[ she's pretty when she's needy, is what he's thinking, fully captivated by the wet heat around his fingers. the way she's clinging and rocking against him. he doesn't move his hand too much at first, pressing against her walls as he pushes in before pulling back, a gentle and steady rhythm of push and pull as he looks at her.
he is so focused on what he's doing he is not paying attention when aerith's hand slips under his dress until it's brushing against himself. i have to contend with the fact idk what underwear he has on. whatever she would've given him. horrid. cloud is not thinking about that, though, a surprised little moaned ah from the touch. yeah. yeah, it's for her, and he's stuck with want just as much as there's a sudden burst of shyness. ]
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he is so focused on what he's doing he is not paying attention when aerith's hand slips under his dress until it's brushing against himself. i have to contend with the fact idk what underwear he has on. whatever she would've given him. horrid. cloud is not thinking about that, though, a surprised little moaned ah from the touch. yeah. yeah, it's for her, and he's stuck with want just as much as there's a sudden burst of shyness. ]
...Aerith. [ he breathes it out ]