He's not entirely aware of the way he's reclining, one knee up with a hand at his cock, flushed and drunken watching her pleasure herself and be touched. The image of erotic pleasure, he moans as his hips buck against the pressure in his ass, slowing his hand as he watches her writhe so beautifully. "You're always beautiful," he murmurs back without thinking. Then she makes that sound he knows so well and he's whimpering, knowing he's going to touch himself to this memory.
That ghost hand keeps work his ass, another clamping to run his hand faster and tighter on his cock, yet another cupping his balls, and he twitches against them, stomach muscles contracting as he keeps his eyes on her. "Would you settle for my mouth? I think you'd plead my name until I filled you with my cock."
Something changes, though, and the game seems to shift, her body tightening and that admission cutting straight through to -- something in him.
"I can oblige that request," he says, gentler than he means to.
The spirits seem uninterested in any pause, however, as the feeling of kisses and bites run up both their necks and down their thighs, the pressure in their asses increasing. Balthier cries out, managing to get to his feet. This is harder. Whatever's in his ass is so deep he's struggling to move his legs, hips thrusting as he makes a strangled sound. "Aerith--" His breathing is ragged, and something takes his hand, guiding it back to his cock. Across from him, she seems to be struggling just as much, and his entire body burns. "I want you."
There was supposed to be more, some fantasy to tease her with, some invitation for how they'd do this, but it's all he manages, and now it's been too long to correct it.
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Date: 2022-11-24 02:57 am (UTC)That ghost hand keeps work his ass, another clamping to run his hand faster and tighter on his cock, yet another cupping his balls, and he twitches against them, stomach muscles contracting as he keeps his eyes on her. "Would you settle for my mouth? I think you'd plead my name until I filled you with my cock."
Something changes, though, and the game seems to shift, her body tightening and that admission cutting straight through to -- something in him.
"I can oblige that request," he says, gentler than he means to.
The spirits seem uninterested in any pause, however, as the feeling of kisses and bites run up both their necks and down their thighs, the pressure in their asses increasing. Balthier cries out, managing to get to his feet. This is harder. Whatever's in his ass is so deep he's struggling to move his legs, hips thrusting as he makes a strangled sound. "Aerith--" His breathing is ragged, and something takes his hand, guiding it back to his cock. Across from him, she seems to be struggling just as much, and his entire body burns. "I want you."
There was supposed to be more, some fantasy to tease her with, some invitation for how they'd do this, but it's all he manages, and now it's been too long to correct it.