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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Date: 2022-11-20 09:06 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2022-11-20 09:20 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2022-11-20 10:29 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2022-11-20 11:05 pm (UTC)"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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Date: 2022-11-20 11:24 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2022-11-21 12:11 am (UTC)"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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Date: 2022-11-21 12:27 am (UTC)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."