Aerith's hands go to his hips, her grip briefly tightening as she laughs quietly against his skin at that request. Last time, in the closet, she had been so caught up in doing what he asked, she worried in the aftermath over whether or not she had taken things too far, expressing things better left unexpressed, even without words.
This time she doesn't hesitate when she raises her head and kisses him hard, one of her hands moving down the front of his trousers, pulling them open before she can reach past and wrap her hand around his cock. The sensation of him hard and warm against her hand, feds into the ache between her thighs, and she leans in enough to nudge him back towards the bed, leading him while her hand works up and down the length of his cock at the same time.
"I should really be on top of you to explain myself better."
Her laugh is positively heady, and he doesn't try to suppress the deeply wanting moan her kiss and roving hand pull from him. Her pushiness sends heat through him, happy to obey as she steers him back, even as he kisses her back hard, plucking at the strings of her garment to try to distract her.
Her offer nearly makes him lose his balance, the want of it so much greater than he'd anticipated.
"I am amenable to this arrangement," he agrees. He waits til the mattresses hit the backs of his legs, then he pulls her down with him, still kissing her hard as one of his hands massages her breast. "I want you--" he gasps between kisses. "Riding me--until we're both speechless--" He releases her only so she can sit up and position herself, cock rigid and high with want of her around him. And lord do his eyes rove over her, so into this ensemble, so wild with seeing her on top of him and ready to take him.
One hand comes to clasp her face, softness crossing his hungry features. "You are a wonder, my Aerith." His. Hers.
Aerith releases the gentle grasp she's kept on his cock the whole way back towards the edge of the bed, her arms sliding around his body as he pulls her onto the blankets with him, turning her head this way and that to press kisses against any available patch of his skin she can reach.
"My Balthier," she echoes, a very happy-sounding touch of emphasis on the first word that she wouldn't have dared use before their talk about where things stood between them. Lifting her chin she bumps the bridge of his nose against hers before her mouth finds his again, capturing it in another long, heated kiss. Her thighs squeeze against his hips as she lifts herself enough to guide his cock to her entrance.
Her free hand finds one of his, guiding it to her breast, a sharp moan escaping her as she wastes no time sinking onto his cock. Most days it's fun for both of them when she draws it out, teasingly letting him feel the slickness gathered at her center, but today she's ravenous for closeness, and that hunger is reflected in the way she rocks her hips against him, driving him deeper into her every time she moves.
Crying out from the blissful feel of it, she breaks their kiss off to catch her breath, her eyes half-closed, drinking in the sight of him. "Balthier, I–"
They've aired their feelings before this, of course, but it still gives him thrill to hear her call him hers, and so smugly. He's grinning against her kisses, her sweet little bump on his nose, and when he feels her brush against his cock, he whimpers with want.
His hand goes obligingly to her breast, the other coming to join it, kneading the flesh slow and deep as he stares up at her unbelievably radiant presence. She's not the only one blowing past teasing, and he certainly isn't helping with the way he chases her moans, groaning in time with her as she rocks against him, his hips canting to meet her. "Gods I like you riding me--"
And he's met with kisses, with her beautiful cries, until she drunkenly pulls back. He can't help but cradle her face, adoration glowing from his. But his heart skips a beat with the way she bite off whatever she was going to say.
"Hold onto to me," he says, and making sure he's secure, he scoots them both back, moving a few pillows so he can lean against the wall, their faces together and her still in his lap. He curls forward to kiss against her neck, one hand tangling in her hair and the other pushing her lower back harder against him as he rocks up into her. "You have me," he says between kisses. "Entirely. I am yours."
Butterflies flit through him at admitting that, the possessiveness of that day with the fruit hardly a stretch for how he felt. And now he had her, because she wanted him back.
She tightens her arms around him. Aerith's eyes widen briefly in confusion when he begins to move before she does her best to shift to a sitting posture against the wall, still holding her close, still buried inside her. She rocks her hips again, moving with the hand he settles firmly on her back, driving herself onto him hungrily.
It's ironic how similar this feels to before they talked when she didn't know what she could and couldn't say. The word lingers on the tip of her tongue, threatening to fumble its way to freedom as she drinks in everything he says, her heart thudding hard as he affirms how much she means to him. The only one being cautious here is her, the person who, less than a year ago threw down against fate to make a better future.
It's a weighty thing to have hit her at a time like this.
Her thighs go tense against his hips, his cock drawn to the hilt as she presses her body against his, bringing both hands up to cradle the sides of his face. Aerith's eyes fix on Balthier's, her shoulders rising and falling as she works to catch her breath. She should be more careful with such an uncertain future, but with nothing about anything guaranteed, and every moment with him more precious than the last–
For a moment he thinks somehow he's done something wrong. Aerith's energy changes, a tension in it he can't place. Except she's still rocking against him, and he's rising to meet her, clutching her too him as tight as he can without limiting her movement, and some part of his mind is screaming to stop because he doesn't want this to end and for her to go away.
Except she won't. They live together. They're doing this. They're--
She goes rigid against him, and its barely a second before he does too, hands digging into her as white hot release makes his whole body feel like an exploding star. He wants to pull her down into the blankets with him, wrap around her and never let her go, but before he can move to do that, she's caught his face in both hands, staring at him so seriously.
I love you.
He stares at her for half a second, and then he launches at her, kissing her so hard their teeth bump lightly. The force of his enthusiasm knocks her onto her back, and he fumbles to free her legs from being pinned. He's grinning something stupid when he pulls away though, and there's no denying the wetness bright on his cheeks. He'd known, in his heart, that she loved him, but he hadn't expected to hear her say it. Never would have pushed it.
It won't be easy. He knows that. Knows he's going to live with the fear of losing her, or leaving her, every day in this forsaken place. But it doesn't matter. He's fought impossible odds for less important gains, and gods she's worth it.
He nuzzles his hose against hers, the weight of his body blanketing her like he can shield them both from the fates. "I love you, too, Aerith."
The way he practically comes to life when she says it and finally comes clean about what she knows has been the truth for a long time makes tears spring up in her eyes unexpectedly, laughing even as a few fall down her cheeks.
"Balthier!" Still reeling from her orgasm, the overjoyed way they both fall back, him covering her makes her heart feel too big for her ribcage all over again, the hands on his cheeks holding him to that kiss even as she twists underneath him to free her legs.
Aerith beams at him, her fingers brushing the sides of his face as he turns the word back around on her, making her sniffle before she leans in to kiss him again. "So, so much."
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Date: 2023-02-09 04:14 am (UTC)This time she doesn't hesitate when she raises her head and kisses him hard, one of her hands moving down the front of his trousers, pulling them open before she can reach past and wrap her hand around his cock. The sensation of him hard and warm against her hand, feds into the ache between her thighs, and she leans in enough to nudge him back towards the bed, leading him while her hand works up and down the length of his cock at the same time.
"I should really be on top of you to explain myself better."
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Date: 2023-02-09 09:22 pm (UTC)Her offer nearly makes him lose his balance, the want of it so much greater than he'd anticipated.
"I am amenable to this arrangement," he agrees. He waits til the mattresses hit the backs of his legs, then he pulls her down with him, still kissing her hard as one of his hands massages her breast. "I want you--" he gasps between kisses. "Riding me--until we're both speechless--" He releases her only so she can sit up and position herself, cock rigid and high with want of her around him. And lord do his eyes rove over her, so into this ensemble, so wild with seeing her on top of him and ready to take him.
One hand comes to clasp her face, softness crossing his hungry features. "You are a wonder, my Aerith." His. Hers.
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Date: 2023-02-09 10:53 pm (UTC)"My Balthier," she echoes, a very happy-sounding touch of emphasis on the first word that she wouldn't have dared use before their talk about where things stood between them. Lifting her chin she bumps the bridge of his nose against hers before her mouth finds his again, capturing it in another long, heated kiss. Her thighs squeeze against his hips as she lifts herself enough to guide his cock to her entrance.
Her free hand finds one of his, guiding it to her breast, a sharp moan escaping her as she wastes no time sinking onto his cock. Most days it's fun for both of them when she draws it out, teasingly letting him feel the slickness gathered at her center, but today she's ravenous for closeness, and that hunger is reflected in the way she rocks her hips against him, driving him deeper into her every time she moves.
Crying out from the blissful feel of it, she breaks their kiss off to catch her breath, her eyes half-closed, drinking in the sight of him. "Balthier, I–"
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Date: 2023-02-10 12:40 am (UTC)His hand goes obligingly to her breast, the other coming to join it, kneading the flesh slow and deep as he stares up at her unbelievably radiant presence. She's not the only one blowing past teasing, and he certainly isn't helping with the way he chases her moans, groaning in time with her as she rocks against him, his hips canting to meet her. "Gods I like you riding me--"
And he's met with kisses, with her beautiful cries, until she drunkenly pulls back. He can't help but cradle her face, adoration glowing from his. But his heart skips a beat with the way she bite off whatever she was going to say.
"Hold onto to me," he says, and making sure he's secure, he scoots them both back, moving a few pillows so he can lean against the wall, their faces together and her still in his lap. He curls forward to kiss against her neck, one hand tangling in her hair and the other pushing her lower back harder against him as he rocks up into her. "You have me," he says between kisses. "Entirely. I am yours."
Butterflies flit through him at admitting that, the possessiveness of that day with the fruit hardly a stretch for how he felt. And now he had her, because she wanted him back.
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Date: 2023-02-10 02:23 am (UTC)It's ironic how similar this feels to before they talked when she didn't know what she could and couldn't say. The word lingers on the tip of her tongue, threatening to fumble its way to freedom as she drinks in everything he says, her heart thudding hard as he affirms how much she means to him. The only one being cautious here is her, the person who, less than a year ago threw down against fate to make a better future.
It's a weighty thing to have hit her at a time like this.
Her thighs go tense against his hips, his cock drawn to the hilt as she presses her body against his, bringing both hands up to cradle the sides of his face. Aerith's eyes fix on Balthier's, her shoulders rising and falling as she works to catch her breath. She should be more careful with such an uncertain future, but with nothing about anything guaranteed, and every moment with him more precious than the last–
"I love you."
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Date: 2023-02-10 02:48 am (UTC)Except she won't. They live together. They're doing this. They're--
She goes rigid against him, and its barely a second before he does too, hands digging into her as white hot release makes his whole body feel like an exploding star. He wants to pull her down into the blankets with him, wrap around her and never let her go, but before he can move to do that, she's caught his face in both hands, staring at him so seriously.
I love you.
He stares at her for half a second, and then he launches at her, kissing her so hard their teeth bump lightly. The force of his enthusiasm knocks her onto her back, and he fumbles to free her legs from being pinned. He's grinning something stupid when he pulls away though, and there's no denying the wetness bright on his cheeks. He'd known, in his heart, that she loved him, but he hadn't expected to hear her say it. Never would have pushed it.
It won't be easy. He knows that. Knows he's going to live with the fear of losing her, or leaving her, every day in this forsaken place. But it doesn't matter. He's fought impossible odds for less important gains, and gods she's worth it.
He nuzzles his hose against hers, the weight of his body blanketing her like he can shield them both from the fates. "I love you, too, Aerith."
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Date: 2023-02-10 03:16 am (UTC)"Balthier!" Still reeling from her orgasm, the overjoyed way they both fall back, him covering her makes her heart feel too big for her ribcage all over again, the hands on his cheeks holding him to that kiss even as she twists underneath him to free her legs.
Aerith beams at him, her fingers brushing the sides of his face as he turns the word back around on her, making her sniffle before she leans in to kiss him again. "So, so much."