[ His apology was in jest, but hearing Reyes say you're forgiven catches tightly in his throat. He manages to swallow it, loathe to disrupt this in any way. The slowness is something they've had less of; it feels welcoming, safe. A promise in its own way, that they both trust the other to still be there even without a show.
His palms slide back, thumbs tracing Reyes's cheek bones to his ears, lingering a moment before trailing down his neck toward his collarbone. They brush over the chain of Balthier's gift, and his stomach flips. So absurd, to be a grown man utterly please by the enthusiastic reception of a token of affection, but here he is, and that's what he's trying to be: present. Honest.
At Reyes's pull, his lips part in pleasurable surprise. Scions, he's never been with someone who is so good at holding him, making him feel anchored and safe. Then Reyes is murmuring his name, peppering slow kisses with that soft, helpless look.
I'm so lucky that you're mine
One of Balthier's hands goes behind Reyes's head, the other arm wrapping firmly around his back, palm open wide to catch as much of him as possible as he pulls the other into a tight embrace. He doesn't know if he was quick enough to hide the moisture on his cheek, and he knows they're too quiet and too close to fool himself into thinking the catch in his breathing would go unnoticed. But that's alright, too. Doesn't feel like the risk it did before.
He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and just basking in the feeling of Reyes at once around him and locked in his hold, the particular musk he's come to associate with the other -- soap and sweat and a little bit of sweet alcohol -- the sound of their breathing intertwined.
They're both in so deep. But they're flying this ship together.. ]
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His palms slide back, thumbs tracing Reyes's cheek bones to his ears, lingering a moment before trailing down his neck toward his collarbone. They brush over the chain of Balthier's gift, and his stomach flips. So absurd, to be a grown man utterly please by the enthusiastic reception of a token of affection, but here he is, and that's what he's trying to be: present. Honest.
At Reyes's pull, his lips part in pleasurable surprise. Scions, he's never been with someone who is so good at holding him, making him feel anchored and safe. Then Reyes is murmuring his name, peppering slow kisses with that soft, helpless look.
I'm so lucky that you're mine
One of Balthier's hands goes behind Reyes's head, the other arm wrapping firmly around his back, palm open wide to catch as much of him as possible as he pulls the other into a tight embrace. He doesn't know if he was quick enough to hide the moisture on his cheek, and he knows they're too quiet and too close to fool himself into thinking the catch in his breathing would go unnoticed. But that's alright, too. Doesn't feel like the risk it did before.
He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and just basking in the feeling of Reyes at once around him and locked in his hold, the particular musk he's come to associate with the other -- soap and sweat and a little bit of sweet alcohol -- the sound of their breathing intertwined.
They're both in so deep. But they're flying this ship together.. ]