It takes her a little time - retrieving the gown they'd looked at for her while trying to pull herself together and ignore the want throbbing relentlessly between her thighs before she moves to the till, paying for both of their clothes, plus a little extra for the use of the back for a bit. She's perfectly composed when she tells the clerk she wants the extra time and privacy while changing, drawing on a confidence that isn't quite like the plucky sense of it she's fostered as a princess and then as a sky pirate. Aerith almost feels regal, and whatever air she carries herself with seems to work brilliantly to suit her ends. The clerk is more than amenable, seeming as though they believed they were in the presence of someone they wouldn't want to refuse, and after one more impulsive purchase that feels strangely right, Aerith heads to the back, riding the combined rush of her desire and her recent triumph.
"My beloved," she breathes after drawing the curtain aside and slipping into the fitting area, smiling as the sight of him following her orders to the letter fills her heart with love all over again. Not wasting any time she crosses the space, kneeling in front of him as she looks over his face with bright excited eyes.
"You've been so good waiting for me like this," Aerith murmurs, leaning in and letting her lips brush against his while she slips the velvety choker around his neck, drawing back and fastening it. The sight makes her heart pound, the desire coiling inside her flaring to life anew.
"It's a gift, I think when we're like this, I want you to wear it." It's not something she ever imagined desiring either, but it feels so right, and the compulsion to buy the thing in the first place so natural. Aerith lets her mouth graze against his again, her hand slipping between their bodies so her fingertips can run down the underside of his cock while she kisses him.
Whatever self-consciousness or qualms were growing in him are entirely abated when she smiles so adoringly and kneels down beside him. His arms immediately go around her, some part of him needing her as an anchor against how new this is. He isn't expecting the praise, and is expecting even less the way it send relief and pride and want bursting through him. A kiss is hardly enough, but he's distracted by the feeling at his neck.
His fingers go to brush the fine velvet, eyes wide and lips parted. Some part of him balks, ill at ease at the idea of being collared, but a larger part feels unbelievably cherished, and a third part feels safer having an indication of when they're like this and when they aren't. As elated as he is, there's something...overwhelming that his mind wants to chew on, but the thoughts disappear as she kisses him again, groaning helplessly as she touches his cock.
"I love you," he murmurs at her question. "I would do anything you asked." But that's not what she asked him, and he shakes his head slightly as if to clear it, fingers going to the choker again.
"Yes," he says after a moment, thinking of the jewels she'd used in the ruins. "I like having a symbol that this is what we're doing." There's something else, too, something he's not sure how to voice yet. His mind is too distracted, ears straining for sounds outside, and the rest of him wildly aware of her hand on his cock and how badly he wants to hear her praise him again.
The intensity behind the way he takes hold of her is a little surprising, but Aerith is more than happy to return the embrace, her free arm wrapping around his shoulders and pulling him into a hug. "I love you Balthier," she croons against his lips between kisses, the hand still skimming over his length slowly moving up and down, still teasing him even as she nuzzles her cheek against his tenderly.
"I like it too," Aerith says as she loosens her hold and lets her free hand settle on his side, leaning back enough to admire first the collar, and then his beautiful face. "You're so incredible," she shakes her head as if in disbelief and leans in to kiss him again, the hand on his cock pulling away as she moves to stand while she does.
"We only have a little time my beloved, do you think you can undress me and behave yourself while you do?"
He moans as she pulls away, basking in how open her affections are, even here. She stands and he catches her hands, looking up at her with disbelieving adoration.
"If time is short, why should I behave myself?" he purrs. He starts to hike her dress up, reveling in stroking his hands over her strong thighs, riding to join her as he reaches her waist. With her legs clear, he lets his cock brush against her bare flesh, nipping lightly at her lip as he kisses her again. His heart thuds wildly, hyper aware they are in public, hyper aware he is disobeying, hyper aware she will ask for him before this is over.
"Because I told you to," she murmurs, her breath catching as his hands rove over her body, making it so that it takes a bit of effort to pull away from his embrace and get some space between them, her senses reeling with the memory of his heat pressing between her thighs.
"And if you want to touch me, you have to earn it."
He freezes for a moment, discomfort flashing across his face as buried memories come unwanted. His father, mostly, a few bad lovers, the constant refrain of having to earn what he foolishly thought should be his: simple affection, exchanges already enacted, touch.
His fingers graze the collar at his neck, feeling suddenly trapped, but the soft fabric grounds him. Just a game. Aerith would never be fickle like that. She couldn't. It wasn't in her nature.
So why did something feel--off. And exciting at the same time.
This isn't the time or place, and the other part of him is itching to earn her praise, itching to be allowed to touch her, itching to not waste this. All this crosses his mind in a few seconds, and he puts on his best pirate's grin, returning his hands to undress her more deliberately, sure this unease will pass. It has to.
"How shall I earn it?" he asks demurely, as much to reassure himself as to continue the game.
Seeing the hesitation on his face makes her want to start second-guessing this undeniable impulse that's found her buying chokers and paying off shop clerks to steer clear of the back. As she works out what it is she ought to say he stands and returns his hands to her body, leaving her smiling at the question even as she pulls back from the touch, reaching up to cradle the sides of his face.
"First, a promise," she leans up, resting her forehead against his before continuing to speak. "If you don't enjoy anything about this, you tell me, and we fix it right away. Promise?"
He sighs deeply as she presses her forehead to his, closing his eyes and nodding against the hands on his face. One hand comes to hold her wrist, steadying himself. "Promise," he agrees.
And as much as it sticks in his throat, he opens his eyes, searching for her, like he's somehow afraid he's lost his wife. "Promise me, no matter where this takes us, you'll always hold me at the end?"
Some part of him feels silly to even ask, and some other part of him is terrified it will be declined. But he trusts her, he reminds himself. She noticed the moment he was uncomfortable, and he loves her so deeply for it. She's always seen right through him.
Her hands go from his cheeks to his shoulders as she nods earnestly.
"Promise. At the end," Aerith stops, leaning up to kiss him before she continues. "At the beginning," another kiss follows. "In the middle too, if you want. I'll always hold you."
Aerith looks up into her husband's eyes and lets her forehead rest against his again. "I love you, Balthier."
His breath comes jagged as she assures him and kisses him, but he finds her hands and holds them, leaning back into that touch of her forehead. "Thank you," he breathes. He gently presses his lips to hers, buoyed by the tenderness of it. "I love you, Aerith. So much more than I ever thought possible." Especially in moments like these.
He pulls back, giving her a real smile, and he returns to undressing her, a thing he's done with love a hundred times in the safety of their room. It grounds him further, that odd pall nearly gone. Still, he can't help noticing a voice criticizing him for making this perfectly fun adventure heavy. It's not unlike voices that have plagued him in the past when he's feeling insecure, and so he brushes it away, instead focusing on how in love with her he is.
"I never get tired of looking at you," he murmurs.
When he resumes undressing her, she's happy to go along with it, though she remains mindful to pay attention for any signs of discomfort from him. So much of this feels strange but still so right, and she doesn't want to get carried away with that and forget he may not have the same sense of things she does.
"That's good," she says cheerfully, stretching her arms out at her sides so he can undress her more easily. "Because you're not allowed to do anything else to me until I say so."
He smiles as she opens her arms to assist him, calmed by resuming a kind of game they've played for a long time. Meeting her preferences fills him with joy, and it helps to shake the last of the strange sense of having to prove himself worthy of her.
He deftly slides the fabric from her, long-since used to her garments and their fastenings. He doesn't doubt she's quickly growing as aroused as he is, with his hands on her and his naked form revealing his ready cock, but he can't quite bring himself to tease the line of her rules. This was such fun in the ruins. He wants that back but doesn't know how to reach it.
Aerith waits for him to finish undressing her before she turns, reaching out to wrap her hand around his cock again and stroke him slowly.
"You're so beautifully hard for me my beloved," she murmurs affectionately, drawing close enough that her breasts brush against his chest while she tips her chin up to kiss his neck, biting at it gently. "How long do you think you can wait before you're begging me to let you come?" She purrs against his neck, her hand gently massaging the head of his cock.
He gasps as her hand encircles him, not expecting it. The gasp turns into a shudder, basking in the way her breasts skim against him and her mouth at his throat. Her teeth nip at his sensitive skin and his cock throbs in her hand.
Whatever ghosts of unwantedness had visited today, this reminds him how thoroughly loved and taken care of his wife never fails to make him feel.
"That depends how much of a tease you are," he murmurs. "I want you any way I can have you." He moans against the way her hand shifts on his head, doing his best to keep the sounds quiet. His heart skips at that, the reminder they're in public, and he's relieved as the fun of this starts to come back in. "Will you be able to keep quiet when I'm pleasing you?"
"I think I could be quite a tease," she says thoughtfully, using her free hand to guide one of his to her stomach trailing it upwards to her breast while her hand works back down the length of his shaft, the pad of her thumb gently tracing over the soft weight of his balls.
Her teeth drag over his neck, biting down roughly before sucking and licking at the spot her teeth dug into, leaving a light mark just below his new collar. "I'd like to see how many times you can make me come," Aerith murmurs, her body tingling as she lets her thoughts run away with her mouth.
"I'm going to let you bend me over and fuck me in here, then, once you dress us, I'll take you to that cafe I mentioned earlier, and you'll pleasure me under the table." She lifts her head to look at him, her cheeks flushed but her smile intent and devious as her eyes settle on his.
"Once we're back on the ship, I'll expect you to fuck me again, of course."
While he may still hesitant to break her rules, he's more than happy to return her affections when she guides his hand across her stomach. He takes over, lightly tracing the curve of her breast before circling her nipple, eyelids fluttering as her thumb skims over his sack.
This is hardly different from having her in their bedroom, lavishing each other in sensory stimulation.
He has to stifle a yelp at the bite on his neck, his moan low. His fingers dig into her breast, and the other hand moves to massage her ass. He shudders at the scenario she lies out, entranced and nervous all at once, but thankful that she ends it with a promise to have him at home.
"Hard to believe you -- hngh -- were the virgin when we met," he murmurs. "Are you sure you can handle keeping quiet if I take you from behind?"
He's settling down, though, even as his cock is throbbing with want. Having her tell him exactly what she wants is alluring.
He manages to shift in her hold, kissing up the trunk of her neck and nipping at her ear. "You're going to be so exhausted and languid against me when this is all done," he breathes. "You may sleep all day."
"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."
"I suspect you won't make it easy," he purrs, heart full with her nuzzling affections and the way her hips respond to him. His own are aching to rock against her.
"I will, my love. I will wrap you in my arms and keep you with me until we're so hungry I need to call down for food. I imagine we'll be ravenous, too." The thought trails off though, following her lead. He breathes in sharply, cock somehow growing even harder.
"Yes," he rasps, leaning in to kiss her neck, eyes lifting to meet hers in the mirror as his hands wrap around her. There's a mirror in their room, but it's small and on the vanity, not angled well for this. He loves being able to see her, and he loves being able to see them together. His hands rove over her, one going to massage her breast again, the other trailing down her stomach to tease at her clit. As he works, he shifts closer to her, cock hard against the cheeks of her ass. "You're so beautiful."
Keeping hold of either side of the mirror, and grateful it's mounted to the wall, Aerith feels heat flaring through her as she moves, arching her hips back and bending slightly, pushing her ass towards Balthier, the hard brush of his cock against her skin making her whimper slightly. Shifting against his hands, her thighs move further apart giving his hand enough space as it moves down her stomach, parting her folds and seeking out her clit.
"I love you so much more than I thought possible," she pants, shifting against his hand, aware that she's already slick from teasing him before. Reaching behind her, Aerith gently grips Balthier's hip, trying to pull him closer. "Can you feel how wet I am? I want you inside me my beloved."
Whatever it was in him that was raw and tender continues to quiet as she so readily seeks him out and showers him with affection. Affection and -- want. Exclusive want. He is not here because he is something to play with; he is here because he is her beloved.
"I love that I'm the only one who has done this for you," he murmurs. "And I want to keep falling in love with you and pleasuring you for the rest of our lives." He moves her hand away only to line himself up, breath jagged at how wet and hot she is, even more ragged as he catches sight of both their faces in the mirror. He reaches forward, tangling his fingers in her hair, the other sliding down her spine to the swell of her ass.
"We should get a mirror near our bed," he says. "I like seeing you."
Watching his face in the mirror, she feels the brush of his head against her entrance as he moves to align their bodies and has to fight the urge to let her eyes close and get momentarily lost in the sensation, wanting to take in his expression as he slowly drives into her.
"You're the only one," Aerith breathes, reaching back to grasp at his hips as she moves back against him, urging him deeper into her heat with a soft moan. "Balthier," she whimpers his name, rocking against him urgently, the desire quietly building through her throughout this adventure flares into pleasure.
"I like seeing you," she smiles, the passion in her expression softening briefly into something more tender before she cries out softly and rocks against him a little faster than before, returning the heated glint to her eye. "I'll think about how beautiful you look when you come while you fuck me with your fingers at the cafe after this."
For all her making him wait, she rocks against him so readily, moaning the moment he touches her. He breathes out, watching her beautiful face. Still his Aerith. Still his love. Nothing has changed.
It won't be until later, when he's calmed, that he notices he was even worried about that.
Right now, he's thoroughly enjoying easing into her and enjoying all the ways she reacts. When she reminds him she plans to have him please her publicly, though, he lets out a strangled moan, rocking faster against her.
"Want to show everyone I'm yours?" he rasps. "Or are you trying to find out how good of a poker face your pirate husband really has?"
He curls down to kiss against her back, biting at her flesh as he widens his stance. He comes back up just enough to find her face in the mirror again. "Stay quiet, my love," he says, mischief on his face, and he starts to fuck her deep and fast, his own cry startled and bit off best he can, fighting to keep his eyes on her, how stunning her body is as it moves, how beautiful they look together.
There's no time to respond to his latest tease when he shifts his legs and gives her that smirk. Instead, she has to press her lips together to stop a loud moan as he speeds his thrusts, driving into her relentlessly, leaving her grasping the mirror's frame, her face flushed as she watches him in the mirror, visibly fighting off another cry.
"Oh you're perfect, you're perfect." Aerith manages in a breathless whisper, keeping hold of his hip as her nails dig into his skin, as she feels herself tightening around his cock.
Her eyes widen in the mirror gasping as her orgasm starts to move through her, urging her to rock back faster against him and push him past his own breaking point. "Come for me," she whimpers before shuddering against him as her climax overtakes her.
Balthier often thinks he can't be any more attracted to his wife, and then they try something new and he's amazed that this can go deeper. Right now, seeing her below him, struggling to keep her cries of pleasure down and feeling her dig into his skin, he has to bite back the sounds threatening to escape him.
"I love you," he gasps, fighting the way his eyelids want to close. He wants to watch her through all of this, cement how hungry and gorgeous and pleased she is in his mind. "Gods, Aerith, I love you."
He feels her climax begin, her walls tightening around him and he puts on a last burst of speed, strangled groans of pleasure overcoming him. She tells him to come, and it's like she has a spell over him, the white hot tingling wracking his body as if it were and order. He curls down, hands finding her breasts and squeezing her too him as he finishes.
Panting, he kisses her back, laying his cheek against her hot skin as the sound of their breath mingles in the still air of the dressing room.
Aerith almost loses her hold on the mirror she's so eager to touch more of Balthier, her hand still tight on his hip as she shudders through her orgasm. Her back arches up, pressing her body to his as his hands move to cover her breasts, whimpering his name as he climaxes and fills her with his release.
Breathing hard in the aftermath Aerith's head turns when she feels the brush of his cheek against hers. Leaning back enough that she can nuzzle the side of his face. "Oh my love," she murmurs fondly against his skin before she lifts her head so she can kiss his temple.
"We're going to have such a good afternoon," Aerith adds warmly, shifting her hips and rocking against him ever so gently.
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Date: 2023-08-05 01:33 am (UTC)"My beloved," she breathes after drawing the curtain aside and slipping into the fitting area, smiling as the sight of him following her orders to the letter fills her heart with love all over again. Not wasting any time she crosses the space, kneeling in front of him as she looks over his face with bright excited eyes.
"You've been so good waiting for me like this," Aerith murmurs, leaning in and letting her lips brush against his while she slips the velvety choker around his neck, drawing back and fastening it. The sight makes her heart pound, the desire coiling inside her flaring to life anew.
"It's a gift, I think when we're like this, I want you to wear it." It's not something she ever imagined desiring either, but it feels so right, and the compulsion to buy the thing in the first place so natural. Aerith lets her mouth graze against his again, her hand slipping between their bodies so her fingertips can run down the underside of his cock while she kisses him.
"Do you like it?"
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Date: 2023-08-09 08:13 pm (UTC)His fingers go to brush the fine velvet, eyes wide and lips parted. Some part of him balks, ill at ease at the idea of being collared, but a larger part feels unbelievably cherished, and a third part feels safer having an indication of when they're like this and when they aren't. As elated as he is, there's something...overwhelming that his mind wants to chew on, but the thoughts disappear as she kisses him again, groaning helplessly as she touches his cock.
"I love you," he murmurs at her question. "I would do anything you asked." But that's not what she asked him, and he shakes his head slightly as if to clear it, fingers going to the choker again.
"Yes," he says after a moment, thinking of the jewels she'd used in the ruins. "I like having a symbol that this is what we're doing." There's something else, too, something he's not sure how to voice yet. His mind is too distracted, ears straining for sounds outside, and the rest of him wildly aware of her hand on his cock and how badly he wants to hear her praise him again.
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Date: 2023-08-09 08:40 pm (UTC)"I like it too," Aerith says as she loosens her hold and lets her free hand settle on his side, leaning back enough to admire first the collar, and then his beautiful face. "You're so incredible," she shakes her head as if in disbelief and leans in to kiss him again, the hand on his cock pulling away as she moves to stand while she does.
"We only have a little time my beloved, do you think you can undress me and behave yourself while you do?"
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Date: 2023-08-09 09:51 pm (UTC)"If time is short, why should I behave myself?" he purrs. He starts to hike her dress up, reveling in stroking his hands over her strong thighs, riding to join her as he reaches her waist. With her legs clear, he lets his cock brush against her bare flesh, nipping lightly at her lip as he kisses her again. His heart thuds wildly, hyper aware they are in public, hyper aware he is disobeying, hyper aware she will ask for him before this is over.
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Date: 2023-08-09 10:12 pm (UTC)"And if you want to touch me, you have to earn it."
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Date: 2023-08-10 04:10 pm (UTC)His fingers graze the collar at his neck, feeling suddenly trapped, but the soft fabric grounds him. Just a game. Aerith would never be fickle like that. She couldn't. It wasn't in her nature.
So why did something feel--off. And exciting at the same time.
This isn't the time or place, and the other part of him is itching to earn her praise, itching to be allowed to touch her, itching to not waste this. All this crosses his mind in a few seconds, and he puts on his best pirate's grin, returning his hands to undress her more deliberately, sure this unease will pass. It has to.
"How shall I earn it?" he asks demurely, as much to reassure himself as to continue the game.
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Date: 2023-08-10 09:13 pm (UTC)"First, a promise," she leans up, resting her forehead against his before continuing to speak. "If you don't enjoy anything about this, you tell me, and we fix it right away. Promise?"
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Date: 2023-08-11 12:06 am (UTC)And as much as it sticks in his throat, he opens his eyes, searching for her, like he's somehow afraid he's lost his wife. "Promise me, no matter where this takes us, you'll always hold me at the end?"
Some part of him feels silly to even ask, and some other part of him is terrified it will be declined. But he trusts her, he reminds himself. She noticed the moment he was uncomfortable, and he loves her so deeply for it. She's always seen right through him.
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Date: 2023-08-11 12:15 am (UTC)"Promise. At the end," Aerith stops, leaning up to kiss him before she continues. "At the beginning," another kiss follows. "In the middle too, if you want. I'll always hold you."
Aerith looks up into her husband's eyes and lets her forehead rest against his again. "I love you, Balthier."
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Date: 2023-08-11 02:33 am (UTC)He pulls back, giving her a real smile, and he returns to undressing her, a thing he's done with love a hundred times in the safety of their room. It grounds him further, that odd pall nearly gone. Still, he can't help noticing a voice criticizing him for making this perfectly fun adventure heavy. It's not unlike voices that have plagued him in the past when he's feeling insecure, and so he brushes it away, instead focusing on how in love with her he is.
"I never get tired of looking at you," he murmurs.
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Date: 2023-08-11 11:00 pm (UTC)"That's good," she says cheerfully, stretching her arms out at her sides so he can undress her more easily. "Because you're not allowed to do anything else to me until I say so."
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Date: 2023-08-13 06:12 pm (UTC)He deftly slides the fabric from her, long-since used to her garments and their fastenings. He doesn't doubt she's quickly growing as aroused as he is, with his hands on her and his naked form revealing his ready cock, but he can't quite bring himself to tease the line of her rules. This was such fun in the ruins. He wants that back but doesn't know how to reach it.
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Date: 2023-08-14 10:22 pm (UTC)"You're so beautifully hard for me my beloved," she murmurs affectionately, drawing close enough that her breasts brush against his chest while she tips her chin up to kiss his neck, biting at it gently. "How long do you think you can wait before you're begging me to let you come?" She purrs against his neck, her hand gently massaging the head of his cock.
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Date: 2023-08-15 12:02 am (UTC)Whatever ghosts of unwantedness had visited today, this reminds him how thoroughly loved and taken care of his wife never fails to make him feel.
"That depends how much of a tease you are," he murmurs. "I want you any way I can have you." He moans against the way her hand shifts on his head, doing his best to keep the sounds quiet. His heart skips at that, the reminder they're in public, and he's relieved as the fun of this starts to come back in. "Will you be able to keep quiet when I'm pleasing you?"
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Date: 2023-08-15 02:28 am (UTC)Her teeth drag over his neck, biting down roughly before sucking and licking at the spot her teeth dug into, leaving a light mark just below his new collar. "I'd like to see how many times you can make me come," Aerith murmurs, her body tingling as she lets her thoughts run away with her mouth.
"I'm going to let you bend me over and fuck me in here, then, once you dress us, I'll take you to that cafe I mentioned earlier, and you'll pleasure me under the table." She lifts her head to look at him, her cheeks flushed but her smile intent and devious as her eyes settle on his.
"Once we're back on the ship, I'll expect you to fuck me again, of course."
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Date: 2023-08-15 10:44 pm (UTC)This is hardly different from having her in their bedroom, lavishing each other in sensory stimulation.
He has to stifle a yelp at the bite on his neck, his moan low. His fingers dig into her breast, and the other hand moves to massage her ass. He shudders at the scenario she lies out, entranced and nervous all at once, but thankful that she ends it with a promise to have him at home.
"Hard to believe you -- hngh -- were the virgin when we met," he murmurs. "Are you sure you can handle keeping quiet if I take you from behind?"
He's settling down, though, even as his cock is throbbing with want. Having her tell him exactly what she wants is alluring.
He manages to shift in her hold, kissing up the trunk of her neck and nipping at her ear. "You're going to be so exhausted and languid against me when this is all done," he breathes. "You may sleep all day."
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Date: 2023-08-16 01:59 am (UTC)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."
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Date: 2023-08-16 03:50 am (UTC)"I will, my love. I will wrap you in my arms and keep you with me until we're so hungry I need to call down for food. I imagine we'll be ravenous, too." The thought trails off though, following her lead. He breathes in sharply, cock somehow growing even harder.
"Yes," he rasps, leaning in to kiss her neck, eyes lifting to meet hers in the mirror as his hands wrap around her. There's a mirror in their room, but it's small and on the vanity, not angled well for this. He loves being able to see her, and he loves being able to see them together. His hands rove over her, one going to massage her breast again, the other trailing down her stomach to tease at her clit. As he works, he shifts closer to her, cock hard against the cheeks of her ass. "You're so beautiful."
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Date: 2023-08-20 01:49 am (UTC)"I love you so much more than I thought possible," she pants, shifting against his hand, aware that she's already slick from teasing him before. Reaching behind her, Aerith gently grips Balthier's hip, trying to pull him closer. "Can you feel how wet I am? I want you inside me my beloved."
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Date: 2023-08-27 05:12 pm (UTC)"I love that I'm the only one who has done this for you," he murmurs. "And I want to keep falling in love with you and pleasuring you for the rest of our lives." He moves her hand away only to line himself up, breath jagged at how wet and hot she is, even more ragged as he catches sight of both their faces in the mirror. He reaches forward, tangling his fingers in her hair, the other sliding down her spine to the swell of her ass.
"We should get a mirror near our bed," he says. "I like seeing you."
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Date: 2023-08-28 03:03 am (UTC)"You're the only one," Aerith breathes, reaching back to grasp at his hips as she moves back against him, urging him deeper into her heat with a soft moan. "Balthier," she whimpers his name, rocking against him urgently, the desire quietly building through her throughout this adventure flares into pleasure.
"I like seeing you," she smiles, the passion in her expression softening briefly into something more tender before she cries out softly and rocks against him a little faster than before, returning the heated glint to her eye. "I'll think about how beautiful you look when you come while you fuck me with your fingers at the cafe after this."
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Date: 2023-08-30 12:56 am (UTC)It won't be until later, when he's calmed, that he notices he was even worried about that.
Right now, he's thoroughly enjoying easing into her and enjoying all the ways she reacts. When she reminds him she plans to have him please her publicly, though, he lets out a strangled moan, rocking faster against her.
"Want to show everyone I'm yours?" he rasps. "Or are you trying to find out how good of a poker face your pirate husband really has?"
He curls down to kiss against her back, biting at her flesh as he widens his stance. He comes back up just enough to find her face in the mirror again. "Stay quiet, my love," he says, mischief on his face, and he starts to fuck her deep and fast, his own cry startled and bit off best he can, fighting to keep his eyes on her, how stunning her body is as it moves, how beautiful they look together.
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Date: 2023-08-30 02:29 am (UTC)"Oh you're perfect, you're perfect." Aerith manages in a breathless whisper, keeping hold of his hip as her nails dig into his skin, as she feels herself tightening around his cock.
Her eyes widen in the mirror gasping as her orgasm starts to move through her, urging her to rock back faster against him and push him past his own breaking point. "Come for me," she whimpers before shuddering against him as her climax overtakes her.
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Date: 2023-09-03 09:24 pm (UTC)"I love you," he gasps, fighting the way his eyelids want to close. He wants to watch her through all of this, cement how hungry and gorgeous and pleased she is in his mind. "Gods, Aerith, I love you."
He feels her climax begin, her walls tightening around him and he puts on a last burst of speed, strangled groans of pleasure overcoming him. She tells him to come, and it's like she has a spell over him, the white hot tingling wracking his body as if it were and order. He curls down, hands finding her breasts and squeezing her too him as he finishes.
Panting, he kisses her back, laying his cheek against her hot skin as the sound of their breath mingles in the still air of the dressing room.
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Date: 2023-09-16 08:44 pm (UTC)Breathing hard in the aftermath Aerith's head turns when she feels the brush of his cheek against hers. Leaning back enough that she can nuzzle the side of his face. "Oh my love," she murmurs fondly against his skin before she lifts her head so she can kiss his temple.
"We're going to have such a good afternoon," Aerith adds warmly, shifting her hips and rocking against him ever so gently.
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