[ aerith sits at the edge of the bed; tseng comes around it to stand in front of her, studying her expression. there's no distress in it that he can see, no apprehension, but aerith has always been good at hiding her worries under layers of good cheer, so tseng isn't sure he would know if she was feeling any kind of way about their circumstances. ]

I think, [ tseng says slowly, ] that you may be underestimating how enjoyable it is for me to make my partners feel pleasure.

[ of course they'd never have had cause to talk about this back in midgar—tseng would sooner die than discuss his sexual tastes with the woman to whom he'd been assigned keeper by the company, and he didn't think that aerith would much care to hear them regardless. it's a little odd to be having this conversation now, but at least in the context of this place it's reasonable that they do.

so, tseng steels himself a little and admits, ] It doesn't have to be all we do, but... I would like to use it on you, if that's all right.

[ maybe that and his fingers. maybe that and his cock, if she's in the mood, although tseng isn't going to be the one to suggest that aloud. either way, making her feel good is genuinely enjoyable for tseng too, and the prospect of using a toy on aerith until she comes is... honestly, enough to have him a little hot under the collar. ]