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[There's a soft sound of surprise before Aerith swallows in reflex, slowing down her strokes so as not to overstimulate him. The way he said her name like that...she could certainly get used to hearing it. It sent a delicious shudder through her as she milked him dry.

Pulling back to give the tip of his cock a playful kiss, she chuckles a little, drunk on the feeling of his pleasure and the warm haze it soaked her in.]

Did I meet with His Grace's approval?

[Clearly she doesn't seem too worried she'd disappointed him from the happy purr in her voice as she presses another kiss to his shaft.]

[It takes a moment to gather his bearings, pressing his forehead against the cool plastic of the fake wall between them and letting his breathing even out.

He can't help but chuckle that escapes his lips when he hears the way her voice comes out more like a pleased purr than anything else when she talks. He carefully slides his softening cock out from the hole. It was good. He was satisfied.]

Mm, I don't know about that. [He laughs though.] It was good. Honestly, a little disappointed this wall is in the way. You sounded like you were enjoying yourself. It makes me wonder what you must have looked like with my cock down your throat.

[His voice dropping a little.] Well, I did say I should return the favor though. You'll let me in once I knock, right? [He is a man true to his word.]

Well, I'll just have to make it up to you next time so you can see it better, then! I can't go leaving his Grace unsatisfied, after all.

[There's a soft sound of effort as she gets to her feet, groaning as she stretches her arms high over her head to get the stiffness out of her limbs. That done she leans in close to the wall, a grin on her face.]

Of course, my door's always open, your Grace.

[She just takes a moment to straighten out her dress and hair as best she can, pleased as a coeurl in a chocobo pen.]

Oh, you didn't leave my unsatisfied at all.

[The sound of his belt as he pull his undergarments and pants back up and makes himself presentable before she hears the door of his changing stall open. There's a polite knock at her door soon after.]

And I'm definitely not going to leave you unsatisfied after you were so good for me.

[She laughs, her voice a little rough around the edges as she goes to unlock the door.]

It was just a little joke—oh!

[She froze, her sun-freckled cheeks still a little flushed as she has to crane her neck to look up at him after finding herself at eye-level with his pectorals. Her hair is an unruly mass of curls that she's clearly attempted to tame into a loose braid without anything to tie it up with, her pale pink sundress surprisingly unrumpled considering what she'd been doing moments before.

Her surprise lasts only for a moment, replaced quickly with a blinding smile.]

So I was right about you being tall, dark, and handsome! Do I win a prize?

[She does step back to give him room to step into the stall with her, but only after giving him a playful curtsey.]

[Wriothesley runs a hand through his hair, it slightly disheveled and some of it sticking to his sweaty forehead. He grins though, his slightly sharper than normal canines peaking.]

You got me.

[He takes a few steps in before he takes a few steps closer and crowds her space.]

Of course you do. Why don't you move clothes off from there and take a seat? I'll reward you greatly for being such a good girl. [A lick of his lips.] I have a promise to uphold after all.

[The glimpse of fangs only serve to make her more interested, the almost feral feeling he gave off now only fueling the blush and her playful grin. As much as she wanted him to bend down enough so she could bury her fingers in his hair (were those wolf ears styled into it?), or how badly she wanted to cuddle up to his warmth the closer he got, she knew it would be more fun to obey.

Especially when he called her a good girl in that tone of voice paired with the wolfish way he licked his lips sends a deliciously warm shiver up her spine.]

His Grace is so generous! Thank you, sir.

[It was quick work to move things out of the way where there were only two of them, but the hanger holding a gauzy pink dress that had already been hung out of the way. Settling into her seat, she smiled up at him as she held out her hands for him to come closer.]

[Wriothesley is smooth in the way that he gets to his knees, a fluid motion as he places his hands on her knees to spread her legs open and slot himself between them. Aerith was lithe and slender compared to the bulkier frame of the boxer, but here he was on his knees for her.]

It isn't generosity, sweetheart. This is earned, so it's your reward. I would not give unless I didn't feel you deserved what I give you...

[Wriothesley is nothing less than thorough though. He starts to press kisses up her leg, inching closer and closer until he's pushing her skirt up as he presses kisses passed her knee and closer to her inner thighs.]

[Even knowing he was serious from the start about returning the favor, Aerith still looks surprised when he spreads her legs to settle between them. Something about the sight almost left her squirming, heat flooding her and leaving her fingertips tingling even before his lips brushed her freckled skin.

Hesitating for only a moment, her hands hover before one settles in his hair, sweeping her fingers through the grey streaks that shot through his dark locks. Though she can't help but to finger the wolfish fluffs with a smile turned lopsided by how she has to bite her lip.]

Still, it doesn't mean I can't say thank you. It's not everyday I get to have this much fun with a handsome guy, after all.

[Even if watching him creep closer to her inner thighs was leaving her insides feeling fluttery. By the time she'd finished sucking him off she'd been practically dripping with how turned on she was and her thighs were still slick from it. Just the feel of his kisses alone was making her nearly feel nervous with anticipation alone.]

So...thank you, your Grace.

[He rests his cheek against her thigh with a quiet sigh, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment as he enjoys the hands in his hair. Honestly, he enjoyed the pleasure of sex, but there was something about the gentle touch of fingers through his hair that satisfied something deep in his chest. It earns Aerith a pleased sound from the man. Like a purr.]

Mm, how can I deny such a darling like yourself?

[His eyes open again and he bites down on the flesh of the inside of her thigh. Not enough to hurt, but definitely hard enough to leave a mark. The bite is quickly soothed by his tongue.]

Don't be thanking me quite yet. [A wolfish grin as he looks up at her, his face so dangerously close to her crotch that she can feel hot breath even through her undergarments.] Then again, you look like you enjoyed yourself quite a bit. So wet and needy for me, are you?

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