The bed creaked softly beneath them.
Aerith lay on her back, flushed. “Ugh, watching you is torture,” she muttered, cheeks burning. “You better leave something for us, Tifa…”
Yuna was already shifting under the covers, her legs parted just enough, as if to steady herself. “I-It’s hard to stay still…” she whispered, voice trembling. “Please, Tifa… let me have him soon…”
Tifa just smirked, voice low. “When I’m done… if he can still move.”