"You're not bad yourself," he agrees like she hasn't caught him staring at her in the last day. Like he isn't now.
By the time she brushes her tongue over his lip, there is no doubt she can feel him hardening between them. "I can stop and go back to house tasks," he teases, turning his head away just enough she has to either chase him with her mouth or turn his face back to her.
And he's not thinking about whether it's alright that he wants her to chase him, expects her to protest him pulling away. Maybe there's something in these flowers making him like this, and if so, he doesn't mind.
The way he turns draws a girlish laugh from her, and Aerith unwraps an arm so she can bring a gentle hand to his cheek, and guide his face back to look at her, color rising to her face while she smiles at him, perhaps more adoringly than she should.
"You could," she offers quietly, her thumb brushing across his cheek before she presses her lips against his again. "But, there are better things we could do, too." Which would be ludicrous to suggest any other time, because there is a lot of work to be done, and Aerith doesn't usually shy away from getting her hands dirty while fixing something up, be it the house or that little patch of garden she's made for herself in the North Yard.
"I mean if you really want to fix my house, and cook me dinner, and take a bath with me, that sounds like a pretty nice day too, but," Aerith trails off, looking over her shoulder at the fence behind him before she returns her attention to Balthier, her stupid heart skipping a stupid beat very stupidly. "If the neighbors don't mind."
There's no reason her touch should make his heart skip. She's touched his cheek and kissed him a hundred times, probably in the last day. His grin is bright and wide, though, and he receives her kiss eagerly, chuckling at her teasing invite, a wave of...something going through him at it being offered again.
"I frankly couldn't give a chocobo's ass what the neighbors think," he informs her. And this time while he kisses her, he guides her hips to his, rolling his growing bulge against the front of her dress. He curls an arm around her to keep her there, the other coming to run over her breast, fingertips teasing the edge of the fabric.
The temptation is too great, and he bends his head down as he slides his hand inside her dress, pushing the fabric away to expose her breast to the sun for a brief moment before he envelops it with his mouth, biting at her nipple as he rocks against her, bolstered by the strange zing of being outside where someone could catch them.
Moving with him, she's all too happy to angle herself against the hardening press of his cock through the fabric of his pants, resting her thigh lightly against the side of Balthier's hip as he guides her leg around him, bolstered by the way he grins at her. There's an added level of happiness that comes along with this closeness, one that Aerith does not dare let herself dwell on, deciding it's easier to lean into it and choose to believe it's all just the residual softness of their ordeal and recovery from the night before.
"You know what chocobos are?" She asks in a delighted murmur between kisses, not bothering to dig that deeply, instead cozily leaning herself into him, a hand moving between their bodies to tug the skirt of her dress up and out from between them, wanting him to feel the warmth of her sex against his length each time he let his hips tilt closer to hers. If there were any neighbors, it's a very trivial matter compared with the nearness and increasingly familiar warmth of Balthier's body.
She shivers, feeling fresh air as it travels over her newly exposed breast, and turns her head, laughing gently against his neck as the gentle bite to her nipple pulls a gasp out of her. "Can we? Right here?" It's not a question so much as it is a giddily issued invitation. She wants him everywhere she can have him, and in that moments it's okay to feel that way.
Whatever else was in his head falls aways as she pulls her dress up to push herself more directly against him. There's a tiny moment where he freezes, the last time she pulled her dress up being that horrible compulsive collar --
Gods was that only last night? He squeezes her arms, kissing her harder and pressing his length firmly against her. That must still be what this is, surely. Taking back everything it unsettled. Her eagerness in asking if they can go, right here right now, eases him further. He lets her nipple go to grin against her. "I have no intention of waiting a second longer than I have to." His mouth walks back up her breast and to her neck, sucking hard against her flesh as his hand slides across the front of her panties, beginning to massage her opening through the fabric. He wants to feel her wetness there, shifting so he can grind against her thigh as he works her heat.
All the while the breeze dances across his face, reminding him how out in the open they are, and he did not expect to be this into it.
Gazing down at him, she shivers when he lifts his mouth away from her breast, suddenly very aware of the fresh air of outdoors, and grins caught up in how good everything felt at that moment. "What a good answer," Aerith sighs, tilting her head back as his lips travel up her throat and his hand moves between their bodies to tease her through the thin fabric of her panties. "A great answer," she adds moaning softly as she turns her thigh enough to press back against his cock, teasing him as he does her.
Arching her back, pressing herself against him insistently, Aerith's hips move slowly against his hand, as eager to draw this moment out as she had been last night in bed, and the following morning - purely just because it was fun to be like this with him, she's sure.
Her hands skim over his chest, one slipping down to join his, caught between their forms as her fingers find the firming outline of his cock and trace over it, ducking her chin down to kiss him again while her free hand runs through his hair.
Surely he hums against her neck because her thigh feels good against his cock, and the way she rolls her hips against his hand. Just like last night and this morning, there's no real urgency, just a savoring of their bodies and being in control of their own desires.
"I do like pleasing you," he murmurs. And that's completely in line with the normal game they play.
Her fingers trace his cock as she kisses him, settling more comfortably into his hold. A humid cling is starting to form beneath his hand as she shifts and kisses against him. He bends his cheek down next to hers, letting his pleased sighs fall directly into her ear. The only part of this he doesn't like is that he knows it will be over soon, regardless of their gentle pace.
"I believe you're making my pants too tight," he whispers. "I'm going to need your assistance with that."
"You're very good at it," and more than anything she wants to tell him just how much he pleases her, how much she wants to do the same for him, but it toes the same line as the lurking desire to remind him of how beautiful she finds him with every smile and flash of his eyes - she knows that just like she's sure this softness is residual, and merely part of the way they're reclaiming what belongs to them after the incident in the field.
Aware of the way he can feel how wet and hot she's become for him, desire flares through her, making the press of her hand against his length firmer, stroking over him through the fabric of his trousers until the words he whispers against her ear draw a low giggle out of her.
"I make your pants too tight a lot," she begins, turning her head to kiss his temple, as her hand squeezes his shaft lightly. "Maybe you should stop wearing pants so much," Aerith concludes in a whisper as her hand moves to the fastening of his trousers. Her hand delves below the fabric the moment she works his pants loose, wrapping around the base of his cock before guiding him to press against the skin of her thigh. "I think I need your assistance too Balthier," Aerith purrs, gently catching his bottom lip in her teeth.
"Is there something else you want to see me in?" he teases, eyes fluttering and moaning lightly as she squeezes against him then moves to get him out of his pants. The moment his flesh touches her thigh, he feels his want swell, further buoyed by her low words and the bite on his lip. Leaning into the bliss of wanting her, he slides his free hand up the small of her back, rubbing his length along her thigh as he presses a finger into her over the fabric, knowing it's getting tight as it pulls against her skin. He can almost ignore the way his heart flipped at her saying she needed him
"Happy to oblige, my lady." His fingers twist, pulling her panties aside, the way she had him do last night. He wants to reclaim that too, fill every possible crack with good memory. He shifts his hips, slowly running his hot length against her slick opening, wetness gathered there from being pressed against her panties. Only after he's gotten both their breathing jagged does he murmur, "Guide me in." He could do it himself but...he likes her helping, likes her welcoming him, and he doesn't really want to let go of her, even for this.
"Let's start with me, and see," she whispers, giving him a grin. There are a lot of things Aerith wants to see Balthier in, among them quite a few she can't quite say out loud without risking crossing a line - but he's too distracting for her to dwell on that, the hand he teases her with pulling her focus, making her whimper as he presses a finger against her entrance through the damp fabric of her panties. Shifting against the press of his cock, the hand around the base of him tenses gently, giving him another teasing squeeze.
Her breath catches, feeling him hastily push aside her panties, exposing the slick heat of her cunt to the open air beneath her skirt. Last night it had been a grim necessity, something she told him to do out of practicality, to preserve both their modesties while getting what they had to do over with, but today it's thrilling. An impulsive move that speaks volumes to his need for her, one she relishes. Humming low in approval she tilts her hips closer to him, head tipping back as she gasps from the way he teases her, and the more pleasant memories of the time he touched her like this before, their first morning together.
Sighing happily at that request, Aerith moves her hand up the length of his cock, brushing the head of him against her clit, drawing out the moment before she guides him lower, pressing him past her entrance before her hips roll forward and she sinks onto him with an eager moan. "You feel so perfect," she whispers, the comment clearly a product of the blissful feeling that comes along with having him inside her, and nothing else.
Her teasing response brings a grin to his face, even as he feels a flush on his cheeks. It's not like he hasn't been inside her before, but something about her playful humor and the affirmation that she wants him there again make him feel light and heady. Or maybe it's just her whimpering and wet cunt and the way she's squeezing his cock. Whatever hesitance he felt about pressing her panties aside is entirely mollified by how clearly she's enjoying it.
As he obliges his request, he shudders in anticipation, moaning against her as she uses his head to tease her clit. Things he absolutely knows he shouldn't say bubble in his throat. It's just the release, the relief after that horrible ordeal. So he presses his lips to her hair, working down the side of her face, chuckling breathlessly at her compliment. "And you sound perfect," he agrees.
He stays like this for a moment, enjoying her moaning and easing against him, even if he has to angle his legs wider and adjust to help them slowly slide into one another. It would be more than enough to just hold her like this, rock gently against her and listen to her soft sounds while he kissed her softly. Something about that desire feels...shameful. So instead he adjusts his hands, sliding them around her back and thighs until he has a good grip to life her up. "Legs around me," he murmurs before they're kissing again.
The awkwardness of their height difference is mitigated, and having her clinging to him for support is...hotter than he expected. "Hold tight," he orders and, with her wrapped around him, begins to slide in and out of her, moving her hips toward him and away again, hissing with pleasure as he does. "Mmm you are always an exquisite partner, Aerith."
Standing on her toes with the one foot she's still got against the ground, Aerith uses what leverage she's got to rock against him, her breasts pressing to his chest as she arches herself closer, the fabric of his vest teasing at her exposed nipple. It almost feels like every facet of Balthier is enjoyable, or appealing in some way, especially like this, standing precariously out in the open, moving with him as he adjusts his stance and runs kisses down the side of her face that feel sweet enough to make her want to say something truly stupid.
Before she can, she turns her head, nuzzling his cheek before her lips brush against the line of his jaw, a little squeak of surprise stifled against his skin when he adjusts his hands, moving them to the back of her thighs to lift her fully off the ground. "Balthier!" His name is punctuated by a flight of excited, happy giggles, astonished and delighted to be taken like this. Like so many of the things that have happened between them, this too is new ground for Aerith, and this new angle he's found to drive into her leaves her moaning, thighs tensing against his sides, more than careful not to impede the way he rolls his hips while thrusting himself deeply into her.
"You're unbelievable," Aerith answers before using the hold the sides of her knees have on him to hold herself up, doing what she can to keep herself still so that he can drive into her more easily. She breaks off from that kiss, gazing at him through half-lidded eyes, her already pounding heart quickening somehow while watching his face. "You're so beautiful," it feels like she's been holding that in for hours, but the look in his eyes and the warmth of his body has eaten away at the last of her resolve, letting the truth slip out in a heated rush.
He loves the way she likes to nuzzle into his cheek and pepper kisses on his jaw. They're sweet, soft gestures that remind him of long sunsets or quiet afternoons with tea, comforting and magical but quiet. Hard to recreate. It's strange, too, to be starting to feel familiar with her touch. And he absolutely loves surprising her, grinning at her delighted laughter and the way she gasps his name. That he won't get tired of anytime soon, and he puts his thanks into steadily thrusting into her, his kisses full of smiles as he does.
Smiles that only widen at her compliment and the way she shifts to help him. They're -- a team, really. So much of this reminds him of how easily he and Fran work together, even if the work is so different. Not that he'd call this work. It's -- fun. Easy. Though he supposes so is thieving. There's something different, though, that he can't put his finger on, a different cadence as she draws back to look him in the eye, voice breathless and heavy as she praises him.
"I've never met anyone like you, Aerith. And I quite enjoy rare and beautiful things."
She's wildly beautiful, and more than a little feral taking him hungrily like this, one breast out, hair wild in the wind, skin flushed and lips parted in moans. Balthier has seen a lot in his time, gods and monsters and queens and legends, but there's something simultaneously otherworldly and utterly rooted about Aerith that makes it hard not to stare at her, trying to commit every bit of this to memory. She's so alive, so full of joy and playfulness, and it makes him want to be present too, to do whatever he can to make her gasp and moan and laugh. Except that...it's easy. He barely has to work at all.
"Kiss me," he murmurs, not that he couldn't initiate himself, but it's a little easier for her to maneuver and -- he likes seeing the joy she gets when he tells her to do something they'll both enjoy.
Her forearms rest against his shoulders, helping him hold her up while freeing her hands to run through his hair and down his back, finding the feel of his clothes still on his body while he's buried deep inside her oddly alluring, their rumpled clothing speaking volumes about how impossible it was to wait to be like this again. His compliments make her chest tighten all over again, leaving her mind reeling while the movement of his hips continued to make waves of bliss wash through her.
It's a fight not to say more, to turn the remark back on him and point out how he's the one that's rare and beautiful between them - equal parts a prince and a pirate, tempered by this sweet, caring heart of his. There are too many things she could say, wants to say, but is aware that even here, fully disarmed and wrapped up in everything he gives her, it's not the space for it.
Instead, she leans in, a breathy laugh escaping her at that very easily granted request, though she holds back in favor of resting her forehead against his, her eyes falling closed as she purses her lips together to stifle another pleasured cry, basking in him. "What will the neighbors think?" The question is posed in a dreamy sigh, and Aerith has no interest in letting him answer, her mouth capturing his in an eager kiss, lips parting so that her tongue can brush nimbly against his.
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.
Unknowingly, they share that complaint - as delightful as this is, out in the fresh air, swept off her feet and so completely caught up in him, she misses the way his hands move over her and always seem to know exactly where to touch. She makes up for it, her hands in his hair, kissing him until she's forced to pull back and take a few shaky breaths, and even then her lips find his in fleeting brushes, the soft cries of her enjoyment filling the small amount of space between their bodies.
The way he adjusts himself before driving into her again pulls a cry out of her, and Aerith tips her hips down, letting the length of his cock drag slickly across her clit in a teasing brush with every thrust. Her thighs tremble slightly, but she's determined to keep hold of him, wanting to feel as much of that delicious heat that sweeps through her each time he buries himself inside her as she can.
Every roll of his hips pushes her closer to the edge, urgency fueling her movements, giving them a rougher, hungrier edge, the hand roving over his back, stilling as she grips his shoulder and moans. "Wonderful," the word is whispered and it's hard to say just what she's talking about - even Aerith doesn't know. So many things fit the bill it's hard to settle on just one.
What he misses in being able to touch her is offset by how much he enjoys being clung to and touched, having -- for once -- to truly focus on receiving since his hands are busy. As her movements get rougher, he kisses her harder, murmuring her name as she cries against his lips, only to seek her out again.
There's a gently shake in her thighs, and she slips a little. His arms are feeling it too, and originally he'd meant to move them back against the side of the house, but now he wants to finish like this, both of them desperate to be close, fighting gravity and muscles and clinging to each other. As she shifts to cling to his shoulders, moaning for him, he knows they're both close.
"So wonderful," he whispers back, not trusting himself to specify. He's so close, orgasm hovering, and he wants to drive into her harder, run his hands all over her, thrust faster, but he feels precariously balanced and desperately trying to get a little more. "Bite my neck," he murmurs, a gentle plea to it. "I'm so close --"
If she's gotten fatigued being arranged like this, some part of Aerith's subconscious has firmly decided to deal with it later. This is too good to ruin by something as trivial as getting tired, even as he pushes her closer to orgasm, she wants to make every second last, relishing how utterly beautiful this, and everything about him is. It's hard to say if she's ever felt like this before if she's ever formed a connection with someone that brings out everything that whatever she and Balthier share brings out of her. She can't examine it - she won't examine it if she can help it, but not reveling in it is impossible.
A deep, happy sigh escapes her when she hears that word come back to her, the hold her legs keep against his sides firming as she grins against his mouth between kisses. "Come for me, please, I want to feel you," she nips his bottom lip as her hips tremble her walls tensing around his cock as that eagerness pushes her closer to her own release, making her duck her head down, dragging her teeth along his throat before biting at his skin, her free hand tugging gently at his hair as the tension in her body coils tight and begins to unfurl, crying out between nips to his neck as she shudders against him.
His moans grown low and insistent, and while he tells himself it's the feel of her tightening around him and the nip at his lip, her words absolutely do something for him. "Yes," he rasps, his reply turning into a strangled whimper as she obliges his request, teeth stroking over him before she sinks in, the tension against his hair incredible.
"Aerith," he gasps, something changing in his movement as his body moves of its own accord, chasing her shuddering and teasing, needing every taste of her he can get. "Yes, please -- yell for me -- hnghh -- " His words are cut off again by a whimpering cry, cock shuddering as she whimpers and bites. His fingers dig into her flesh, clutching her legs like they're anchoring him here. He wants to kiss her, wants to touch her, wants to scrabble against her and he can't do anything but keep desperately thrusting into her. "I -- I'm coming--"
The force of it makes him bury his head in her shoulder, biting against her flesh to stifle his cry as he whimpers through the shuddering ecstasy, frozen as he tries to stay standing, supporting her, pushing her and her fluttering cunt to their own orgasm. It's precarious and absurd and the orgasm that rolls through him is absolutely maddening, threatening to blank his brain and topple them both, and he likes that too, clinging to her helplessly, eyelids fluttering and knees shaking. "Aerith, fuck, Aerith--"
The way their movements seem to rise to a frenzied pitch as each of them comes undone, their orgasms cresting like a dense wave is more than enough to leave Aerith obliging him, crying out his name as her mouth runs over his skin almost drunkenly, trailing kisses and bites over every square inch of flesh her mouth can reach. "Come for me, please," she pants, shaking in his hold as her orgasm leaves her senses reeling, her lips claiming his in another ravenous kiss, her walls tense and slick around his cock.
The heat of his release spreads through her as she comes, every sensation sweeping over her body feeling as though it's ramped up tenfold, making her moan and whimper as the hand in his hair moves to cradle his cheek, adoring and possessive, kissing him through the last throes of her orgasm until she too is left thunderstruck and breathless, shivering where he holds her. "Everything you do is so perfect," she whispers against his lips between kisses, the hand on his cheek gently caressing his skin as she basks in this glorious feeling and the wonderful hold he has her in. "Balthier," she hums, eyelids fluttering open so that she can look over his face, "you're wonderful."
Breathless and dizzy, all he can do is grin at her, face tilting into her hand, staring back at her with so much adoration his face hurts. "I have so much fun with you," he agrees. "More than I thought I could with anyone here." Truly, for him, this was a prison, activity he didn't want to participate in and dreaded completing. But he forgets with her. Wants...more. Endlessly more. He sighs, kissing her again. "You're perfect, Aerith." His cheeks are hot and his chest is tight and some part of him knows he shouldn't have said that but how can he not?
"Are we bathing or eating first?" he asks, almost regretting the way it shakes whatever this moment is back to some semblance of reality, but relieved by it too, feeling like he's stepping back from some huge precipice. Besides, the idea of bathing with her again, of feeding her, of falling asleep to her warm, beautiful body stretched across his is enough to buoy any disappointment.
He eases her down, sighing as the change in angle causes him to slip out, oddly attracted to knowing his cum is inside her, even if it's about to make a mess. Once her feet are on the ground, though, he wraps tightly around her, cradling her head to his chest and planting kisses on her hair. "Thank you. Fore taking such good care of me after..." he trails off, kissing her again, but it's enough to say what he needs to, and he rocks her in his hold for a moment, aware they're both a rumpled mess and feeling the safest he has in...
Coming from anyone else she would bat such incredibly high praise aside almost instantly, but with Balthier she almost melts into it, kissing him and nodding in earnest. "You are. My time with you is wonderful." In ways and on levels she won't allow herself to articulate, even as the thought of them fills her chest with a warmth that has little to nothing to do with the last fading throes of her orgasm.
She frowns a little as their bodies break apart as he sets her back down on her feet before the question pulls a big grin to her face. "Eating! I want to try your cooking!" Aerith leans up, cheerfully kissing his cheek while she answers, adjusting her dress and concealing her breasts once more, privately enjoying the thought of his cum inside her, even as the buttons it pushes for her are ones she hasn't brushed against before, like she's been claimed, in a way, delightedly so. And while the kitchen is still a sparse wreck, the thought of him there, cooking for her and simply taking up space in her space is wonderful all by itself.
Surprised when he thanks her for the night before, Aerith brings both her hands up, cradling his face as she holds him in a long kiss. "Don't thank me Balthier, I'll always take care of you if you need me to." Because that's what friends did for one another, right?
Reluctant, she pulls away from that embrace, catching his hand to lead him back towards the house. "Besides, if we eat first, we can just take a bath and get right into bed."
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By the time she brushes her tongue over his lip, there is no doubt she can feel him hardening between them. "I can stop and go back to house tasks," he teases, turning his head away just enough she has to either chase him with her mouth or turn his face back to her.
And he's not thinking about whether it's alright that he wants her to chase him, expects her to protest him pulling away. Maybe there's something in these flowers making him like this, and if so, he doesn't mind.
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"You could," she offers quietly, her thumb brushing across his cheek before she presses her lips against his again. "But, there are better things we could do, too." Which would be ludicrous to suggest any other time, because there is a lot of work to be done, and Aerith doesn't usually shy away from getting her hands dirty while fixing something up, be it the house or that little patch of garden she's made for herself in the North Yard.
"I mean if you really want to fix my house, and cook me dinner, and take a bath with me, that sounds like a pretty nice day too, but," Aerith trails off, looking over her shoulder at the fence behind him before she returns her attention to Balthier, her stupid heart skipping a stupid beat very stupidly. "If the neighbors don't mind."
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"I frankly couldn't give a chocobo's ass what the neighbors think," he informs her. And this time while he kisses her, he guides her hips to his, rolling his growing bulge against the front of her dress. He curls an arm around her to keep her there, the other coming to run over her breast, fingertips teasing the edge of the fabric.
The temptation is too great, and he bends his head down as he slides his hand inside her dress, pushing the fabric away to expose her breast to the sun for a brief moment before he envelops it with his mouth, biting at her nipple as he rocks against her, bolstered by the strange zing of being outside where someone could catch them.
Let them. Right now, she was his.
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"You know what chocobos are?" She asks in a delighted murmur between kisses, not bothering to dig that deeply, instead cozily leaning herself into him, a hand moving between their bodies to tug the skirt of her dress up and out from between them, wanting him to feel the warmth of her sex against his length each time he let his hips tilt closer to hers. If there were any neighbors, it's a very trivial matter compared with the nearness and increasingly familiar warmth of Balthier's body.
She shivers, feeling fresh air as it travels over her newly exposed breast, and turns her head, laughing gently against his neck as the gentle bite to her nipple pulls a gasp out of her. "Can we? Right here?" It's not a question so much as it is a giddily issued invitation. She wants him everywhere she can have him, and in that moments it's okay to feel that way.
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Gods was that only last night? He squeezes her arms, kissing her harder and pressing his length firmly against her. That must still be what this is, surely. Taking back everything it unsettled. Her eagerness in asking if they can go, right here right now, eases him further. He lets her nipple go to grin against her. "I have no intention of waiting a second longer than I have to." His mouth walks back up her breast and to her neck, sucking hard against her flesh as his hand slides across the front of her panties, beginning to massage her opening through the fabric. He wants to feel her wetness there, shifting so he can grind against her thigh as he works her heat.
All the while the breeze dances across his face, reminding him how out in the open they are, and he did not expect to be this into it.
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Arching her back, pressing herself against him insistently, Aerith's hips move slowly against his hand, as eager to draw this moment out as she had been last night in bed, and the following morning - purely just because it was fun to be like this with him, she's sure.
Her hands skim over his chest, one slipping down to join his, caught between their forms as her fingers find the firming outline of his cock and trace over it, ducking her chin down to kiss him again while her free hand runs through his hair.
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"I do like pleasing you," he murmurs. And that's completely in line with the normal game they play.
Her fingers trace his cock as she kisses him, settling more comfortably into his hold. A humid cling is starting to form beneath his hand as she shifts and kisses against him. He bends his cheek down next to hers, letting his pleased sighs fall directly into her ear. The only part of this he doesn't like is that he knows it will be over soon, regardless of their gentle pace.
"I believe you're making my pants too tight," he whispers. "I'm going to need your assistance with that."
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Aware of the way he can feel how wet and hot she's become for him, desire flares through her, making the press of her hand against his length firmer, stroking over him through the fabric of his trousers until the words he whispers against her ear draw a low giggle out of her.
"I make your pants too tight a lot," she begins, turning her head to kiss his temple, as her hand squeezes his shaft lightly. "Maybe you should stop wearing pants so much," Aerith concludes in a whisper as her hand moves to the fastening of his trousers. Her hand delves below the fabric the moment she works his pants loose, wrapping around the base of his cock before guiding him to press against the skin of her thigh. "I think I need your assistance too Balthier," Aerith purrs, gently catching his bottom lip in her teeth.
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"Happy to oblige, my lady." His fingers twist, pulling her panties aside, the way she had him do last night. He wants to reclaim that too, fill every possible crack with good memory. He shifts his hips, slowly running his hot length against her slick opening, wetness gathered there from being pressed against her panties. Only after he's gotten both their breathing jagged does he murmur, "Guide me in." He could do it himself but...he likes her helping, likes her welcoming him, and he doesn't really want to let go of her, even for this.
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Her breath catches, feeling him hastily push aside her panties, exposing the slick heat of her cunt to the open air beneath her skirt. Last night it had been a grim necessity, something she told him to do out of practicality, to preserve both their modesties while getting what they had to do over with, but today it's thrilling. An impulsive move that speaks volumes to his need for her, one she relishes. Humming low in approval she tilts her hips closer to him, head tipping back as she gasps from the way he teases her, and the more pleasant memories of the time he touched her like this before, their first morning together.
Sighing happily at that request, Aerith moves her hand up the length of his cock, brushing the head of him against her clit, drawing out the moment before she guides him lower, pressing him past her entrance before her hips roll forward and she sinks onto him with an eager moan. "You feel so perfect," she whispers, the comment clearly a product of the blissful feeling that comes along with having him inside her, and nothing else.
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As he obliges his request, he shudders in anticipation, moaning against her as she uses his head to tease her clit. Things he absolutely knows he shouldn't say bubble in his throat. It's just the release, the relief after that horrible ordeal. So he presses his lips to her hair, working down the side of her face, chuckling breathlessly at her compliment. "And you sound perfect," he agrees.
He stays like this for a moment, enjoying her moaning and easing against him, even if he has to angle his legs wider and adjust to help them slowly slide into one another. It would be more than enough to just hold her like this, rock gently against her and listen to her soft sounds while he kissed her softly. Something about that desire feels...shameful. So instead he adjusts his hands, sliding them around her back and thighs until he has a good grip to life her up. "Legs around me," he murmurs before they're kissing again.
The awkwardness of their height difference is mitigated, and having her clinging to him for support is...hotter than he expected. "Hold tight," he orders and, with her wrapped around him, begins to slide in and out of her, moving her hips toward him and away again, hissing with pleasure as he does. "Mmm you are always an exquisite partner, Aerith."
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Before she can, she turns her head, nuzzling his cheek before her lips brush against the line of his jaw, a little squeak of surprise stifled against his skin when he adjusts his hands, moving them to the back of her thighs to lift her fully off the ground. "Balthier!" His name is punctuated by a flight of excited, happy giggles, astonished and delighted to be taken like this. Like so many of the things that have happened between them, this too is new ground for Aerith, and this new angle he's found to drive into her leaves her moaning, thighs tensing against his sides, more than careful not to impede the way he rolls his hips while thrusting himself deeply into her.
"You're unbelievable," Aerith answers before using the hold the sides of her knees have on him to hold herself up, doing what she can to keep herself still so that he can drive into her more easily. She breaks off from that kiss, gazing at him through half-lidded eyes, her already pounding heart quickening somehow while watching his face. "You're so beautiful," it feels like she's been holding that in for hours, but the look in his eyes and the warmth of his body has eaten away at the last of her resolve, letting the truth slip out in a heated rush.
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Smiles that only widen at her compliment and the way she shifts to help him. They're -- a team, really. So much of this reminds him of how easily he and Fran work together, even if the work is so different. Not that he'd call this work. It's -- fun. Easy. Though he supposes so is thieving. There's something different, though, that he can't put his finger on, a different cadence as she draws back to look him in the eye, voice breathless and heavy as she praises him.
"I've never met anyone like you, Aerith. And I quite enjoy rare and beautiful things."
She's wildly beautiful, and more than a little feral taking him hungrily like this, one breast out, hair wild in the wind, skin flushed and lips parted in moans. Balthier has seen a lot in his time, gods and monsters and queens and legends, but there's something simultaneously otherworldly and utterly rooted about Aerith that makes it hard not to stare at her, trying to commit every bit of this to memory. She's so alive, so full of joy and playfulness, and it makes him want to be present too, to do whatever he can to make her gasp and moan and laugh. Except that...it's easy. He barely has to work at all.
"Kiss me," he murmurs, not that he couldn't initiate himself, but it's a little easier for her to maneuver and -- he likes seeing the joy she gets when he tells her to do something they'll both enjoy.
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It's a fight not to say more, to turn the remark back on him and point out how he's the one that's rare and beautiful between them - equal parts a prince and a pirate, tempered by this sweet, caring heart of his. There are too many things she could say, wants to say, but is aware that even here, fully disarmed and wrapped up in everything he gives her, it's not the space for it.
Instead, she leans in, a breathy laugh escaping her at that very easily granted request, though she holds back in favor of resting her forehead against his, her eyes falling closed as she purses her lips together to stifle another pleasured cry, basking in him. "What will the neighbors think?" The question is posed in a dreamy sigh, and Aerith has no interest in letting him answer, her mouth capturing his in an eager kiss, lips parting so that her tongue can brush nimbly against his.
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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.
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The way he adjusts himself before driving into her again pulls a cry out of her, and Aerith tips her hips down, letting the length of his cock drag slickly across her clit in a teasing brush with every thrust. Her thighs tremble slightly, but she's determined to keep hold of him, wanting to feel as much of that delicious heat that sweeps through her each time he buries himself inside her as she can.
Every roll of his hips pushes her closer to the edge, urgency fueling her movements, giving them a rougher, hungrier edge, the hand roving over his back, stilling as she grips his shoulder and moans. "Wonderful," the word is whispered and it's hard to say just what she's talking about - even Aerith doesn't know. So many things fit the bill it's hard to settle on just one.
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There's a gently shake in her thighs, and she slips a little. His arms are feeling it too, and originally he'd meant to move them back against the side of the house, but now he wants to finish like this, both of them desperate to be close, fighting gravity and muscles and clinging to each other. As she shifts to cling to his shoulders, moaning for him, he knows they're both close.
"So wonderful," he whispers back, not trusting himself to specify. He's so close, orgasm hovering, and he wants to drive into her harder, run his hands all over her, thrust faster, but he feels precariously balanced and desperately trying to get a little more. "Bite my neck," he murmurs, a gentle plea to it. "I'm so close --"
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A deep, happy sigh escapes her when she hears that word come back to her, the hold her legs keep against his sides firming as she grins against his mouth between kisses. "Come for me, please, I want to feel you," she nips his bottom lip as her hips tremble her walls tensing around his cock as that eagerness pushes her closer to her own release, making her duck her head down, dragging her teeth along his throat before biting at his skin, her free hand tugging gently at his hair as the tension in her body coils tight and begins to unfurl, crying out between nips to his neck as she shudders against him.
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"Aerith," he gasps, something changing in his movement as his body moves of its own accord, chasing her shuddering and teasing, needing every taste of her he can get. "Yes, please -- yell for me -- hnghh -- " His words are cut off again by a whimpering cry, cock shuddering as she whimpers and bites. His fingers dig into her flesh, clutching her legs like they're anchoring him here. He wants to kiss her, wants to touch her, wants to scrabble against her and he can't do anything but keep desperately thrusting into her. "I -- I'm coming--"
The force of it makes him bury his head in her shoulder, biting against her flesh to stifle his cry as he whimpers through the shuddering ecstasy, frozen as he tries to stay standing, supporting her, pushing her and her fluttering cunt to their own orgasm. It's precarious and absurd and the orgasm that rolls through him is absolutely maddening, threatening to blank his brain and topple them both, and he likes that too, clinging to her helplessly, eyelids fluttering and knees shaking. "Aerith, fuck, Aerith--"
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The heat of his release spreads through her as she comes, every sensation sweeping over her body feeling as though it's ramped up tenfold, making her moan and whimper as the hand in his hair moves to cradle his cheek, adoring and possessive, kissing him through the last throes of her orgasm until she too is left thunderstruck and breathless, shivering where he holds her. "Everything you do is so perfect," she whispers against his lips between kisses, the hand on his cheek gently caressing his skin as she basks in this glorious feeling and the wonderful hold he has her in. "Balthier," she hums, eyelids fluttering open so that she can look over his face, "you're wonderful."
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"Are we bathing or eating first?" he asks, almost regretting the way it shakes whatever this moment is back to some semblance of reality, but relieved by it too, feeling like he's stepping back from some huge precipice. Besides, the idea of bathing with her again, of feeding her, of falling asleep to her warm, beautiful body stretched across his is enough to buoy any disappointment.
He eases her down, sighing as the change in angle causes him to slip out, oddly attracted to knowing his cum is inside her, even if it's about to make a mess. Once her feet are on the ground, though, he wraps tightly around her, cradling her head to his chest and planting kisses on her hair. "Thank you. Fore taking such good care of me after..." he trails off, kissing her again, but it's enough to say what he needs to, and he rocks her in his hold for a moment, aware they're both a rumpled mess and feeling the safest he has in...
He can't finish that thought.
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She frowns a little as their bodies break apart as he sets her back down on her feet before the question pulls a big grin to her face. "Eating! I want to try your cooking!" Aerith leans up, cheerfully kissing his cheek while she answers, adjusting her dress and concealing her breasts once more, privately enjoying the thought of his cum inside her, even as the buttons it pushes for her are ones she hasn't brushed against before, like she's been claimed, in a way, delightedly so. And while the kitchen is still a sparse wreck, the thought of him there, cooking for her and simply taking up space in her space is wonderful all by itself.
Surprised when he thanks her for the night before, Aerith brings both her hands up, cradling his face as she holds him in a long kiss. "Don't thank me Balthier, I'll always take care of you if you need me to." Because that's what friends did for one another, right?
Reluctant, she pulls away from that embrace, catching his hand to lead him back towards the house. "Besides, if we eat first, we can just take a bath and get right into bed."