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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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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[ he grooooans and then falls back, pulling Balthier on top of him ]
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[ skritches his hair ]
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His foot does keep rubbing Balthier’s though. ]
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Mmmmmm.
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Hello.
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God, are we fuckin’ great at this or what?
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Very.
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