He breathes out raggedly at the way she shifts against against him when he proposes doing this again. "I like that," he murmurs, and it's true. Something about it eases a good deal of the tension he felt, like he's being claimed and cherished instead of expected to perform. It suits them better.
Any title pales compared to what she is to him. The respect of queen or princess chafe against her past. His florist or his healer aren't right for this game they are playing.
"Do you like my flower of life?" The question is more deferential than he usually feels, but he finds himself wanting her approval, and even more wanting her to feel cherished and safe and wildly aroused if they're going to explore this further.
She leans into how exciting it is to talk about experimenting with acting like this, and grins at the question, nuzzling his cheek.
"It's too long to moan." Aerith follows the statement up with a gentle nip to his neck, chuckling against his skin as she takes a moment to consider. "What about my lady? That might be nice to hear you call me when you beg to come."
Aerith catches herself after she says it and blushes, shocked at the way her mouth seemingly ran away with itself while voicing desires like that.
He's speechless for a moment, chest tight and cheeks flushed. He moans lightly as she nips his neck again, fingers tracing over her back as he holds her. "You like hearing me moan and beg, do you?" The ache that flares in him at the observation is still surprising, but it's divine too.
"You've come so far from that innocent virgin who was afraid of being kissed in public, my lady," he teases as he smoothes back her hair, heat kicking again as he tries out the term. But something still feels a little like being at the edge of a chasm, and he holds her tight to him, murmuring in her ear, "My love."
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Date: 2023-07-21 04:12 am (UTC)Any title pales compared to what she is to him. The respect of queen or princess chafe against her past. His florist or his healer aren't right for this game they are playing.
"Do you like my flower of life?" The question is more deferential than he usually feels, but he finds himself wanting her approval, and even more wanting her to feel cherished and safe and wildly aroused if they're going to explore this further.
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Date: 2023-07-22 02:59 am (UTC)"It's too long to moan." Aerith follows the statement up with a gentle nip to his neck, chuckling against his skin as she takes a moment to consider. "What about my lady? That might be nice to hear you call me when you beg to come."
Aerith catches herself after she says it and blushes, shocked at the way her mouth seemingly ran away with itself while voicing desires like that.
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Date: 2023-07-24 04:31 am (UTC)"You've come so far from that innocent virgin who was afraid of being kissed in public, my lady," he teases as he smoothes back her hair, heat kicking again as he tries out the term. But something still feels a little like being at the edge of a chasm, and he holds her tight to him, murmuring in her ear, "My love."