[ Reyes intermingles Spanish quite often when he speaks, not unlike many of the bilingual people Balthier knows from Ivalice. It's easy to slip into a mother tongue for topics of deep emotion: childhood memories, curse words, and things to do with love. Fran has a few Viera words she calls him often enough to have learned -- more or less idiot and dear one. So yes, he's flattered. And something deeper. It's another way he feels claimed, held close to Reyes's heart.
Those lips and hands don't hurt either. He grins into their next kiss, sinking into the pull at his hips and then the firm grip on his ass. Sometimes cloth pants had their advantages, and digging fingers into that flesh was one of them. ]
Shall I stop? [ He teases back as that kiss breaks. They aren't so different in height, but on his knees in Reyes's lap like this, he's taller, so when he strokes the other man's face, he's looking down at him, and it isn't the first time it strikes him how vulnerable Reyes can be, how gentle -- something Balthier wants to protect. Surely he has the willpower to draw out the chase if he wanted, but he doesn't want to. Doesn't even want distance between them in play right now. His other hand comes to join, and cradling Reyes's face in both of his, he uses his weight to push them both against the back of the couch, squeezing his knees against Reyes's thighs like he needs to touch and hold every inch that he can. Maybe he does, and more importantly, he wants Reyes to feel held and wanted.
Things break. He knows that. None of this is guaranteed, and years of experience and awareness of others say it shouldn't even exist. He's stayed in relationships too long before, because he's a romantic with a glass heart who would rather be loved than alone; this is nothing like that. Never has he had someone simply listen and adjust, want to hold him after he's been angry without brushing off the anger.
Their minds are in sync, Balthier wondering how in Ivalice he's so lucky, that he isn't sure he deserves this man, but deservingness has never stopped him. Gods, Scions, and fiends below, his heart is full. ]
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Date: 2022-07-07 07:40 pm (UTC)Those lips and hands don't hurt either. He grins into their next kiss, sinking into the pull at his hips and then the firm grip on his ass. Sometimes cloth pants had their advantages, and digging fingers into that flesh was one of them. ]
Shall I stop? [ He teases back as that kiss breaks. They aren't so different in height, but on his knees in Reyes's lap like this, he's taller, so when he strokes the other man's face, he's looking down at him, and it isn't the first time it strikes him how vulnerable Reyes can be, how gentle -- something Balthier wants to protect. Surely he has the willpower to draw out the chase if he wanted, but he doesn't want to. Doesn't even want distance between them in play right now. His other hand comes to join, and cradling Reyes's face in both of his, he uses his weight to push them both against the back of the couch, squeezing his knees against Reyes's thighs like he needs to touch and hold every inch that he can. Maybe he does, and more importantly, he wants Reyes to feel held and wanted.
Things break. He knows that. None of this is guaranteed, and years of experience and awareness of others say it shouldn't even exist. He's stayed in relationships too long before, because he's a romantic with a glass heart who would rather be loved than alone; this is nothing like that. Never has he had someone simply listen and adjust, want to hold him after he's been angry without brushing off the anger.
Their minds are in sync, Balthier wondering how in Ivalice he's so lucky, that he isn't sure he deserves this man, but deservingness has never stopped him. Gods, Scions, and fiends below, his heart is full. ]