[ he bumps his head against that hand, like a affectionate cat. His cheeks are flushed with color and he can feel himself losing all tension. The horror and pain of his death and resurrection and the fights and the near second death are being washed away like blood down the drain. All that’s left is the warmth between them and the delicious pleasure. He gazed up into Balthier’s eyes, loving and trusting. He moves with him, maybe adjusting the speed and angle a little but clearly quite content. ]

Yeah, yes, just like that. Fuck. Thank you.