[ The two of them get closer, as Aerith maneuvers herself and Cloud both. He might be shy — and he is, she's got him dead to rights — but he doesn't show any hesitance in what they're doing. The way his fingers move, taunting Aerith just a little, the way they're so close together their hearts could be leaping out of their chest, beating in sync. ]
[ He tries to hold back a nervous laugh, as she tells him to get on his back. He fails. But it's more amusement than nervousness. ] Okay. Okay.
[ His body withdraws from her, slowly and steadily, as he falls onto the futon slowly. Next to her, bodies unavoidably grazing against each other. Wandering hands as they shift positions. He's pretty sure he has an idea of what Aerith plans on doing, and should she move overtop Cloud to straddle him, she'll find a hand ready to pull her overtop him, able to take in his face, the lines on his body - a muscled chest, hard abs, a slim but muscular frame, enhanced in every way mako could enhance it. His waist tapering off to the cock, refusing to lay down with the rest of it, Cloud's arousal as clear there as it is in the flush on his face, in the racing of his heart. ]
[ One hand may find her hip. The other, definitively, finds her hand. Refusing to let go. It's so funny that Cloud, a man who would shun physical contact so readily, is now drawn to it like a moth to the flame. ]
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[ He tries to hold back a nervous laugh, as she tells him to get on his back. He fails. But it's more amusement than nervousness. ] Okay. Okay.
[ His body withdraws from her, slowly and steadily, as he falls onto the futon slowly. Next to her, bodies unavoidably grazing against each other. Wandering hands as they shift positions. He's pretty sure he has an idea of what Aerith plans on doing, and should she move overtop Cloud to straddle him, she'll find a hand ready to pull her overtop him, able to take in his face, the lines on his body - a muscled chest, hard abs, a slim but muscular frame, enhanced in every way mako could enhance it. His waist tapering off to the cock, refusing to lay down with the rest of it, Cloud's arousal as clear there as it is in the flush on his face, in the racing of his heart. ]
[ One hand may find her hip. The other, definitively, finds her hand. Refusing to let go. It's so funny that Cloud, a man who would shun physical contact so readily, is now drawn to it like a moth to the flame. ]
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