He likes it too, but manages to keep his tongue in check, using it instead to tease at her lips before he cries out with pleasure. Which quickly turns to discomfort. Aerith's whimper is not the kind that makes him weak and proud; it's genuine distress and his grip tightens around her. "We can't go any longer," he snaps. "Leave her be."
That seems to do something, because she's managing to climb down, his own breath hissing out as she dismounts him, a weird sense of not having felt enough of her for having come. But he likes the way she takes his hand, the promise of less chaotic time coming down from this, and he follows after her, swatting at the hands still poking at his ass. "You're not going to get anything out of the front, spirits. You spent it already." Not that it doesn't make him stumble as they move to the door, more in discomfort than anything else. Another tries the same on Aerith. "I'm not sure they understand how this works."
They manage to get outside, the air stinging and cool after the heat of the sauna. Balthier hadn't realized he was panting trying to move past the spirits, and indeed as soon as they pass the threshold, those invisible hands drop off.
He doesn't really like this, the way they didn't get to find each other and ease into pleasure. Doesn't like the taste it leaves in his mouth. "Come here," he says, much more gently, tugging on Aerith's hand just enough to pull her back to him, and, now entirely in control of his faculties, backs her against the wall, pressing a kiss he's aware is slightly too long to her lips. "You alright?" he asks as he breaks it, hand cradling her neck, thumb against her cheek.
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Date: 2022-11-25 07:52 pm (UTC)That seems to do something, because she's managing to climb down, his own breath hissing out as she dismounts him, a weird sense of not having felt enough of her for having come. But he likes the way she takes his hand, the promise of less chaotic time coming down from this, and he follows after her, swatting at the hands still poking at his ass. "You're not going to get anything out of the front, spirits. You spent it already." Not that it doesn't make him stumble as they move to the door, more in discomfort than anything else. Another tries the same on Aerith. "I'm not sure they understand how this works."
They manage to get outside, the air stinging and cool after the heat of the sauna. Balthier hadn't realized he was panting trying to move past the spirits, and indeed as soon as they pass the threshold, those invisible hands drop off.
He doesn't really like this, the way they didn't get to find each other and ease into pleasure. Doesn't like the taste it leaves in his mouth. "Come here," he says, much more gently, tugging on Aerith's hand just enough to pull her back to him, and, now entirely in control of his faculties, backs her against the wall, pressing a kiss he's aware is slightly too long to her lips. "You alright?" he asks as he breaks it, hand cradling her neck, thumb against her cheek.
Protective, he realizes. He's feeling protective.