepens as she squeezes his ass and nips at his hip, and when she nips his ass he yelps lightly, body stiffening again. "Yes," he breathes, breath starting to come jagged. "Like that."
"I could say the same for you," she retorts airily before giving his ass another bite, encouraged by the way he shifts against the bed and moans. At first, she used her teeth on impulse, but after enjoying his reaction Aerith can't help but find it kind of primal and sexy.
Her hands rove down the backs of his thighs and she trails kisses along each before gently biting the soft skin behind his knee with a mischievous laugh.
Primal is a good word for it. Balthier can't entirely put his finger on what it does for him, but he likes the playfulness of it, the possession, the way he trusts her not to overstep and hurt him. It's not a feeling he has a lot of experience with.
So the break is welcome. She really was serious about exploring all of him. He hisses lightly at the bite in his knee. "I'm not sure about that one," he says. It's new. "I suppose you'll just have to try a few more times." Because he doesn't have any qualms with this exploring and playing. "I like you playful like this." There's something else, too, deeper than that, but he can't put his finger on it.
And it occurs to him he doesn't have to figure it out this time, or the next. For the foreseeable future, at least, she wants to be here. With him.
She laughs again when he tells her he's not sure about that last caress and ducks her head to kiss the back of his knee instead, her hands running down his calves as she does.
Aerith's hands sweep back up his body, her lips kissing a trail from his leg to his hip and up along the line of his back before her hands run through his hair and she's kissing the back of his neck.
He lets out a sighing hum as she moves across him, loving her touch and the way her weight and warmth drifts over him. When she reaches his hair, her murmurs warmly, hand groping around to catch any part of her and squeeze.
At her request he rolls over, catching her face in his hands and sits up halfway to kiss her deeply. Flushed, contented, he nuzzles against her before settling back down, eyes staring and staring at her face.
If his attention isn't enough to give him away, his cock is half-risen, already firming under touch and affections.
Leaning in as he catches her face to kiss her, she lets one of her hands settle against the side of his neck as the other continues to brush through his hair, all too pleased to return that kiss as her chest goes tight from how happy this makes her.
She lets him slip free of her hands as he lays back, smiling down at him once he settles back against the pillows. The sight of him is enough to distract her from the business at hand momentarily, and she gives into the urge to lean over him, cuddling against his chest as she brushes her lips against the shell of his ear.
"All naked men can't possibly be as beautiful as you are. Nobody would ever get anything done."
"Have you considered that's why I keep so covered up?" he teases. His hands stroke over her back, tracing her shoulder blades and ribs, down to the swell of her hips, and when she sits up, around the front and over her breasts until he's holding her shoulders.
"It's a good thing I'm on bedrest and you have no clothes. I'm not going to have my fill of looking at you for awhile yet."
Humming in contentment at the feeling of his hands running down her back and over her shoulders. "I never thought about it that way," she answers, feigning sincerity. "But I am very glad you stopped."
Aerith leans into his hands as they skim over her breasts before settling on her shoulders. She brings her hands up to cover his, turning her head to kiss the backs of his fingers before trailing down his arms again. "You don't have to have your fill of that ever."
Bending at the waist she keeps her hair pushed back as she kisses his collarbone and over the curve of one shoulder, sighing against his skin. "Oh, I love this part a lot."
"Oh? Should I show more skin? Or do you like being the only one who sees me?"
It continues to surprise and delight him the way she leans into his touch and rewards him with affectionate kisses and gentle touch. His breath catches at her words, smiling at her encouragement to bask in her.
Then he's lost in her curling down over him again, hair skimming his skin as she kisses across him. "I don't think I'll ever have my fill of this, either," he says, hands trailing down her arms as she moves against him, tracing down by her hips and across the small of her back. He's touching her, and still he feels like he misses her, hasn't gotten his fill.
She smiles against his shoulder before trailing kisses along his forearm and back to his chest. "Maybe just me for now, but if we go to your bioluminescent beaches we could both show more skin." Ideally not for a crowd, but she still likes the thought.
"One day of being together and you're already so greedy." The smug look on her face speaks volumes about how much she enjoys that too. She doesn't want him to ever have his fill of her. Aerith sits up enough to look him over, as though she were deciding where to go next.
"Where else do you like being touched?" She asks in a thoughtful murmur, leaning over him to let the tip of her tongue brush over his nipple, curious if he enjoys it as much as she does.
He likes the idea of her wanting him to himself, and the pleasure makes it into how he hums at the kisses against his arms and chest. "Is that really why you wanted to go?" he teases. "Did the princess ever have a swimsuit? I suppose we'll have to go shopping, hmm?"
And he loves all of that. Loves doing it together, loves it being new, loves being vulnerable for her.
For a tiny moment, he winces at the accusation of being greedy with her, but catches himself quickly, realizing she's absolutely thrilled about it. "You're going to encourage my appetites and I'm going to be insatiable," he promises, giving her a wry grin.
At her question, he gives a dramatic sigh. "I can't make it that easy for you," he says. But when she stimulates his nipple, he arches, giving her a deep moan. "Tongue is certainly a fruitful direction, though."
Lifting her head to meet his eye Aerith laughs, tilting her head to the side as she lets her lips graze over his skin.
"A swimsuit? I didn't even think about that!" The corners of her mouth twitch in a suppressed smirk as she ducks her head, her lips finding his nipple again and sucking delicately before letting her teeth gently graze over the sensitive peak.
He chuckles, the warm sound turning to a hiss and a moan as she puts her mouth back to him. His hand comes to her head, fingers trailing against her scalp.
"Mmm you just want me naked at the beach, is it? Are we going to go swimming, too, so you can get chilled and cuddle up to me on the sand after?" He doesn't even really like the beach, but that sounds lovely.
Encouraged by his reaction Aerith's lips blaze a trail of kisses across his chest before her tongue flicks over his other nipple. "Tongue, lips, and teeth hm?" She asks softly before letting her lips purse tightly around his nipple to give it a careful tug.
"On a blanket, of course," she chuckles as her hands sweep down his stomach, reaching down to tease the top of that thatch of hair below his navel, purposefully touching no further.
This time a flush creeps across his face, and his hand tightens in her hair. His cock gives a lurch between them and he’s suddenly aware of how close she is, a dull ache starting to grow inside him. He wants her enveloping him, wants her moaning and gasping and taking her pleasure, and that just deepens his flush. None of this is helped by her hand grazing his stomach down to the thick hair just above his cock.
“Do I get to star in all your fantasies now?” He asks, more breathless than he means. His hand slips from her hair to her cheek, brushing it gently before his hands come to cup her breasts, massaging them firmly before his thumbs come to twirl on her nipples. It wouldn’t be so bad if she lost track of what she was doing, and he wants to see that sweet dazed ecstasy on her face again.
Every little sign and signal Balthier gives her that he's enjoying the way she explores him only makes her want to keep doing it. She loves his noises, loves the way he shifts against the bed, and the gentle, but persistent nudge of his cock against her skin each time she finds a new way to move over him and kiss somewhere new.
"You already do," she whispers against his skin, kissing lower on his chest before his hands move to cover her breasts. The desire growing in her, already being stoked by the effect the way she's touching him has, flares through her, making her breath catch as she lets herself lean into the teasing swirl of his thumbs. Shifting to rub her thigh against the side of his leg, she nips at his chest as she reaches up and guides his hands away.
"You can have a turn later." Her voice is soft, but the look on her face is impish while she presses his wrists against the bed, urging him to stay in place before her mouth moves lower on his abdomen, and her hands move to his legs, running up his thighs as her fingertips trail along the inner parts of them, teasing at the soft skin.
"Good," he murmurs, watching her eyelids get heavy as she enjoys the touch at her breasts. He hums, hips rocking slightly, and when she leans her leg against his, he can feel himself straining to feel her against his heat.
His gaze goes to hers, lips parting slightly as she takes his hands and tells him to wait his turn. That wasn't what he was expecting. He also wasn't expecting the flare of heat he feels when she pushes his wrists down to his sides, giving him that mischievous look.
"And what if I don't listen?" he murmurs, reaching one hand to her hair again before he tenses, moaning at the soft touch inside his thighs and kisses at his abdomen. She's so warm and so close to his cock. She's going to drive him mad and he's entirely alright with that.
"Then I'll have to stop before I'm finished," her eyes flick up towards his face, raising a challenging eyebrow as she runs a line of kisses from his navel to just above the apex of his thighs before drifting leftward so that she can trail her tongue up along the angle of his hips.
The pads of her thumbs brush along his inner thighs as she moves before she shifts, letting her fingertips reach out enough to allow her to skim along the side of his cock, her thighs pressing together as she feels how hard he's grown.
"I don't believe you," he says, raising a brow back. "I have never succeeded at deterring you." There's no bit to it though. He moans low, shuddering as she kisses so low on his body then switches to her tongue, like she's mapping every inch of him. His grip tightens in her hair, and when he feels her skim against his cock, he gasps, angling toward her instinctively.
"I like this," he breathes. "You exploring me." He likes wanting her and knowing it's so welcome. "Why don't you straddle my thigh, so I can feel how wet you are?" Even if he can't use his hands, he's exploring too.
Aerith keeps her gaze trained on his face as she kisses the top of one thigh, her fingers trailing along the underside of his length while her free hand gently eases his legs apart to allow her to nip his inner thigh, enjoying the gentle way he tugs at her hair.
"I think you're determined to distract me," she murmurs when he suggests she straddle his thigh, punctuating the thought with another kiss, her hand wrapping around his cock to stroke him slowly. "I told you you could have a turn when I'm done."
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"Last night was beautiful, but everything happened so quickly that I didn't have the chance to touch you everywhere I wanted." Not that she would change a thing about the way things had unfolded between them the evening prior, but as she sees it, it was the perfect reason to devote some time to touching him today.
"Good thing your healer has you on bedrest - I can take my time." Aerith pushes her loose hair past her shoulders, bending enough to let the tip of her nose nuzzle the soft skin at the back of his neck, her hands moving down his back as she begins to kiss a trail to one of his shoulderblades. "If I do something you like, you have to tell me, okay?"
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"You're going to have me here all day, aren't you?" he asks, not quite teasing; he sees how she can get when she's fixated on something. It makes him a little self-concious, like he's not sure what to do with himself and unsure if he'll live up to that expectation, but a moment later she's nuzzling him and pressing gentle kisses to his skin and he can't help relaxing.
"All of this is lovely," he assures her, voice heavy with relaxation. "Though you may put me back to sleep." There are still a few faint spots on his back, the last remnants of his wounds.
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"If you fall asleep I'll have lots of time to snoop," Aerith murmurs, her hands curving over his ass with a light giggle, drawing her hand back far enough to give one side a light tap.
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He's not expecting the hand on his ass, and he stiffens, arching slightly as a jolt of arousal stirs in his cock. "If I fall asleep, I won't be safe, you mean," he teases. But he catches himself. "I like you touching my ass." He's glad she can't see him flush. Why does this feel more lurid than kissing in alleys?
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"Like this?" Aerith asks, her palm covering his ass, squeezing it lightly before she continues to explore. "Or like this?" Still smiling she lightly nips his hip, before gently biting one cheek.
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The moan deepens as she squeezes his ass and nips at his hip, and when she nips his ass he yelps lightly, body stiffening again. "Yes," he breathes, breath starting to come jagged. "Like that."
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Her hands rove down the backs of his thighs and she trails kisses along each before gently biting the soft skin behind his knee with a mischievous laugh.
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So the break is welcome. She really was serious about exploring all of him. He hisses lightly at the bite in his knee. "I'm not sure about that one," he says. It's new. "I suppose you'll just have to try a few more times." Because he doesn't have any qualms with this exploring and playing. "I like you playful like this." There's something else, too, deeper than that, but he can't put his finger on it.
And it occurs to him he doesn't have to figure it out this time, or the next. For the foreseeable future, at least, she wants to be here. With him.
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Aerith's hands sweep back up his body, her lips kissing a trail from his leg to his hip and up along the line of his back before her hands run through his hair and she's kissing the back of his neck.
"Can I try the front now?"
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At her request he rolls over, catching her face in his hands and sits up halfway to kiss her deeply. Flushed, contented, he nuzzles against her before settling back down, eyes staring and staring at her face.
If his attention isn't enough to give him away, his cock is half-risen, already firming under touch and affections.
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She lets him slip free of her hands as he lays back, smiling down at him once he settles back against the pillows. The sight of him is enough to distract her from the business at hand momentarily, and she gives into the urge to lean over him, cuddling against his chest as she brushes her lips against the shell of his ear.
"All naked men can't possibly be as beautiful as you are. Nobody would ever get anything done."
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"It's a good thing I'm on bedrest and you have no clothes. I'm not going to have my fill of looking at you for awhile yet."
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Aerith leans into his hands as they skim over her breasts before settling on her shoulders. She brings her hands up to cover his, turning her head to kiss the backs of his fingers before trailing down his arms again. "You don't have to have your fill of that ever."
Bending at the waist she keeps her hair pushed back as she kisses his collarbone and over the curve of one shoulder, sighing against his skin. "Oh, I love this part a lot."
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It continues to surprise and delight him the way she leans into his touch and rewards him with affectionate kisses and gentle touch. His breath catches at her words, smiling at her encouragement to bask in her.
Then he's lost in her curling down over him again, hair skimming his skin as she kisses across him. "I don't think I'll ever have my fill of this, either," he says, hands trailing down her arms as she moves against him, tracing down by her hips and across the small of her back. He's touching her, and still he feels like he misses her, hasn't gotten his fill.
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"One day of being together and you're already so greedy." The smug look on her face speaks volumes about how much she enjoys that too. She doesn't want him to ever have his fill of her. Aerith sits up enough to look him over, as though she were deciding where to go next.
"Where else do you like being touched?" She asks in a thoughtful murmur, leaning over him to let the tip of her tongue brush over his nipple, curious if he enjoys it as much as she does.
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And he loves all of that. Loves doing it together, loves it being new, loves being vulnerable for her.
For a tiny moment, he winces at the accusation of being greedy with her, but catches himself quickly, realizing she's absolutely thrilled about it. "You're going to encourage my appetites and I'm going to be insatiable," he promises, giving her a wry grin.
At her question, he gives a dramatic sigh. "I can't make it that easy for you," he says. But when she stimulates his nipple, he arches, giving her a deep moan. "Tongue is certainly a fruitful direction, though."
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"A swimsuit? I didn't even think about that!" The corners of her mouth twitch in a suppressed smirk as she ducks her head, her lips finding his nipple again and sucking delicately before letting her teeth gently graze over the sensitive peak.
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"Mmm you just want me naked at the beach, is it? Are we going to go swimming, too, so you can get chilled and cuddle up to me on the sand after?" He doesn't even really like the beach, but that sounds lovely.
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"On a blanket, of course," she chuckles as her hands sweep down his stomach, reaching down to tease the top of that thatch of hair below his navel, purposefully touching no further.
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“Do I get to star in all your fantasies now?” He asks, more breathless than he means. His hand slips from her hair to her cheek, brushing it gently before his hands come to cup her breasts, massaging them firmly before his thumbs come to twirl on her nipples. It wouldn’t be so bad if she lost track of what she was doing, and he wants to see that sweet dazed ecstasy on her face again.
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"You already do," she whispers against his skin, kissing lower on his chest before his hands move to cover her breasts. The desire growing in her, already being stoked by the effect the way she's touching him has, flares through her, making her breath catch as she lets herself lean into the teasing swirl of his thumbs. Shifting to rub her thigh against the side of his leg, she nips at his chest as she reaches up and guides his hands away.
"You can have a turn later." Her voice is soft, but the look on her face is impish while she presses his wrists against the bed, urging him to stay in place before her mouth moves lower on his abdomen, and her hands move to his legs, running up his thighs as her fingertips trail along the inner parts of them, teasing at the soft skin.
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His gaze goes to hers, lips parting slightly as she takes his hands and tells him to wait his turn. That wasn't what he was expecting. He also wasn't expecting the flare of heat he feels when she pushes his wrists down to his sides, giving him that mischievous look.
"And what if I don't listen?" he murmurs, reaching one hand to her hair again before he tenses, moaning at the soft touch inside his thighs and kisses at his abdomen. She's so warm and so close to his cock. She's going to drive him mad and he's entirely alright with that.
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The pads of her thumbs brush along his inner thighs as she moves before she shifts, letting her fingertips reach out enough to allow her to skim along the side of his cock, her thighs pressing together as she feels how hard he's grown.
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"I like this," he breathes. "You exploring me." He likes wanting her and knowing it's so welcome. "Why don't you straddle my thigh, so I can feel how wet you are?" Even if he can't use his hands, he's exploring too.
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"I think you're determined to distract me," she murmurs when he suggests she straddle his thigh, punctuating the thought with another kiss, her hand wrapping around his cock to stroke him slowly. "I told you you could have a turn when I'm done."
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