[ it is a little fascinating how eager aerith is. he parts his lips dutifully into the kiss, meeting her for that deeper kiss as he thinks it over. the pawing at the waist and back doesn't do too much for him physically because it's hard to feel through the corset, but he's very aware of it. the neck, well. they both know by now he kind of likes that, and as usual there's a little shudder into the kiss as she kneads it.
she's adjusting herself on his lap and he's got a hand on her hip to keep her balanced, fingers splayed out in a tight grab. his other one runs over her back, playing with the seam of her dress. she's pretty in this dress, in a way that's very different from the red one that left him tongue tied, but it's not a bad way. it is especially not a bad way when she's on his lap kissing him like this.
thinking about it he decides that while he's still not into wearing dresses he is into aerith's reaction to him wearing dresses. is that a thing. well, whatever. ]
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she's adjusting herself on his lap and he's got a hand on her hip to keep her balanced, fingers splayed out in a tight grab. his other one runs over her back, playing with the seam of her dress. she's pretty in this dress, in a way that's very different from the red one that left him tongue tied, but it's not a bad way. it is especially not a bad way when she's on his lap kissing him like this.
thinking about it he decides that while he's still not into wearing dresses he is into aerith's reaction to him wearing dresses. is that a thing. well, whatever. ]