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[ His words hit like little jolts of electricity, and when she hears she deserves more Aerith responds with another soft moan, shaking her hair back past her shoulders as she tilts her head, accommodating the press of his lips along her neck.

It would be so easy to lose herself to the motion of his fingers as they tease against her clit - the sensation pulsing through her, sending what has to be every nerve in her body into twitchy fits of growing want is as engrossing as it is gratifying.

He knows her, he touches her like he knows her, and desire aside - there is beauty in being known.

The hand that strokes him slows as Aerith recovers her senses long enough to remember she's got every chance in the world to drive him as out of his mind as he was to her. Keeping the hold she has on his cock tight but gentle, mimicking what she can imagine is the way her body grips him as she tenses and comes around him.

Her movements stay almost leisurely before, as she reaches the base of him she lets her hand quicken again as it moves up once more before it stills, teasing the head of him with the tight press of her palm and the brush of her thumb. ]

I definitely deserve more.

[ Aerith's hips almost curl against his touch as her free hand, reaches across her middle, pressing against his forearm as she tries to lead his touch lower, aware of how slick and hot she's become in anticipation of his touch. ]

[ It's thanks to the brush of her thumb that she'll feel him harden against her hand, utterly compelled by even the slightest of sensations that she conjures. What doesn't help matters, at least for Dick, is Aerith's commitment to a moderate pace, short of giving him the gratification he wants, but just enough that he needs more. All things considered, it's a very welcome frustration. But for all that it threatens to distract, it doesn't entirely. Dick's presence of mind is far too intact, ministering to Aerith's needs with wholly conscious devotion. ]

No kidding.

Won't surprise you to hear that I expect the same.

[ He grits his teeth in anticipation, chuckling softly at his own predicament. Aerith's probably noticed that sometimes, when Dick's either exerting himself greatly to pull off some insane athletic feat, or powering through a fight despite taking a beating, he'll laugh at the challenge he's subjecting himself to. Like he has a sense of a situation's inherent ridiculousness. This occasion's no different, though it's of a context he favors far more. How, after all, can he resent all this extended proximity to Aerith-- the freeing vulnerability between the two of them, who share these precious moments of exposure in the dark? ]

Just not yet.

[ When she leads his touch lower, he happily follows. But only just so, as finally he slips two fingers in... carefully. Lacking in the immediate vigor he's known for, but nonetheless precise in the arching of his fingers - the way they curl deep inside her to stroke at her most sensitive spot within. ]

Because you deserve more, alright.

But I dictate how... and how much.

[ Oh, so he's in an authoritative mood tonight, having almost growled out those last words in her ear. Dick's certainly a man of extremes, with the way he is when taking control and the way he is when giving it being worlds apart. ]

Oh?

[ It's not as assertive as she wants to sound, the word breathed out as one syllable quivering its way into two as her hips rise to meet the press of his fingers when he slips them inside of her. Aerith's breath catches in her throat, the rhythm of her hand momentarily thwarted before it picks back up, becoming a little quicker than before - a reflection of the swiftly budding urgency the press of his fingers had begun to build within and her eagerness to do the same to him. ]

Then how much?

[ The commanding grit to his voice is enough to send shivers through her body, and while she's glad to oblige him - the playful push-pull between them is easy to lean into even as she struggles against the urge to come apart beneath his fingers and the purr of his voice. The breathy laugh that escapes him, and the way she can feel his body tighten as she strokes him, breaking up the pacing of the motions of her hand, slowing down after quickening before stilling completely long enough to brush a fingertip over the tip of his length. ]

Can you be reasoned with?

[ Though she's dazed when she lifts her head to look at him while fighting not to squirm against the maddeningly slow ministrations of his hand, she still gives narrowing her eyes in challenge her level best, leaning close enough that the peaks of her breasts brush over his chest as her eyes search his hungrily. ]

Depends on how convincing you can be.

[ That, of course, is something he leaves up to Aerith. But he's clearly not interested in making it easy, unrelenting in his hand's ministrations. For he doesn't stop at merely curling his fingers against her walls, but persists in sliding them in and out of her slit, filling her and making himself scarce at dizzyingly consistent intervals. Each brief period of his fingers' absence is sure to remind her of what she's missing, only to then return - each lapse leaving its indelible impression inside her. They need only place their hands flat against each other, palm to pal, just to see how much bigger his are... including his fingers. In managing this difference in girth, his pace quickens. He forgoes any hesitation to escalate matters.

Neither does he hesitate to look her in the eye, demonstrate the command he's taking, by leaning in to plant a claiming kiss on the side of her neck. It's while doing so that he pushes in with greater force, fingers pressing hard inside her. His own vigor, despite the visible lack of exertion on his part, is made evident by just how much Aerith's body shifts from the motion. The way, indeed, that the bed beneath them starts to creak. ]

But you know how determined I get.

[ One of the Titans even used to call him "crazy determined" when he put his mind something. Mellowing out in his adulthood hasn't changed that. ]

Besides. I like seeing you this way.

[ It's not the only way he prefers her to be, in bed. But it's definitely a side of her he can't get enough of.

Can't get enough of touching. Can't get enough of rendering so... exposed. Vulnerable to his every kiss, every touch, even despite her attempts to influence him into a similar haze of arousal. And she might well succeed if, again, he wasn't so damn determined. ]

[ If she could focus less on the way every thrust of his fingers makes her want to shudder blissfully and give herself over to that feeling, maybe making a bid to distract him would feel like a simpler task.

Catching the rising urge to cry out, and instead wrestling it down to soft gasps and whimpered moans slipped past pursed lips, she salvages just enough presence of mind to stroke him faster, a reflection of the rising ache and need the hand between her thighs stokes inside her. ]

Dick–

[ That composure and resolve (what there was of it) are shattered as he drives his fingers into her determinedly enough to press her back against the bed, making her thighs twitch and tense as her toes curl against the mattress and his name comes in a ragged, ravenous sob like a warning of how unsustainable that intensity is if he expects her not to fall thoroughly to pieces in a matter of minutes. ]

That's.

[ Words fail and instead her head tips back as his mouth goes to her neck. Her eyes close as she squirms against his hand, hips rocking against his touch even as she tries to remember what it is she's supposed to be doing with herself beyond letting him bowl her over with just how well he knows what buttons to press and the driving enthusiasm he has for doing exactly that. ]

Which way?

[ Because the part of her that's almost dizzy from being the subject of all of Dick's maddeningly intent affection and the relentless way he delivers wants to hear he loves making her come undone like this as much as she loves that they've made a connection strong enough to permit her to do so. ]

[ Must be quite the influence he has, having been able to compel her to forget all about her own hands - what it is she's supposed to be doing to stroke him into his own submission. For now, he seems to have won out in whatever kind of contest just took place between them. Because he sure as hell doubles down over the fact, fingers not merely entering her with greater force. No, Dick ceases his ministrations momentarily to muster a third finger... naturally resuming his incursion with increased collective girth. This, too, after her dazed question. ]

This way.

[ Having her right where he wants her, pliable to his every touch. To his fingers pressing against her walls, utterly filling her now with each forceful push of his arm. He's not even exerting himself completely just yet, but the effects of his actions are clear and distinct in Aerith's expression, so pained by pleasure-- her tortured body language as these sensations continue to spike without mercy. ]

Before you ask... I'm not stopping till you finish.

[ That's the last thing he says because, while sufficiently hovering over her still, he lowers his head to start licking her nearest nipple, to suck on it and its surrounding skin with his tender lips. He's effectively making out with her breast, conscious to show no particular bias as he trades time between both. Though this inevitably divides his concentration, it really doesn't by much. The softening of his fingers' force is utterly negligible, maddening as they remain between Aerith's legs. What meager amount is lost is compensated for, easily, by attention Dick brings above, to her breasts.

Dick's never been known to give up. To give less than 100%. Here he is proving it once more. ]

[ The fire behind that confirmation punctuated by the addition of a third finger on his next press inward, makes Aerith certain Dick will get the reaction he's after in a very short span of time.

Unraveling beneath him her thighs press hard against his hand, not to stop him, but because she just can't help the motion. One hand clasping his shoulder and gripping tightly, as though she's trying to steady herself while her body bows inward, curving against the mattress, breathing in hard, ragged breaths. ]

Dick–

[ This time it's not dressed in a plea so much as it is hinging on vanquished, as aching and heated as the feeling crackling through her body in waves. Whatever that thought was going to become dies before it leaves her lips as his mouth finds her nipple, teasing it as relentlessly as the thrust of his fingers. Aerith's hips quake as she cries out again, her hand moving from his shoulder to the blankets beside her, clutching the fabric as she arches herself toward his hand, hips rocking as her walls go tight around his fingers. ]

Oh.

[ She shivers as she says it, biting back a moan as her upper half twists around to try and hide her face against something, gloriously overwhelmed and trying her best not to make too much noise about it.

Aerith's whole body gives a final, tremulous squirm, gasping for some combination of oxygen and mercy before she all but melts back against the bed, shakily trying to scoot away from him before her heart gives out completely.

She may never let him leave bed early again. ]

[ Bearing witness to the way Aerith unfurls before him, her hips pressing against the force of his hand out of her own desperation, is almost its own reward. There's an undeniable sense of gratification in watching the fruits of his labors firsthand (so to speak), drawing Aerith closer and closer past that ever-coveted edge. Dick doesn't take her quickened breathing, her quivering and writhing under the impositions of all this pleasure, as pleas to stop.

Nor is she doing any sort of pleading. She seems determined instead, fervent in her growing silence to see this through, past her every utterance of his name. Past not only his ministrations below, but also above, mouth and tongue unrelenting as he showers her breasts with meticulous attention. Anything and everything to ascend to the apex of all these sensations, their ultimate culmination... before the falling action. The shivering exclamation of "Oh," as Aerith's body seizes up and writhes against the waves of feeling that befall her.

When she escapes from Dick's embrace to give herself space, she'll find the man unoffended. Instead, pleased. A smug, lopsided grin as he rises to kneel on the bed, looking back at Aerith with utter satisfaction. The full awareness of his effect on her, evident as ever in her current dishevelment. He looks down at his hand, briefly, to appraise the wetness of his fingers, slick from their repeated incursion. But then he finds it better to gaze back at Aerith, to admire the disarray he's left her in. ]

You seemed to enjoy that.

[ Boneless, for all intents and purposes, save for the hand resting on her chest as it rises and falls with the force of her breathing, and her legs still giving the occasional twitch as the raw and wonderful feeling that just paraded through her body ebbs away, Aerith stares, thunderstruck at Dick. ]

You have to–

[ No. Talking isn't going to happen. She lifts her hand and waves weakly, wordlessly asking for another moment before she can be tasked with the arduous business of cohesion once again. Everything might be washed in a rosy, post-climactic patina, with even the blankets twisted beneath her body somehow left feeling softer, but Aerith is very sure she's never seen anything half as beautiful as the grin on Dick's face.

The ache in her chest it stirs is up another reason she can't talk just yet.

There's a final deep breath exhaled with an audibly giggled 'woo' carried along on it before she props herself up on her elbows and beams at him. ]

We're always going to sleep late now.

[ Aerith laughs softly again before she rolls onto her knees as well, still dazed when she wraps an arm around his shoulders and pulls him into an absolutely giddy kiss. ]

[ "Always going to sleep late," she says. That only gives her more of the same grin she's fallen in love with. A smile balancing ironic self-awareness with an unabashed self-confidence. He understands and embraces the silliness, the sweet nothings, of what they often exchange. He understands the balance that all strikes with the weight of their duties. The dangers they both face that makes moments such as these not only more precarious... but more precious. ]

You'll hear no objection from me.

[ Nor for what she does next, grabbing him and pulling him in for another kiss. On his knees, he clambers forward until he's kneeling in front of Aerith, planting one of his hands on the wall behind her, just above the headboard. How many times is he gonna corner her against a wall? It's a difficult thing to grow sick of, to be sure. Especially as Aerith invites him so blissfully into these next kisses. Kisses that become accompanied by caresses, as Dick's free hand ascends Aerith's body. Ghostly touches that begin on her right thigh soon trace the curve of her hip, her side, till finally his hand settles to cup her breast.

Turns out, though, that the hand-on-the-wall thing was a diversion. A lulling of Aerith into this false sense of security that he won't, well...

Plant that same hand on her left thigh.

Slipping its fingers, then, between her legs. Fingertips delicate against her folds once more. ]

But will you object to a Round 2?

[ Dick has two hands, after all. ]

[ All too pleased to pull him into another embrace as he climbs closer to her on the bed, Aerith's breath catches as she feels the familiar warmth and weight of his hand while it travels over her skin, tracing her hip before lifting to her breast. He could touch her a thousand times in a thousand ways and she'd never fully get over the rush of anticipation that never fails to sweep over her every time she feels his hands on her body.

Aerith feels herself flush, heat spilling down her neck and across the curve of her shoulders when Dick lets his hand slip between her thighs again to press against her folds, making her hips jerk as she's caressed, the ragged sensitivity left behind in the wake up of her orgasm sparking over every motion of his hand. ]

Round two?

[ The answer comes in the way she lifts her hips to bring herself closer to his touch, and the way she reaches for him in turn, her arms falling away from around him so that one hand can wrap gently around his length, as the other rests on his cheek, guiding him into another kiss before she speaks low and soft against his mouth. ]

But - just know that if I don't get to feel you inside me soon I'll explode.

[ The hand around him stroking him as she speaks, conveying the gnawing need to have him closer in no uncertain terms. ]

[ And Dick answers the call of her touch, inching his hips closer as her hand encircles him - stroking as she does in both retaliation and reciprocity. While he has the allowance to do so kneeling, his fingers palpate her folds from below with far less hesitation. He ends any delay by slipping them inside, two that return to fill her walls in a scooping motion, each curling to reacquaint their tips with her most sensitive spot within. All this, while his other hand continues fondling her, unwilling to withhold from yet more caresses. From the attentiveness of a thumb that circles her nipple, and a palm applying pressure to the swell of her breast. ]

Ha. Your wish is my command.

[ Last thing he wants is to see her explode. Then again, testing her that way - torturing her - would sure be a wild ride, wouldn't it? But if he's gonna go for more of a marathon than a sprint, best not to deplete Aerith too early, to waste her energy and attention on such frustrations. Which is why, instead, he doubles down on what he's already been building. He approaches from below with considerable vigor, hand thrusting fingers in quicker and quicker, as if to make the apex of such sensations Aerith's slit. The focus, now, is the manner of entry as opposed to its depth.

The way he sees it, there's always time for depth.

So what, then, might variety bring? How might it all cause her to tremble? Because in the same instant, variety causes Dick to seize fondling her, instead clutching the small of her back to hold her steady. To prepare her for more of what he can give. ]

[ Shoulders bowing against the force of the feeling washing through her as he slides his fingers inside of her once again, Aerith bites back a whimper as she ducks her head to kiss his neck, trying to stifle the soft sounds she makes as she feels the exquisite press of his fingers against her walls.

Aware of how precariously close she's coming to falling into the same trap all over again Aerith doubles her efforts to not get swept away by the once fading sensation of her climax being brought back to vivid life with every move of his hand. Determined to turn this around - at least in part - the hand around him tightens, quickening to match the swift, shallow thrusts of his fingers in between pauses where she lets the pad of her thumb tease over the underside of his head.

It's a fight not to let her hips rock as hard as they want to, and Aerith can feel herself tensing, her body leaning towards his in assent as he brings that maddeningly nimble hand away from the sensitive peak of her nipple to her back, holding her there as her heart speeds in anticipation. ]

Dick–

[ His name comes in a hot, jagged whisper against his skin, back arching against his hand while her hand continues to try and give back everything he's giving her in this moment, wanting to make him as breathless as he made her. ]

[ "There's always time for depth," he once thought. Because eventually, all the attention he gives to her slit overstays its welcome. Enough power's been concentrated there, the consistent force of his fingers slipping into and out of her slit, that led Aerith to seize up-- to cede more and more control with every passing moment, despite what she labors desperately to cling to. That desperation can certainly be felt in the urgency of her hand, that strokes Dick into jeopardizing hardness. The kind that would indeed distract...

If he wasn't so focused, and if Aerith wasn't already so beside herself in pleasure that's been building yet again.

Such signs lead Dick to commit, albeit differently, as fingers slip in deeper. Harder. Slower. The force of his hand is punctuated by its powerful thrusts between Aerith's legs, fingers entering relentlessly. Three press against her walls, canvassing every inch that they can as collectively, their tips brush against her most sensitive spot. He offers her no moment to spare, despite her clear intentions to counter with her own ministrations.

He's almost treating this like a duel.

And he's winning. ]

Not to sound like a broken record...

[ As the two continue to kneel in front of each other, Dick watches Aerith with an almost possessive glare. Her body shifts to accommodate his thrusts, pliable to every motion of his hand. She crumbles, she folds, she seizes up... putty in his hands all the same. It's a wonder she hasn't collapsed on the bed yet, but Dick's learned a thing or two about patience. ]

...but I'm not stopping till you come.

[ Before Aerith can repeat Dick's name again, engrossed as she in the haze of her own lust, he pulls her in to trap her lips in a deep kiss. For all he cares, she can mutter his name while he continues to smother her with a languid kiss, lips pressing firmly - sloppily - against lips. All the while, the hand once on the small of her back cradles the back of her neck instead.

All to hold her close as he brings her closer. ]

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[ As he swiftly changes his approach, driving three fingers into her and giving her the depth she hadn't let her hips chase after Aerith's body tenses, her hand tightening stubbornly around his cock as she hides her head against his neck and whimpers before stroking him faster.

She knows he knows what he's doing, and when she lifts her head to meet his eye, breathlessly taking in the expression on his face through the haze of her desire. It's obvious how swiftly she's coming undone - the ragged pitch of her breathing and the way her breasts rise and fall from the effort of it, the way she's tightening around his fingers as he curls them inside her, the way the hand around his length quickens, moving with the urgency that seems to pulse through her veins.

Shuddering against him when Dick tells her what it's going to take for him to stop, she meets that kiss hungrily, her lips parted as her tongue slips against his, hips rocking against his hand as lets her own pause around the head of his cock, thumb circling as she fights how distracted every cell in her body wants to be by the orgasm beginning to crackle its way through her.

Aerith's hand stays around him, though her hand slows as her back arches, giving him the victory he's so determinedly driven out of her. Breathlessly she presses herself against him, trembling as she moans against his mouth, her arm wrapped tight around his shoulders, pulling him to her as her hips judder erratically against his hand, staying on her knees even as she sinks against him, momentarily lost to the unfurling bliss of her climax. ]

You know–

[ Did she? If she did she didn't bother finishing that thought and sharing, her mouth claiming his again instead. Smothering another cry against his lips her thighs twitch as she squirms against his hand, the last ripples of her release hinging on overwhelming. ]

[ Her own efforts don't go unnoticed. Unfelt. Despite Dick's commitment to pummelaway inside her, fingers filling and pressing against her walls, Aerith begins to rival him in the sensations she imposes with her every touch. The quickening speed and sensible consistency of her ministrations lead him to harden in her hand, for his cock to grow to its peak the longer she commands its attention with every stroke. It might not be enough to beat him if this were a race, but Aerith clearly shouldn't underestimate her effect on Dick. On the way she's starting to make him struggle to stay on top.

Between kisses, he only grits his teeth with a devious grin at the challenge. At the effort to keep the control he's already claimed, that he continues claiming as Aerith proves restless against him. As the efforts of her hand deaden, slowed by the force and vigor with which he still fingers her. It's as Aerith seizes up with greater finality, arching her back and trembling as finally, she ascends to her peak, that Dick smothers her in another claiming kiss, giving her something to moan against the cresting wave descends. His hand doesn't stop, fingers only slowing in their encroachments once she's past that peak-- once the falling action begins, and Dick can soon relinquish his hand from between her legs. ]

–I know you should lie down.

[ Because Aerith's still kneeling, Dick gently pushes her stomach to encourage her to lie down. Whatever she decides, Dick collapses on the bed next to her, a pillow beneath his head as he lies sideways to face her. She probably worked up a sweat, mired as she is in her own exhausting from the receiving end of all that... but Dick's almost no different, visibly spent. As if indeed, he'd wanted nothing more than to collapse on the bed like he did just now. ]

You look like you just went through a lot.

Wonder why?

[ And of course, he's as insufferable about it as ever. ]

[ A sensible person would have obliged the little nudge to her midsection and laid down instead of staying on her knees, processing the ebbing roar pulsing through her body, leaving her nerves frayed and the muscles of her thighs aching from the way she'd tensed up around his hand.

But, she had said. ]

Dick!

[ Exhaling in a satisfied, but very exasperated woosh of air Aerith turns to stare at him in shock before she launches herself at him, not bothering to take the reprieve that she really should have if she doesn't want to drive herself further to distraction.

She climbs over him, pushing him back against the bed before she straddles his hips and brings herself down to press insistently against his cock, rocking her hips as she teases them both, letting him feel how hot and slick he's made her. ]

Come here, please.

[ Still too close on the heels of her last climax to not be tight around him when he finally grants this request and gives her what she's said she'll explode without, Aerith pushes aside the awareness that at this moment she's orchestrating her own downfall, too focused on giving him what he's generously lavished on her in return. ]

[ Oh, what? What a twist Dick absolutely wasn't expecting. Because who knew after all that buildup, all that frustration, finally released by the flourish of Dick's own handiwork, Aerith would suddenly want to mount him like this? Who knew that being the recipient of a pleasure Dick's uniquely suited to give, that he's exercised to run circles around Aerith in her own attempts to dishevel him, would drive her to this sort of vengeance? A thirst for retaliation, indeed, that only the best kinds of pleasure seem to compel.

A thirst Aerith clearly intends to sate, the moment she climbs him. Forget any moment's rest, any notion of post-coital recovery. Aerith wants what's rightfully hers, and Dick watches as she takes it, slit slick with the results of her own orgasm as she grinds it against Dick's shaft - against what's already been hardened by her own efforts to please him, to distract him, and perhaps now win round two of their little contest. She won't hear him object to it, then, as he only grins in eager acceptance of his current predicament. In acceptance of the way she takes command of her own pleasure, expresses her want for more of it. ]

What are you waiting for, then?

Guide me in.

[ Look at him. He's far from finished. Far from done testing himself in their battle of wills. ]

[ He asks her what she's waiting for but the best response she can muster is a very huffy sounding jumble of sound, a few almost words, that with a little care might have taken actual shape. It's a small matter - she's past the point of quips, and, unfortunately, foresight.

Letting a hand slip between their bodies she lifts her hips enough to press him against her entrance before she sinks onto him quickly. It would have been assertive had it not been for the way her hips buck as the lingering remnants of her climax resurrect themselves with an overwhelming quickness. The heat of her body's almost feverish around him, wet and maddeningly tense. For a moment Aerith stays still, trying to adjust as she rests her hands against his middle, giving herself some purchase before she lifts her hips before bringing them down again, making herself cry out. ]

You're.

[ It's a feat to speak, her voice is soft and high, warm with affection and the pleasure she's overwhelming herself with. ]

Impossible.

[ Truly, he can't forget how sensitive she still is, try as she might to ever conceal that fact. That doesn't seem to be her biggest priority, as the quivering her own body reveals the futility of such an effort. Between the two of them, there's no hiding Dick's lingering effect on her, the damage dealt that's left her body so pliable to the slightest... touch. The slightest sensation. A sign, to be sure, of a job well done. But as Aerith mounts him, slit accommodating his girth as her body descends upon him, one thing becomes clear.

The job isn't over yet.

And Dick's way of acknowledging that fact is to buck up. For his hips to lift the entirety of Aerith's weight, her body, as he fills her with a single intense motion. The sliding of him, in the entirety of his shaft, against her walls only repeats itself. He only continues to buck up, to watch Aerith rise and fall astride him, as if he's the one steering the course. In his own smugness, he reclines into his arms folded behind his head, like the entire endeavor's just some form of relaxation for him. Aerith riding him, struggling as she does to maintain her own composure, has become his entertainment. ]

And I'm only gonna continue to be.

[ Impossible, that is. ]

Just watch.

[ Straddling him and with nothing to stifle the sound against, there's no concealing the ragged whimper that escapes her when he lifts his hips and drives into her roughly, making her grab onto his sides as she all but bounces against him.

He didn't have to tell her that he isn't going to stop being impossible - she knows. She might be faltering as she tries to ride him but it's not her first rodeo.

Dick is devious and fastidiously intent when he's got the upper hand, and while it's a losing battle - her thighs already clenched tight against his hips as every determined thrust up makes her want to shudder and collapse against his chest in a breathless, aching heap - Aerith is going to figure out a way to make this work.

Maybe.

Breasts rising and falling rapidly from the force of his thrusts and the ravenous rhythm of her breaths Aerith leans back, her hips rocking against his, meeting the press of his body even though she knew the motion wasn't sustainable. One hand tenses on his side, doing what she can to ensure she can keep her balance and sustain this before she lets her other hand move between their bodies, circling the base of his cock and squeezing lightly between thrusts. ]

I want to make you come, you beast!

[ Her words are passionate and exasperated, and far too breathless to have any real weight to them.

As problems go, she can't think of a better one to have.

Still, he is impossible. ]

[ Under all this pressure, how long can he really hold out? With Aerith practically torturing herself on top of him, ministering sensation after sensation to his cock with every fall of her hips, Dick's options for holding out are slimming. He can only buck up some more against her all-encompassing walls, tightly enclosed around the encroachments of his girth, every thrust more invigorating than the last. It's with such gentle friction, and a well-coordinated consistency they both manage, that Aerith's bound to witness some changes.

Subtle, minute ones at first. Like Dick shuddering softly under her weight, pecs and abdomen tensing (basically whatever she's fondling at a given moment), as the rest of him follows suit - arrested as he is by the rising tide of pleasure that Aerith has caused. Enough of it builds to the point that Dick, well before he even realizes it, bucks up in increased yearning for more of that escalating feeling when they collide... where they collide. From beneath Aerith, he tries to be more precise with every thrust of his cock, seeking the best angle to extract more and more of that desired pleasure. Aerith's bound to watch him get carried away with this, lost in the forming haze of his own arousal, utterly wandering in it. ]

Can't fault you for knowing what you want... I really like that.

[ It's a miracle he's articulate enough to find the words, amidst everything. But any semblance of composure is cut short by the suddenness in which Dick clasps Aerith's hips, pushing so as to goad her to bounce off-- as just then, he frees her cock from between her legs, exclaiming all the while. ]

There-- I'm, I'm coming...!

[ Words he struggles to get out past his own pants and moans, suppressed as they already are by pained grunts - a bizarre need to keep himself quiet, despite no one else in earshot. When it comes to his vigilante ways of maintaining stealth, old habits die hard. What's no longer so hard is what's left of him after release, the array now on Aerith's thighs save for what's landed on his stomach. Collapsed on the bed once more - in what's certainly a familiar sight - Dick can only look on at Aerith a tad bashfully. Like he's struggling to decide how embarrassed he should be... when he's already all too impressed. ]

...Looks like you got your wish. You really know how to assert your authority, don't you?

[ Once she senses that his composure is unraveling Aerith makes a concerted effort to try and ignore the pleasure that seemed to sear its way through her, running her hands over his chest as she rolls her hips hard against him, urging him on even as she pushes herself well past the brink.

A breather would have been the smart thing.

Instead another climax shudders its way through her, making her hips judder as she works to fastidiously continue moving against him in spite of the way her body tightens up all over again, squeezing tightly around his cock before he pulls back to come.

Her hand wraps around his length, stroking him through his orgasm before she too has no choice but to join him in collapsing.

Flushed and grinning widely from ear to ear Aerith slides off his hips to sprawl beside him on the bed, breathing hard as she manages a little laugh in response. ]

I–

[ Thwarted by her own breathlessness she holds up a hand, wordlessly asking for a moment before finishing her thought. ]

Don't think my legs work anymore.

[ Such fortuitous timing only elevates Dick's relief, content now to see that Aerith hasn't been left out of a climax to call her own. Between the two of them unraveling in their respective ways, each presenting the sight of a 'job well done' to the other, the fruits of collaboration become unmistakable. Here, now, with a quivering Aerith who clambers down to his side, Dick can only turn to kiss her forehead as a reward. It's gratifying, after all the energy expended at the height of their intimacy, to simply melt into each other - to cuddle and relish in each other's warmth, satisfied to have nothing more.

Dick's only resolute on that until he hears Aerith's words, words that give him some insidious ideas... and compel him to change tracks a bit. To plant a hand right between Aerith's legs, insinuating intent but not necessarily action. A nonverbal suggestion or promise, not helped by the wily expression he suddenly wears. ]

I know you just came.

Again.

[ Doesn't help matters that two fingers already stroke her folds. Dick himself isn't sure how much of this is just teasing versus how much of this he actually wants to commit to. It's in this sense that he's gauging Aerith's mood, what it is she feels like doing. ]

But I can think of a way to resuscitate your lower extremities.

[ Seems the idea he truly commits to is just the teasing, because he quickly relinquishes his hand, holding her instead in a snug embrace. ]

And by that, I mean falling asleep in each other's arms.

[ Jolting as though he'd touched her with something electrified Aerith's hands wrap around his wrist tightly, not quite pulling him away but definitely trying to slow his advance as her ass presses back against the bed beneath her as she tries to evade the gentle pressure of his fingers as they skim over her still slick folds. The contact making her shiver as already overloaded nerve endings jangle back to life, instantly overwhelming. ]

Whaoonuuhhergoh!

[ Not only is it not words, it's many not-words, all tripping over themselves as they're breathed out on a squeaky, flummoxed gust of air.

It's not that she's against the idea, she's just going to need a minute or ten, and a cold bath.

And maybe some dinner. ]

Now who's insatiable!

[ Even though she doesn't want them to, her thighs still give a little twitch as he lifts his hand away, leaving her flushed but laughing softly in exasperation, the sudden influx of alarm bells ringing through her body quieting as he wraps her up in his arms instead. ]

A monster– [ She affirms gravely even as she tilts her head up to press kisses along his neck before her teeth lightly catch the lobe of his ear before she whispers her final assessment. ]

A fiend.

[ She should stop now, she knows, and the cozy way Aerith lets herself settle against him suggests that she's absolutely going to stop now before she gets caught up in cajoling him and ends up overwhelmed and twitching beside him all over again, but, she can't help the way she lifts her head to flash him an adoring, but very impertinent smile. ]

Your monster, your fiend. And don't you forget it.

[ Of course, he's made it very difficult to. Conversely, he's gonna have a hard time forgetting all these silly noises she makes... much to his own amusement. ]

Though I really do think the next thing we need to sate is sleep.

[ Because now that they've completed another round, and despite the fact Dick was just teasing for more, he can't fight the weariness of exhaustion that's started to encumber him. With eyes heavier now that he's collapsed beside Aerith on the bed, her warmth and proximity don't help matters. The softness of her body, the closeness with which they hold each other in an embrace, point to an ever-increasing ease, as if a night's end to their efforts, their pleasures, is making itself known. ]

...You did well, y'know. Took it all like a champ.

[ Like he'd go down without a bit of a play-by-play. ]

Another round's definitely not out of the question, but I don't know.

I really like this, too.

[ Continuing to hold Aerith, that is. To then roll, back flat on the bed, and allow Aerith to settle against him yet more. To invite her, in fact, to kiss more off his neck, his ear, as she so desires. He opens himself up as her canvas this way, to bathe in her affections and sweet nothings as the late hours lose coherence, and their tired minds give way to dreams. Though no dream can compare, in Dick's mind, to the oe he's living beside Aerith. To this corner of the world he's managed to carve out despite everything he's been through, everything he's survived.

He was already lucky enough to live a life free from want, though it cost him his parents' lives. So he wonders, sometimes, what he's done to deserve this.

Guess he's done enough to be the person Aerith can look at with such bright, trusting eyes. To be the one she holds so dearly, in her own protection, with the scars she's labored to heal in the past.

He aspires, beneath all the frivolities of their recent tryst, to continue being the person Aerith regards so highly. The person deserving of her love and trust. ]

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