The air in the corridor between the sauna and the bath probably couldn't be classed as fresh by any stretch, but it feels that way once Aerith and Balthier are past the doorway of the sauna. Finding it easier to breathe now that she's not being fondled and urged on beyond what's fun and comfortable when Balthier pulls her close Aerith goes willingly, happy to be near him because she wants to, rather than because she was shoved that way.
Rocking back on her heels, she leans on the wall behind her as her arm slips around his shoulders and pulls him closer to her, ignoring the stretch of time that kiss lingers for, too centered on enjoying it. Settling against him comfortably she takes a slow breath before nodding. "Are you?" Pitching forward slightly Aerith rises onto her toes, nuzzling his cheek with hers before kissing his jawbone.
"Come on," Aerith catches his hand once more as she steps out of the embrace. "Now I really need a bath." Ignoring the way that comment makes her instantly wish they were back at her house and thus assured they would be alone for a while, she squeezes his hand gently before taking them the rest of the way back to the giant tub.
The way she loops her arms around him and pulls him into that kiss eases his worry. This is the Aerith he's used to, even if these quiet moments aren't something either of them ever draws too much attention to. So is her checking on him back, and he smiles into it, squeezing her tight as she nuzzles against him. Good. Her comfort matters a great deal to him.
When she takes his hand and asks for a bath, he laughs, relieved as much as amused. "Have you ever had to tell me twice on a bath?" he teases. His stomach feels strange though, being led -- naked, no less, and both covered in cum -- with his hand in hers.
They slip into the large tub, the water pleasant and hot. They aren't the only ones here, but they can get some privacy if they pitch their voices low. He slides over to a built in seat, spreading his thighs and tugging on her. "Come here," he says. "Let me clean you off." In the water, it's even easier to guide her to shit between his legs, leading her body to lean against him before he runs his hands on her thighs in big circular motions, wiping off some of their sticking fluids, but moreso massaging the muscles there.
Ignoring how familiar the feeling of being caught, comfortably in the aftermath with Balthier has become Aerith focuses on the relief sinking into the hot water of the bath provides. She ignores the presence of the other bathers, letting herself slip beneath the water, rinsing off before he's pulling her closer and she's moving along with it easily.
Facing him, Aerith's nerves are still on edge from how hard she's been made to come, and she jumps when his hand strays between her thighs before realizing what it is he's doing and relaxing into the touch.
"I think if we ever want to try playing a game where someone else gets to touch again," she whispers, her hands running over his chest and down along his abdomen, cleaning him off as he did her. "It should be someone we can see." She follows the remark up with a soft laugh, in no hurry to try experimenting with something like this a second time, especially not when she's too caught up in how restorative it is to recuperate like this with him.
The moment she tenses he realizes his mistake, adjusting his hands closer to her knees for a few moments before sweeping them up to her hips and torso. His eyes close briefly as hers come up to his chest, tangling in his chest hair as they so often do.
"Agreed," he whispers back, biting back any comment that he's not sure he wants to share her again, instead moving his hands to massage her lower back. His sexual hunger is gone, but the desire to touch her and see her relaxed is driving him forward, vaguely aware that he's not even bothered by who all can see them. Not so long as she's comfortable. "Though I don't mind trying new things with you." Wouldn't with anyone else is what he means.
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Rocking back on her heels, she leans on the wall behind her as her arm slips around his shoulders and pulls him closer to her, ignoring the stretch of time that kiss lingers for, too centered on enjoying it. Settling against him comfortably she takes a slow breath before nodding. "Are you?" Pitching forward slightly Aerith rises onto her toes, nuzzling his cheek with hers before kissing his jawbone.
"Come on," Aerith catches his hand once more as she steps out of the embrace. "Now I really need a bath." Ignoring the way that comment makes her instantly wish they were back at her house and thus assured they would be alone for a while, she squeezes his hand gently before taking them the rest of the way back to the giant tub.
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When she takes his hand and asks for a bath, he laughs, relieved as much as amused. "Have you ever had to tell me twice on a bath?" he teases. His stomach feels strange though, being led -- naked, no less, and both covered in cum -- with his hand in hers.
They slip into the large tub, the water pleasant and hot. They aren't the only ones here, but they can get some privacy if they pitch their voices low. He slides over to a built in seat, spreading his thighs and tugging on her. "Come here," he says. "Let me clean you off." In the water, it's even easier to guide her to shit between his legs, leading her body to lean against him before he runs his hands on her thighs in big circular motions, wiping off some of their sticking fluids, but moreso massaging the muscles there.
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Facing him, Aerith's nerves are still on edge from how hard she's been made to come, and she jumps when his hand strays between her thighs before realizing what it is he's doing and relaxing into the touch.
"I think if we ever want to try playing a game where someone else gets to touch again," she whispers, her hands running over his chest and down along his abdomen, cleaning him off as he did her. "It should be someone we can see." She follows the remark up with a soft laugh, in no hurry to try experimenting with something like this a second time, especially not when she's too caught up in how restorative it is to recuperate like this with him.
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"Agreed," he whispers back, biting back any comment that he's not sure he wants to share her again, instead moving his hands to massage her lower back. His sexual hunger is gone, but the desire to touch her and see her relaxed is driving him forward, vaguely aware that he's not even bothered by who all can see them. Not so long as she's comfortable. "Though I don't mind trying new things with you." Wouldn't with anyone else is what he means.