Serpentine Horizon continuations

[finefuckery]

Nsfw shenanigans

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Re: Day 5

[withswagger]

[Balthier groans. The cold, the grip. He really is a fucking genius]

Ohhh, I think you do.

Re: Day 5

[finefuckery]

[ he laps it up greedily, sparing no thought to modesty. He licks and licks, savoring the sweet taste of brandy and sweat. ]

Re: Day 5

[withswagger]

Fuck.

[They JUST put their mouths on each other and Balthier's already so worked up. This is ridiculous and wonderful, he feels half drunk already. He curls both his hands in the luxurious sheets, writhing subdued at first, then more eagerly when he suspects it's his turn again.]

Re: Day 5

[finefuckery]

[ finally, finally, Ed rolls off of him, face down on the pillows. ]

Bet they can’t stop you from drinking ass.

Re: Day 5

[withswagger]

[Balthier all but pounces.]

Most certainly a bet worth taking.

[He swats and kneads Ed's cheeks, then pushes them up together in a sturdy grope and pours the liquor into the muffin top. It pools in the dip of Ed's back, and Balthier drinks there first, because he's not going to risk choking on Ed's precious brandy]

Re: Day 5

[finefuckery]

[ he chuckles, low and pleased with the swat ]

So far so good.

Re: Day 5

[withswagger]

Mmmhmm.

[He drips brandy on the curve of Ed's ass, bowed so he can quickly lick the drops where they fall and follow the trail with his tongue. He bites a few mouthfuls of cheek, sucking and kissing. Avoiding getting his tongue too deep in the crack seems to be working, and that just emboldens him to worship that ass more.]

Re: Day 5

[finefuckery]

[ Ed hums, obviously savoring the attention ]

Take another sip, babe.

Re: Day 5

[withswagger]

[he DOES thank you. He presses Ed's thighs together, pouring into his balls to return THAT attention]

Re: Day 5

[finefuckery]

Fuuuck. Faaaaaaaahck. Why do we even have bowls?

Re: Day 5

[withswagger]

[Balthier snickers with his nose buried deep in ass. He licks a little too deep aaaaaaand chokes]

Re: Day 5

[finefuckery]

[ KIDDO ]

Doing alright back there sport?

Re: Day 5

[withswagger]

[audible unhappy wheeze.]

Damn it.

Re: Day 5

[finefuckery]

Poor thing. [ turns around just enough to give him a look]

Want me to enjoy it for you?

Re: Day 5

[withswagger]

I wouldn't object.

Re: Day 5

[finefuckery]

[ Ed siiits up, strokes Balthier’s face a long moment, the yanks an arm behind his pack to shove him face first into the pillows. ]

Re: Day 5

[withswagger]

[He had to catch his breath to begin with, so Ed throwing him gets a fast, gutteral moan. He jerks his weight under him to test how tightly Ed is gripping him.]

Re: Day 5

[finefuckery]

[ not that hard at all, frankly. Imediately after the rough treatment, Ed is nuzzling and nipping at his neck, then beginning to work his way down his spine. ]

Re: Day 5

[withswagger]

[Balthier's eyes flutter shut, and he melts. Something hurt him badly recently - his back was hit with shrapnel and then splattered with hot metal, and though his magical glyph remains perfect and strong, it straight up melted some of his tattoos off.]

Oh... that's it. That's exquisite.

Re: Day 5

[finefuckery]

You’re exquisite.

Got a little toughed up, hmm?

[ fresh scars means new places to lavish attention ]

Re: Day 5

[withswagger]

Just a little. Ah...

[he squirms into Ed's touches, glowing with pleasure. He realizes what Ed's doing and it hits somewhere hot and vulnerable in his gut. He rubs his cheek on the sheet beneath it. Everything's so soft.]

Re: Day 5

[finefuckery]

[ he kisses the scars again ]

You like that? Feels good?

Re: Day 5

[withswagger]

Mmmmmmmhhhmmmm.

[lowwww in his chest, purring.]

Feels wonderful.

Re: Day 5

[finefuckery]

Good.

[ He really takes his sweet time on the journey down, just kissing at and worshipping the ghosts of the wounds. Until finally, finally, he is reaching his destination. The first shot is poured carefully onto the small of his back. ]

Re: Day 5

[withswagger]

[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.]