The way his cock responds to her words fills her with guilt, the feeling twisting in her stomach, warring with the physical pleasure his hands worked to pull from her body, making the heat of her body flare and keeping her slick with desire even though she didn't want either of those things for either of them like this.

"You take good care of me too servant," she whispers in response, a quiet moan slipping past her lips as she tips her hips up, moving herself a little faster against his hand, trying to aid him and get them both out of this mess. The hand pressing against his cock moves to wrap around it, her eyes fluttering half-closed as the drive of his fingers makes her tilt her head back and gasp. It feels wrong to enjoy any of this, even if she knows she isn't, in any way but at the basest, physical level.

His instructions pull her thoughts towards a better time shared between them, when she ordered him to play with himself and wait for her. Aerith remembered the way Balthier touched himself - her growing desire making it hard to pay attention to anything else at the time - and she loosens her hold on his shaft to mimic the way she had seen him fondle the sensitive sack hanging below his cock. "Rub my clit a little faster," the hand in his hair tenses of its own accord, and she stops talking long enough to kiss him. "It will make me come."

Trading methods like this should be fun, telling him how to touch her always had been fun, but this is uncomfortable, tactical, born out of need rather than a desire to please the other.

Her hands alternate their touch, thumb circling the underside of his head before her hand moves lower to tease and brush against his balls, her shoulders tensing as she pants out a whimper.