[ There's a part of him outside himself that can't entirely believe what's happening. A part, however small, that hasn't been obliterated by the feeling of Aerith's mouth on him. Her fingers digging into his skin as she takes in his hot, needy cock. Cloud isn't the most vocal of men, even at the best of times, but even men who aren't vocal have their limits - a barely-perceptible tightening of his grip in Aerith's hair and low noises that catch in his throat. ]
[ When she goes deep, takes as much of him as she can, those noises finally find their way out of his mouth - a high-pitched cry, as his head snaps backward against the wall and his eyes screw shut. His whole body tenses for a brief moment - but Aerith moves off his dick before he can feel remotely like he's about to crest over the edge - though Aerith's teasing drag of her tongue along his cock causes shivers up and down his spine. She asks him again, and his lust-clouded eyes meet hers, struggling to put the words together. ]
I want... to love you. To- to make love to you. Aerith.
[ He has to force those words out. Not because he doesn't mean them - the desire behind them is sincere, if addled by lust (and perhaps a bit of outer influence). But because it feels like yet another threshold that would feel so impossible to cross. Inside his own mind he can't help but make it want to feel romantic, even if they both know the real word that they're both thinking of. ]
To feel... what I just felt. What I am feeling.
[ He doesn't know what he's saying anymore, but he feels like somewhere in the mess of those confessions is what he wants to say. It's so impossible to convey in this moment, now that they're here. Something that feels so overwhelming expressed with a few simple words. ]
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[ When she goes deep, takes as much of him as she can, those noises finally find their way out of his mouth - a high-pitched cry, as his head snaps backward against the wall and his eyes screw shut. His whole body tenses for a brief moment - but Aerith moves off his dick before he can feel remotely like he's about to crest over the edge - though Aerith's teasing drag of her tongue along his cock causes shivers up and down his spine. She asks him again, and his lust-clouded eyes meet hers, struggling to put the words together. ]
I want... to love you. To- to make love to you. Aerith.
[ He has to force those words out. Not because he doesn't mean them - the desire behind them is sincere, if addled by lust (and perhaps a bit of outer influence). But because it feels like yet another threshold that would feel so impossible to cross. Inside his own mind he can't help but make it want to feel romantic, even if they both know the real word that they're both thinking of. ]
To feel... what I just felt. What I am feeling.
[ He doesn't know what he's saying anymore, but he feels like somewhere in the mess of those confessions is what he wants to say. It's so impossible to convey in this moment, now that they're here. Something that feels so overwhelming expressed with a few simple words. ]