Balthier's eyes move to Aerith's folds almost of their own accord, his breath hitching as she slides her fingers inside. It is, in fact, the memory of her on the dresser, touching herself as she begged for him that comes to mind, his face flushing. At her words, he manages to meet her eyes, grinning mischievously. "I adore when you moan while I'm in your mouth, just as you adore seeing me when my ass is filled."

The spirits run with it indeed, and he cries out, shifting as pressure presses into him. He gives a breathy laugh at her comment, heat coiling in his gut at the thought of her being teased there too. "You were so pretty with that plug in your ass, but I liked feeling you rock against my fingers."

Even as he gets it out, she's rubbing a hand over her breast and he moans. He responds by letting his stroke down his length, massaging his balls and letting out another low purr while the other toys further with his peaked nipples. "You love showing off to me," he agrees. "And you certainly seemed to enjoy the marks. Thinking about me at your ass again? Or maybe this time I'll mark up those pretty thighs, near enough your cunt starts reaching for me." The spirits seem keen to be directed, pinching at Aerith's ass and thighs before pushing her hand farther into her cunt. They ghost over Balthier's shaft as his hands are occupied, pushing deeper into his ass and pinching at his nipples, pulling a moan from him. Her name is right at the tip of his tongue, but he manages to swallow it for now.