[fine! fine. His hands are already slick with oil and he hasn't gotten to do this yet, he wants to enjoy this. He rubs his other hand on Ed's thigh, and catches his breath while he teases Ed open with the pads of his fingers.]
[ Ed isn’t the turbo-slut Balthier is, it’ll take a little work. But he has relaxed significantly from the hair combing and the massage. He leans back with a sigh and smiles up at him- warmly, if a little thin. ]
Cant say I mind the view either. Fuck, you’re fucking beautiful.
[Balthier gladly flushes from the praise and pushes his fingers deep inside of Edward, slowly and gently working him loose while he strokes his cock in his other hand. Really taking his time to appreciate the the soft heat, the details.]
You have the most wonderful eyes, have I told you that?
Alright. [Balthier tugs on Ed's lower lip gently with his teeth, and quickly climbs on top of him. He thrusts, and sighs loudly as he easily sinks fully inside Edward.]
Good. [he echoes, feeling drunk on Edward like this. He braces himself so he can bury a hand in Ed's splayed hair, almost holding the back of Ed's neck. He's slow and focused, adjusting inside of Ed's body and watching and feeling Ed's movements so he can answer them properly.]
[ 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. ]
[Balthier groans, which melts into a breathy laugh. He's deeply, powerfully enthralled, and Balthier's heart panics in his chest. He strokes Ed's flank as their gentle rut finds a rhythm.]
[ Ed kisses back slowly, his breath now coming in barely-controlled shudders. The cold of blood loss has been fully replaced with heat, heat, heat. He holds onto Balthier’s shoulders, he brings a hand around the back of Balthier’s neck. Not yanking or grabbing or controlling, just tender, desperate encouragement. ]
[Balthier's breathing shakes. Their pace builds together until it's a deep, smooth piston. Balthier slows or stops here and there, whenever he feels too frantic. It's so easy to draw almost completely out of Edward's body and slide right back in with a tight velvety slap, and Balthier is dripping sweat as it goes on and on.]
[ And Ed does want it going on and on. He’s got good core strength and stamina for an old man, rising to meet Balthier’s thrusts again and again. Finally, finally, the stutter of the breathing is picking up pace, his moans and groans raising in pitch. ]
[ His arms snake around Balthier, and he pulls himself up, or Balthier down, but whatever the case their bodies are pressed together as he starts to come. ]
[Balthier feels him come between their bellies, closes his eyes, and is pulled along with Edward in moments, coming inside him and gasping into his throat.]
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Deeply fucked.
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[fine! fine. His hands are already slick with oil and he hasn't gotten to do this yet, he wants to enjoy this. He rubs his other hand on Ed's thigh, and catches his breath while he teases Ed open with the pads of his fingers.]
At least this way, I can see you.
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Cant say I mind the view either. Fuck, you’re fucking beautiful.
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You have the most wonderful eyes, have I told you that?
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He hums, smiles almost little shyly up at him. ]
It’s come up.
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You're beautiful, Edward. You're stunning. It warms me to even look at you.
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You . . . Really think so? Yeah, you do, don’t you?
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How have you not grown weary of such claims? Fuck all the men in your life. You're mine now.
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Could- . . . could if you’re ready.
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Fuck, man, that’s good. That’s good.
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Yeah, yes, just like that. Fuck. Thank you.
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Too long you've endured without.
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And then he left. ]
Just barely, man. Just barely.
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Please, please, like that-
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Fuck- Strahl- n-not long-
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I'll get you there Captain. I'll get you there. Fuck, beautiful.
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