Balthier would be perfectly happy to serve Aerith and get nothing in return outside her willing pleasure, but here she is -- as always -- making him breathless with the way she shifts and adds to their dynamic, holding herself up and running her hands through his hair. He's really coming to love that private caress, and while neither of them has said it, he's in agreement that there's something deeply alluring about all this with their clothes still between them. His only complaint is that he can't easily touch all of her this way, and he can't just fall into bed with her after.

As she presses her forehead to his, he moans happily, nuzzling against her nose and grinning at her silly question, a thrill rising in him once more that they're out in the open, viewers be damned. She doesn't give him a chance to answer, kissing him hard and teasing. His moan gets deeper, loving her assertiveness as much as having his command met so enthusiastically. It's enough to strengthen his thrusting, the early shivers of orgasm starting to threaten. Scions, it shouldn't be this easy to come. With his hands occupied and her tongue against his, all he can do his grip her more tightly, whole body aching for her to be close to him. He adjusts her again slightly, wondering if he can't get more pressure against her clit as they rock together. Her gasps are just so beautiful.