"Well now we've thrown aside all the birthday rules," he laughs, closing the space between them only to put his hands around her rib cage, tugging her to him. "Wrestling the birthday girl, who is apparently the one giving out presents. Pray tell, what more could you give me than your beaming face?"
He dips his head to kiss her, deeper than he had downstairs, humming happily as his hands tighten on her.
She leans into him when he kisses her, humming happily against his lips as she brings her free hand up to run through his hair, holding onto this embrace for a moment before she breaks away to smile at him.
"I get to do what I want today, and what I want is to give you this." Aerith draws back just enough to be able to bring the box around and offer it to him. The box is about as long as a shoebox, but not as high, and contains the set of art supplies she requested from the prison's commissary with him in mind.
She's right, of course, and he's ready to say as much, accepting the box and fully expecting some sort of toy or restraint she wants used on one of them.
His smirk falls away to open-mouthed shock as he opens the box. "Aerith--" His fingers glean over the pencils and charcoal, all good quality. These can't have been cheap. This time he kisses her like he doesn't have words, folding her into his hold. "I have something for you too," he says when he breaks away.
He carefully sets the supplies on the dresser, then goes to the closet. It isn't wrapped, but he brings it back to her all the same. It's three drawings she liked, an airship in the middle and plants on the side, in a rough frame he made from gathered wood.
She doesn't get the chance to ask if he likes them, but the kiss he pulls her into after Balthier goes over the contents of the box speaks volumes. Not for the first time gratitude wells up in her chest. Not having to hide how much she adores him still feels as elating and freeing as it did the first time they allowed themselves to be open about what was growing between them. She will never stop being thankful for it, or for what it's done for them.
"For me?" Her eyebrows raise inquisitively, and she has to stop herself from following Balthier to his closet just to sneak a peek.
Her eyes prick with tears when he turns around and gives her the framed art he made for her, the smile on her face going wide and bright. "You made all this for me?" She asks, her hand tracing the worn wood the frame was made out of fondly.
"I think it's the best thing anyone's ever given me!"
Any worry he had that she may not like it is replaced with an aching desire to hold her and steel her away from all this. He sees the way her eyes shine, the surprise at the gift, and he can do the math; she hasn't been doted on and cherished the way she should have been. He knows what that feels like.
"Decide where you want it, and I'll hang it," he says, stepping close enough to catch her face in his hand, tracing over her cheek with all the gentleness and ache he doesn't know how to voice. Then he gives her a grin. It's her birthday, after all, and she came in here playful. He wants to give that back. "You know I'm going to have to draw you with all those pretty things you got me. Your choice if you want clothes on or not." That space heater she got would make things much easier.
Her hand covers his when he touches her cheek before she turns her face and presses a kiss against his palm.
"So that means you like them?" Aerith smiles against his hand, looking over his face adoringly. The idea of being drawn by him is alluring, and flattering in its own right. She likes the thought of inspiring him in ways that are different from what this place usually steers them towards.
"You can draw me both ways, but, I get to draw you too."
His smile is just as adoring, elation at not just being able to express that but knowing how much it pleases her. This is entirely new for him, and like always, it’s easier to hold through the discomfort with her. He trusts her deep in his bones, and she always rewards that trust with unbounded love.
“They’re perfect,” he assures her. “I genuinely did not think I could get any decent supplies here. Thank you. For thinking of me, too.”
And he laughs as she gives him permission — and order, really — to do both and then pose for her. “Gladly, my nymph. You do like to look at me, and I like catching you.” He kisses her forehead, then finds her mouth again, sighing contentedly as he just enjoys having her, having all this. Here of all places.
But he’s feeling playful too, so when he breaks this kiss, nose still close to hers, he asks, “Am I really ravishing you on the phallus bed? Because I’m not letting the day turn over before I’ve spoiled you.”
Humming into that kiss Aerith's arms go around Balthier's shoulders before she pulls herself up onto her toes and leans into him heavily. It's wonderful to have someone she wants to make happy. It's been such a long time since she had that, but Balthier has done wonders when it comes to reminding her how good it can be.
She laughs softly when he pulls away and glances over her shoulder as she catches her breath.
"Well, it is my birthday, and I haven't had you inside me yet." It's so direct she makes herself blush as she says it, even as she turns to eye him playfully. "Oh! But," Aerith laughs again. "Anna helped me get ready for the party and she," what's the term for it? "Gave me um, a makeover."
Her response leaves him speechless for a second before he laughs. She surprises him so regularly, and admitting how they feel about each other hasn't changed that at all. It helps that he likes this, all of it, her wanting to be close like that on a day that's special to her.
"I'd noticed, but I didn't know if this was some cultural rite I was unaware of," he says, giving her a proper look over as she shows off. "You always look so beautiful," he hums, adoring smile still on his face, but his hands trail down her side, enjoying her exposed skin. "But these sleeves are particularly good on you, and I like the dramatics." He nuzzles in again, hand sliding over her back as he whispers in her ear. "You'd look pretty riding my cock with this all on, maybe go back down to the party with your panties still off and wet with me, hmm?"
She gives her arm a little wave when he mentions her sleeve and laughs before cuddling up against him once more, her grin widening as he whispers in her ear.
"You read my mind," Aerith murmurs after she turns her head to press her lips against his temple. "I like the idea of you looking over at me knowing I'm still full of your cum." She ducks down and nips his neck lightly, enjoying the pang of arousal the thought fills her with.
"And I like the idea of you seeing the rest of Anna's makeover," she tips her hips forward, nudging his suggestively.
The way she happily cuddles into him over and over warms his heart, chest bursting with how content he is. This alone is bliss.
But the game they're both starting to play burns bright and hot, and he's well on his way to being able to make good on both their threats. Her desire to be slick with him, knowing he's watching and thinking of her makes him whimper, and the sound cuts off into a moan as she nips at him. Ache is undeniably settling in his groin even before she hints at more surprises.
"Oh?" he laughs, breathless to have yet another discovery with her. "Did she get you ready for me?" He runs a hand up her stomach, dipping under her neck to caress her breast, rolling his hips into hers as he does.
"Should I close the door, or do you want the chance for an audience?" His cheeks burn at the suggestion, but they're home, and it would hardly be out of place here, and if it would make things better for her, he's happy to let others see that she's his. Especially when he isn't planning to undress her.
Humming an affirmation against his skin at the question, Aerith moans lightly as she feels his hands creep beneath the top Anna put her in to cover her breast. "She definitely pampered me like she said she was going to."
Her hand moves between their bodies rubbing against the hard press of his cock as her eyes dart to the side, considering the door. The idea of leaving it open, especially with their house full of guests is unexpectedly thrilling, but she looks back at him and shakes her head.
"Maybe we can try something like that another time. It's my birthday, I want you all to myself."
"Good," he says, voice huskier with want as he kneads her breast, hard length against her. "You deserve to be pampered."
His eyelids flutter shut as she drags her hand down his heat, groaning low for her. And when she gives her answer, he can't help the way he breathes in sharply, hips rolling against her. He turns to nip at her neck, purring into her ear, "No complaints on that directive, my love." It's still a thrill, calling her that, even more so in this context where he's being sought out as something coveted and precious on a day Aerith could, presumably, have anything or anyone she wanted.
"Go sit on the edge of the bed," he says, giving her nipple a pinch before extracting himself to go close the door and lock it. The bass of the music travels up here, and something about it excites him, like that day in the closet.
And when he looks back, she's like an absurd sex goddess surrounded by hungry phalluses. Not that his is far behind.
She takes a moment while his back is turned to slip her panties off from beneath the little black shirt she and Anna had picked out, tossing them to the side as she smiles at the thought of him finding them later and remembering this.
By the time he turns she's perched on the edge of the bed, her bright eyes fixed intently on him as she grins, fighting the urge not to stay put and cross the room so she can get her arms around him sooner.
Following the direction of his gaze she looks up at the towering phalluses on every corner of the bed and shakes her head. "Those things better not do anything weird."
"They haven't so far," he assures her. Not that that means a whole hell of a lot here, especially given that he hasn't actually slept in this bed. "The carvings are quite impressive, though."
But he's back to her, guiding her legs open so he can stand between them, getting his hands around her thighs. "Any requests from the birthday girl? Besides ending up inside you?" Heat courses through him as he says it, his cock hardening at the thought.
Her eyes watch his face for a reaction when he guides her legs apart, aware that Anna's grooming and pampering have left a noticeable change in the dense curls around her folds, leaving a lot more visible without her needing to be touched.
"I think," she draws the last word out as she lifts her hips and presses herself to him. "I want you to make me cum with your cock again, like that first morning." Her face flushes, both from the memory and the thought of feeling him like that again, teasing her from behind. That they didn't give in that day was still something, and that they're going to now is beyond exciting, enough to make her shiver, and press against him needily.
His attention is initially too fixated on her face, but as she cants her hips up toward him, his eyes drift down, hands roving to move her skirt, and as he does he lifts a brow, heat radiating through him. "Someone's eager tonight." Somewhere in all that she gets her request out, grinding against him, and his lips are searching for hers, moaning an agreement.
"Is that what you were thinking about while Anna got you ready?" he asks, slinking a hand down between them to graze over her shorn hair. He looks down, knowing she's watching him, and his cheeks flush, eyes widening as he hums approvingly. "Look how beautiful you are, all out where I can see." He drags his fingers around the fold of her thighs before dips his hand down, briefly, but enough to say with confidence, "And already wet for me."
With his free hand, he works to undo his pants, shoving them and his boxers down just enough to be free. His cock springs out, and he presses close enough to slide his heat against her folds, shuddering at how good she feels. "Mmm and I'm just as ready for you."
Teasing her just that bit, he squeezes the thick flesh under her thighs. "Get on your knees for me," he says. He'd had her from behind that time, pushing her until she came undone. He expects to do the same, but not without having her order him inside her, and that's makes him ache.
The lack of hair allows her to feel his hand so much more vividly when it slips between her thighs, and the sensation pulls a little whimper of surprise from her. Shifting on the bed she props herself up on her elbows after laying back, her teeth grazing over her bottom lip as her focus lingers on the path his fingers take along her thighs and over her folds.
"I was excited to see what you'd think," her eyes briefly darting sideways as she speaks, momentarily struck by bashfulness even as she tries to squirm closer to his touch.
Aerith's gaze follows the movement of her other hand before she sits up enough to reach for his length after Balthier frees it from his pants. She runs her fingertips along the side of it briefly before he's guiding it against her core and making her breath catch.
"So you do like it."
Reaching for him she runs her hands down his hips, grinning at the way his hands grasp her thighs before she pulls away, reluctant to separate from him but eager to work them both up to a point where guiding him inside her becomes imperative to them both.
After she gets to her knees she wraps an arm around his shoulders, pulling him close enough to kiss while her hand wraps around his cock, guiding it back against her heat before she rocks against him. "Or do you want me from behind, my pirate," Aerith murmurs between kisses, biting his bottom lip after she asks.
"I think," he says slowly, voice low as he gathers her to him, "That you are always stunning." He intakes sharply as she runs her fingers against his heat, grinning at her conclusion. "And you like seeing me so hard for you," he purrs, her slickness catching on him with that first thrust. "You're so wet -- been thinking about me, have you?"
She repositions at his request and its not quite what he had in mind, but he's moaning against her lips, loving the way she grasps his shoulders and pulls his cock right back to her. Her hunger is maddening, and having their clothes still on with the party vibrating beneath them makes it feel like they're getting away with something. He repositions his hands on her ass, holding her still while he slowly works himself against her smooth, silky outer folds.
"I was going to take you from behind," he murmurs back, nipping at her lip and squeezing her ass as he pulls them together, cock throbbing as she lets out sounds of pleasure, "But I find myself unwilling to let you go. Maybe I'll see how loud I can get you instead." One of his hands roves deeper between her cheeks, gently prodding her other opening as he tilts his head to nip at her neck.
Her fingers drag along the underside of his length as she guides it against her slit, taking in how vivid the sensation was without any hair there. Gasping as he rocks his hips she hums in response to that question before leaning in to drag her teeth down the side of his neck.
"I was thinking about how good it was going to feel to get you like this," Aerith murmured against his skin before stifling a moan and biting him gently. Her hand moves to part her folds, the friction of her clit as he slides his cock against her making her cry out again.
She laughs dazedly at Balthier's musings on what to do next before the press of his fingertip against her rim makes her breath catch. Letting out a whimper she arches back against his hand, urged on by the pleasure sparking through her with every move of his hips.
"Do you want to make sure everyone downstairs knows I'm up here with you?" Lifting her head she grins at him, before the pressure against her clit makes her moan again.
It's a different sensation for him too, and while he doesn't have a strong preference, he's absolutely enjoying the newness with her and how deep her moans are. It's occurring to him this may be fun to repeat with his own hair cut way back, but that thought disappears into a shuddering whimper as her teeth drag down his neck.
"I like you fantasizing about me," he murmurs back, hissing with pleasure as she parts her folds, more of her heat and slickness in contact with him, her cry as heady as her heat. His cock is starting to ache with want, the heat and friction enough to tease but not enough to offer release. But when he presses against her rim and she arches, his angle changes and he moans into her neck, the first pang of real want sweeping over him. "I like you wanting me so openly," he rasps back, slowly pressing his finger into her, bracing her hips with his other hand even as his rocking picks up in speed, body crying out for more of her.
"Yes," he grins at her question. "I want everyone to hear both of us. Put your hand up under me," he says, shuddering at how she moans against him. "And use your nails when you hold onto me." He knows how to get himself to lose his ability to be quiet, and he knows she enjoys it as much as he does.
His flesh is hot against her already soaked heat, and when he tells her where he wants her hand Aerith is swift to oblige him, her hand sliding back between their bodies so she can tease the underside of his cock. "I want you," she breathes in response before the pressure of his finger against her ass makes her shudder out a groan, her back arching in response, moving against him.
She can feel the ache between her thighs deepening, her need rising, making her shift against him, seeking out more of him without relenting to the want to have him inside her yet. Wrapping her arm around him she bites harder at his throat, her nails digging into his shoulder before dragging down his back, her hips stuttering in their movements as the first pangs of her climax begin to build through her.
"Oh god, Balthier," the words are smothered against his skin but uttered loudly enough to betray the fact that she's given up trying to keep quiet, too focused on her pleasure, and his.
The hand under his cock causes him to yelp, biting it off into an absolutely desirous moan. Her utterance that she wants him, her body arching and demanding more of him does nothing to lessen the ache in his cock. The sharp bite of her teeth have him all but shouting, biting down on his own lip as his body seeks release between her hand and her heat.
Her tone shifts, her hips starting to shudder, and he knows he can finish them both like this. But this time, she's his, and he's hers, and there's no reason to stay apart.
"Scions I want you," he breathes back even as he pulls his finger out of her, pulling back from her heat just long enough to push her down on the bed, getting her wrists up over her head with one hand while he strums her clit with the other. "I want to hear you scream my name, and feel you buck under me," he whispers before pulling her tiny shirt up with his teeth so he can bite at her nipples, hips bucking of their own volition, careful not to give her enough stimulation to climax but still running his fingers against in her bare, silky opening.
"Gods you are gorgeous," he says as he breaks from her nipple, coming to kiss her mouth as he guides his cock into her opening, whimpering as her tight, rippling folds take her in. "How loud can you be for me?" he whispers, and then he lets her hands go, moving his to her hips so he thrust hard and fast, head to base again and again, watching her breasts bounce, her outfit absolutely rumbled as he moans out her name, the first shocks of an orgasm starting to zing through him.
She's so precariously close to the edge that when he pulls back to push her into the bed and pin her wrists a delicious jolt of feeling rolls through her, making her cry out as she squirms between his hand as it teases her clit, and the bed beneath her.
"I want you Balthier," she whimpers, her legs moving, trying to catch his hips and drag him towards her, her body aching to feel him buried inside her heat, the way he bites at the sensitive peaks of her breasts making her moan loudly, her movements against his hand taking on a renewed urgency.
"I need you inside me," her hands scramble for his body the moment he lets her wrists go, her nails dragging up his sides and across his back, giddy from the way he takes hold of her. Her hips arch hungrily as he finally drives into her, dragging another loud cry out of her.
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He dips his head to kiss her, deeper than he had downstairs, humming happily as his hands tighten on her.
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"I get to do what I want today, and what I want is to give you this." Aerith draws back just enough to be able to bring the box around and offer it to him. The box is about as long as a shoebox, but not as high, and contains the set of art supplies she requested from the prison's commissary with him in mind.
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His smirk falls away to open-mouthed shock as he opens the box. "Aerith--" His fingers glean over the pencils and charcoal, all good quality. These can't have been cheap. This time he kisses her like he doesn't have words, folding her into his hold. "I have something for you too," he says when he breaks away.
He carefully sets the supplies on the dresser, then goes to the closet. It isn't wrapped, but he brings it back to her all the same. It's three drawings she liked, an airship in the middle and plants on the side, in a rough frame he made from gathered wood.
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"For me?" Her eyebrows raise inquisitively, and she has to stop herself from following Balthier to his closet just to sneak a peek.
Her eyes prick with tears when he turns around and gives her the framed art he made for her, the smile on her face going wide and bright. "You made all this for me?" She asks, her hand tracing the worn wood the frame was made out of fondly.
"I think it's the best thing anyone's ever given me!"
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"Decide where you want it, and I'll hang it," he says, stepping close enough to catch her face in his hand, tracing over her cheek with all the gentleness and ache he doesn't know how to voice. Then he gives her a grin. It's her birthday, after all, and she came in here playful. He wants to give that back. "You know I'm going to have to draw you with all those pretty things you got me. Your choice if you want clothes on or not." That space heater she got would make things much easier.
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"So that means you like them?" Aerith smiles against his hand, looking over his face adoringly. The idea of being drawn by him is alluring, and flattering in its own right. She likes the thought of inspiring him in ways that are different from what this place usually steers them towards.
"You can draw me both ways, but, I get to draw you too."
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“They’re perfect,” he assures her. “I genuinely did not think I could get any decent supplies here. Thank you. For thinking of me, too.”
And he laughs as she gives him permission — and order, really — to do both and then pose for her. “Gladly, my nymph. You do like to look at me, and I like catching you.” He kisses her forehead, then finds her mouth again, sighing contentedly as he just enjoys having her, having all this. Here of all places.
But he’s feeling playful too, so when he breaks this kiss, nose still close to hers, he asks, “Am I really ravishing you on the phallus bed? Because I’m not letting the day turn over before I’ve spoiled you.”
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She laughs softly when he pulls away and glances over her shoulder as she catches her breath.
"Well, it is my birthday, and I haven't had you inside me yet." It's so direct she makes herself blush as she says it, even as she turns to eye him playfully. "Oh! But," Aerith laughs again. "Anna helped me get ready for the party and she," what's the term for it? "Gave me um, a makeover."
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"I'd noticed, but I didn't know if this was some cultural rite I was unaware of," he says, giving her a proper look over as she shows off. "You always look so beautiful," he hums, adoring smile still on his face, but his hands trail down her side, enjoying her exposed skin. "But these sleeves are particularly good on you, and I like the dramatics." He nuzzles in again, hand sliding over her back as he whispers in her ear. "You'd look pretty riding my cock with this all on, maybe go back down to the party with your panties still off and wet with me, hmm?"
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"You read my mind," Aerith murmurs after she turns her head to press her lips against his temple. "I like the idea of you looking over at me knowing I'm still full of your cum." She ducks down and nips his neck lightly, enjoying the pang of arousal the thought fills her with.
"And I like the idea of you seeing the rest of Anna's makeover," she tips her hips forward, nudging his suggestively.
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But the game they're both starting to play burns bright and hot, and he's well on his way to being able to make good on both their threats. Her desire to be slick with him, knowing he's watching and thinking of her makes him whimper, and the sound cuts off into a moan as she nips at him. Ache is undeniably settling in his groin even before she hints at more surprises.
"Oh?" he laughs, breathless to have yet another discovery with her. "Did she get you ready for me?" He runs a hand up her stomach, dipping under her neck to caress her breast, rolling his hips into hers as he does.
"Should I close the door, or do you want the chance for an audience?" His cheeks burn at the suggestion, but they're home, and it would hardly be out of place here, and if it would make things better for her, he's happy to let others see that she's his. Especially when he isn't planning to undress her.
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Her hand moves between their bodies rubbing against the hard press of his cock as her eyes dart to the side, considering the door. The idea of leaving it open, especially with their house full of guests is unexpectedly thrilling, but she looks back at him and shakes her head.
"Maybe we can try something like that another time. It's my birthday, I want you all to myself."
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His eyelids flutter shut as she drags her hand down his heat, groaning low for her. And when she gives her answer, he can't help the way he breathes in sharply, hips rolling against her. He turns to nip at her neck, purring into her ear, "No complaints on that directive, my love." It's still a thrill, calling her that, even more so in this context where he's being sought out as something coveted and precious on a day Aerith could, presumably, have anything or anyone she wanted.
"Go sit on the edge of the bed," he says, giving her nipple a pinch before extracting himself to go close the door and lock it. The bass of the music travels up here, and something about it excites him, like that day in the closet.
And when he looks back, she's like an absurd sex goddess surrounded by hungry phalluses. Not that his is far behind.
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By the time he turns she's perched on the edge of the bed, her bright eyes fixed intently on him as she grins, fighting the urge not to stay put and cross the room so she can get her arms around him sooner.
Following the direction of his gaze she looks up at the towering phalluses on every corner of the bed and shakes her head. "Those things better not do anything weird."
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But he's back to her, guiding her legs open so he can stand between them, getting his hands around her thighs. "Any requests from the birthday girl? Besides ending up inside you?" Heat courses through him as he says it, his cock hardening at the thought.
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"I think," she draws the last word out as she lifts her hips and presses herself to him. "I want you to make me cum with your cock again, like that first morning." Her face flushes, both from the memory and the thought of feeling him like that again, teasing her from behind. That they didn't give in that day was still something, and that they're going to now is beyond exciting, enough to make her shiver, and press against him needily.
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"Is that what you were thinking about while Anna got you ready?" he asks, slinking a hand down between them to graze over her shorn hair. He looks down, knowing she's watching him, and his cheeks flush, eyes widening as he hums approvingly. "Look how beautiful you are, all out where I can see." He drags his fingers around the fold of her thighs before dips his hand down, briefly, but enough to say with confidence, "And already wet for me."
With his free hand, he works to undo his pants, shoving them and his boxers down just enough to be free. His cock springs out, and he presses close enough to slide his heat against her folds, shuddering at how good she feels. "Mmm and I'm just as ready for you."
Teasing her just that bit, he squeezes the thick flesh under her thighs. "Get on your knees for me," he says. He'd had her from behind that time, pushing her until she came undone. He expects to do the same, but not without having her order him inside her, and that's makes him ache.
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"I was excited to see what you'd think," her eyes briefly darting sideways as she speaks, momentarily struck by bashfulness even as she tries to squirm closer to his touch.
Aerith's gaze follows the movement of her other hand before she sits up enough to reach for his length after Balthier frees it from his pants. She runs her fingertips along the side of it briefly before he's guiding it against her core and making her breath catch.
"So you do like it."
Reaching for him she runs her hands down his hips, grinning at the way his hands grasp her thighs before she pulls away, reluctant to separate from him but eager to work them both up to a point where guiding him inside her becomes imperative to them both.
After she gets to her knees she wraps an arm around his shoulders, pulling him close enough to kiss while her hand wraps around his cock, guiding it back against her heat before she rocks against him. "Or do you want me from behind, my pirate," Aerith murmurs between kisses, biting his bottom lip after she asks.
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She repositions at his request and its not quite what he had in mind, but he's moaning against her lips, loving the way she grasps his shoulders and pulls his cock right back to her. Her hunger is maddening, and having their clothes still on with the party vibrating beneath them makes it feel like they're getting away with something. He repositions his hands on her ass, holding her still while he slowly works himself against her smooth, silky outer folds.
"I was going to take you from behind," he murmurs back, nipping at her lip and squeezing her ass as he pulls them together, cock throbbing as she lets out sounds of pleasure, "But I find myself unwilling to let you go. Maybe I'll see how loud I can get you instead." One of his hands roves deeper between her cheeks, gently prodding her other opening as he tilts his head to nip at her neck.
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"I was thinking about how good it was going to feel to get you like this," Aerith murmured against his skin before stifling a moan and biting him gently. Her hand moves to part her folds, the friction of her clit as he slides his cock against her making her cry out again.
She laughs dazedly at Balthier's musings on what to do next before the press of his fingertip against her rim makes her breath catch. Letting out a whimper she arches back against his hand, urged on by the pleasure sparking through her with every move of his hips.
"Do you want to make sure everyone downstairs knows I'm up here with you?" Lifting her head she grins at him, before the pressure against her clit makes her moan again.
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"I like you fantasizing about me," he murmurs back, hissing with pleasure as she parts her folds, more of her heat and slickness in contact with him, her cry as heady as her heat. His cock is starting to ache with want, the heat and friction enough to tease but not enough to offer release. But when he presses against her rim and she arches, his angle changes and he moans into her neck, the first pang of real want sweeping over him. "I like you wanting me so openly," he rasps back, slowly pressing his finger into her, bracing her hips with his other hand even as his rocking picks up in speed, body crying out for more of her.
"Yes," he grins at her question. "I want everyone to hear both of us. Put your hand up under me," he says, shuddering at how she moans against him. "And use your nails when you hold onto me." He knows how to get himself to lose his ability to be quiet, and he knows she enjoys it as much as he does.
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She can feel the ache between her thighs deepening, her need rising, making her shift against him, seeking out more of him without relenting to the want to have him inside her yet. Wrapping her arm around him she bites harder at his throat, her nails digging into his shoulder before dragging down his back, her hips stuttering in their movements as the first pangs of her climax begin to build through her.
"Oh god, Balthier," the words are smothered against his skin but uttered loudly enough to betray the fact that she's given up trying to keep quiet, too focused on her pleasure, and his.
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Her tone shifts, her hips starting to shudder, and he knows he can finish them both like this. But this time, she's his, and he's hers, and there's no reason to stay apart.
"Scions I want you," he breathes back even as he pulls his finger out of her, pulling back from her heat just long enough to push her down on the bed, getting her wrists up over her head with one hand while he strums her clit with the other. "I want to hear you scream my name, and feel you buck under me," he whispers before pulling her tiny shirt up with his teeth so he can bite at her nipples, hips bucking of their own volition, careful not to give her enough stimulation to climax but still running his fingers against in her bare, silky opening.
"Gods you are gorgeous," he says as he breaks from her nipple, coming to kiss her mouth as he guides his cock into her opening, whimpering as her tight, rippling folds take her in. "How loud can you be for me?" he whispers, and then he lets her hands go, moving his to her hips so he thrust hard and fast, head to base again and again, watching her breasts bounce, her outfit absolutely rumbled as he moans out her name, the first shocks of an orgasm starting to zing through him.
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"I want you Balthier," she whimpers, her legs moving, trying to catch his hips and drag him towards her, her body aching to feel him buried inside her heat, the way he bites at the sensitive peaks of her breasts making her moan loudly, her movements against his hand taking on a renewed urgency.
"I need you inside me," her hands scramble for his body the moment he lets her wrists go, her nails dragging up his sides and across his back, giddy from the way he takes hold of her. Her hips arch hungrily as he finally drives into her, dragging another loud cry out of her.