[Balthier is out of his damn mind. His overactive hands squeeze the sheets and he squirms in little pulses, his cock pinned underneath him rubbing juuust slightly on satin. Belly down getting his back worshipped isn't something he can rush, but Ed can feel Balthier's restless, eager energy brimming under his hot, damp skin. He takes a deep, shuddered breath when he feels the cool brandy finally finally poured on him.]