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."
He meets her gaze steadily, warmth spreading through him as he watches her. She's so reverent, and so assertive. His eyelids flutter and he hisses as her fingers graze the underside of his cock, letting her steer his legs open. When she nips the inside of his thigh, he tenses them, calves coming to wrap around her back and pull her closer to him. The hand in her hair trails down to her face, flush spreading as she begins to slowly stroke him.
"I don't know how to be doted on," he says, half admission and half apology.
"But you're so doting," she shakes her head with a smile. From what she knows of him it makes a strange sort of sense, that he doesn't know how to handle being on the receiving end of the sort of affection he freely lavishes her with.
"Do you like it so far?" The hand stroking his cock is careful, almost experimental, she lets the tension in her hand shift, caressing him with her palm and the flats of her fingers as she lets her hand work from his base to the head. "I want you to feel as wonderful as I do every time you touch me."
"That's the problem," he sighs, trying to just relax into her touch. The small sounds she's pulling from him are certainly a good sign. "I'm better at doing."
He hums at her question, opening his eyes enough to reach for her face again. "Quite a lot," he promises. "And I don't mind learning new things." He bites his lip, eyes closing, not sure if it's the way she's touching him or her insistence on wanting him to feel good or that he's made her feel wonderful. Maybe it's all of it, that he doesn't have to be one thing. "Aerith--" he murmurs. "I--I'm going to want you around me if you keep doing that." He hopes she does.
When her hand moves back down to the base of his cock she adjusts her hold enough to allow her thumb to stretch out and delicately brush his balls, kissing up his inner thigh as her eyebrows raised with feigned innocence. "But..."
She trails off and turns her head, her thumb still lightly skimming over that soft flesh as she parts her lips and lets her tongue lick down the side of his length. "I'm around you right now." She's new to this, but she's very sure he means a lot more than being in the same room together, still, it's proving to be a lot of fun to tease him like this.
The touch at his sack elicits a moaning shudder from him, and his hand tightens in her hair again. Her lips are so warm and soft and he can't help thinking about them around his cock. He suspects that's half the intention.
This desire only deepens as her tongue slicks his length, the air making him shiver as his cock lurches against her touch. He licks his lips, trying to keep his breathing even.
"I want you on top of me," he murmurs. "I want to be inside you again." He'll have to pause her when she's ready, get a condom on again, but the way his heart races when he says it is almost overwhelming. He normally isn't one for this sort of teasing but -- he's deeply enjoying it, and enjoying that she is too.
Seeing him so keyed up like this makes her heart race, her thighs pressing together against that building ache in her core, feeling it grow more persistent the longer this goes on.
Hearing him urge her onto him pulls a groan out of her, her hand moving back up his length to hold it steady as she licks his head. She wants to climb onto him like last night, smugly aware of the fact that there would be no towel in the way this time, but, she wants to see what he's going to do when she carefully eases the head of his cock past her lips, licking over it as she sucks gently, her eyes studiously fixed on his face the whole time.
Aerith pulls away slowly after a moment still watching him as she grins. "Are you sure? I'm going to have to start where I left off next time."
He sees the way she shifts, pressing her thighs together, and he smiles dazedly, gently massaging her scalp with his hand. The moan so close to his cock his wonderful, and he lets his hips roll lightly, absolutely groaning as she licks his sensitive head, then moves her mouth around him.
"This counts -- as around me -- " he gasps. Though the promise of starting here next time is more temptation than deterrent.
Balthier's answer gets a soft chuckle out of her before she tilts her chin and takes him into her mouth again, her movements slow, lips pursing around him as her tongue lathes over his shaft. The hand on his inner thigh moves to his hip, her hand curving over it as he rocks toward her mouth, slipping more of him past her lips while her fingers reach further, kneading his ass like she had when he was on his stomach.
Remembering something else from earlier, one hand slips up his stomach her fingers teasing over his nipple, trying out touching him how she liked to be touched.
Head turning as he gasps, back arching, he wonders if he misunderstood her inexperience. His fingers tangle in her hair, and as she takes more of him in, he does his best to keep his hips from rocking more than gently, hungry to feel her as far down as she's comfortable. Warm, wet, tight around him -- and the sweetness of her wanting to do this for him. He doesn't hold back his shuddering moans, and when she digs her hand into his ass, he sputters out her name.
He hasn't had this much sexual pleasure in -- he doesn't even remember. He lets his other hand come to gently rest over the back of the one at his nipple, his cock aching with how hard he is.
It doesn't feel right, getting this much attention and doing nothing back, but she protested the last few times, so he tries his best to just enjoy it candidly.
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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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"I don't know how to be doted on," he says, half admission and half apology.
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"Do you like it so far?" The hand stroking his cock is careful, almost experimental, she lets the tension in her hand shift, caressing him with her palm and the flats of her fingers as she lets her hand work from his base to the head. "I want you to feel as wonderful as I do every time you touch me."
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He hums at her question, opening his eyes enough to reach for her face again. "Quite a lot," he promises. "And I don't mind learning new things." He bites his lip, eyes closing, not sure if it's the way she's touching him or her insistence on wanting him to feel good or that he's made her feel wonderful. Maybe it's all of it, that he doesn't have to be one thing. "Aerith--" he murmurs. "I--I'm going to want you around me if you keep doing that." He hopes she does.
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She trails off and turns her head, her thumb still lightly skimming over that soft flesh as she parts her lips and lets her tongue lick down the side of his length. "I'm around you right now." She's new to this, but she's very sure he means a lot more than being in the same room together, still, it's proving to be a lot of fun to tease him like this.
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This desire only deepens as her tongue slicks his length, the air making him shiver as his cock lurches against her touch. He licks his lips, trying to keep his breathing even.
"I want you on top of me," he murmurs. "I want to be inside you again." He'll have to pause her when she's ready, get a condom on again, but the way his heart races when he says it is almost overwhelming. He normally isn't one for this sort of teasing but -- he's deeply enjoying it, and enjoying that she is too.
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Hearing him urge her onto him pulls a groan out of her, her hand moving back up his length to hold it steady as she licks his head. She wants to climb onto him like last night, smugly aware of the fact that there would be no towel in the way this time, but, she wants to see what he's going to do when she carefully eases the head of his cock past her lips, licking over it as she sucks gently, her eyes studiously fixed on his face the whole time.
Aerith pulls away slowly after a moment still watching him as she grins. "Are you sure? I'm going to have to start where I left off next time."
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"This counts -- as around me -- " he gasps. Though the promise of starting here next time is more temptation than deterrent.
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Remembering something else from earlier, one hand slips up his stomach her fingers teasing over his nipple, trying out touching him how she liked to be touched.
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He hasn't had this much sexual pleasure in -- he doesn't even remember. He lets his other hand come to gently rest over the back of the one at his nipple, his cock aching with how hard he is.
It doesn't feel right, getting this much attention and doing nothing back, but she protested the last few times, so he tries his best to just enjoy it candidly.
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