He didn't want to be pushy, not if David wasn't in the mood for something like that, but he's thrilled that David is, hears the wanting in his response. Well, maybe he doesn't regret waiting this long to tip his hand.
So Balthier tilts his face down close to David's ear, lowering his voice. "I want you naked on the couch pinned under my gaze, and I want to spend the hours it takes to make a good image inspecting every inch of you. And then when I'm done looking for the day, I'll come check the accuracy of my rendition against the feel of you in my hands."
Getting David to make noises was half the fun; he was so good at restraining himself. Balthier feels that shiver though, and his body answers with a pang of warmth. Well.
"Getting back at you implies some level of complaint and I assure you, there were none." He'd like to be very clear on that, thank you. That day had been incredible and he'd been entirely wasted for two days after. And maybe, privately, he'd teared up at how utterly loved he felt.
"Returning the favor while attempting to dishevel you, well, what can I say. You fell in love with a menace." He disentangles from David only so they can move inside.
"It is a propensity of mine," David agreed as he selected another snack to nibbled on as they head back in. "but I'm not on display for everyone, so make sure you position me in a place that means no one will look in."
Balthier’s possessive heart is thrilled that David, while so open and willing, wants to keep seeing him naked to Balthier only. What can he say, he’s weak for feeling special and chosen.
“Of course, my love. Here, take this for me.” He hands him the notebook and his pen so he can take the tea and snacks. Inside he’ll pull the gauzy inner layer of drapes over the patio doors, obscuring the outside view from the inside of the apartment. He wants the good light though.
Of course he takes the items, and strides in himself to consider the room. The drapes earns a smile, because the concern is so immediately addressed. He appreciates that.
He sets the food and drink on the coffee table, freeing his hands to take David by the shoulders and press a kiss to his brow. “Plenty. But if it gets too chill tell me. Now, my love, your job is to disrobe and let me know if I can get you anything else before I limit you to that couch.”
It’s a good room for this, really. Lovely couch, good lighting, good clean background. He will depart briefly to go get a pitcher of water and refill the snacks.
He arranges the refreshments where David will be able to reach them then goes to select another notebook. It’s bigger, and more importantly, “I’ll keep these separate and not in the notebook I carry with me.” Because he does respect David’s privacy.
And then he’ll enjoy watching David strip the rest of the way, something he’s seen a thousand times now, but with the context changed and Balthier not joining him it’s suddenly tantalizing.
“Oh, did you catch on to that?” He teases right back.
“Alright I’m going to arrange you, and while I do, let me address a few common misconceptions. You’re welcome to eat and drink and shift naturally. The beauty of drawing is capturing an essence not a perfect likeness. If you stray too far I’ll correct you. If you’re uncomfortable, shift as needed.”
He’ll guide David to lie on his side, one arm propping up his head, elbow cushioned by a pillow, and then bending one leg to be up with the other outstretched. His hands linger more than they strictly need to, to tease and admire.
Oh wow, that's definitely interesting to hear Balthier talk about.
"Thank you, dear. I didn't like the idea of getting too stiff in one position."
It's easy to let himself be posed, but he's very intrigued by it all, if he's honest. The whole process feels nice, because he knows it will mean he's being appreciated.
Balthier grins, sliding a hand up David’s side and stealing a kiss. “The point is to spoil you not to torture you.” And he can see that glow already spreading, the one David gets when he feels doted on. The one that always makes Balthier feel weak.
“It is when I know you like the anticipation and attention,” he grins. “Besides, the outcomes will be worth it.” Because Balthier will be watching and waiting too.
He kisses David once more with a. Quiet “thank you.” He’s been wanting to do this for awhile. And then he goes to settle in, already warmed up. He starts blocking in. “Talk to me while i work,” he orders. Because he knows David likes that too.
"Oh dear, that's a whole thing... So, Jean-Paul is an orphan, twice over, with a twin sister. He can fly and can probably move faster than life itself. And he is dramatic."
David smiles to himself, shaking his head.
"He's fought for freedom of our people, he argues with our own establishment, he's got a flair for the arts, but is at his core, a lot kinder than he seems on the outside. Even with the damage done to him in the past."
“Set you up to like me did he? I owe him then,” Balthier grins. His own expression is intense, moving between his paper and David. It’s an intimate thing, and he loves the way it makes lines and shapes he hasn’t noticed before stand out. He really is mapping his love.
"I like you for you, Balthier. My affection is not derivative."
Still, he's happy to think about it.
"He's kind though, even if he tries to hide it. One of those grouchy old men that truly does care about others. He hid that both Trevor and I had... more power than we seemed to."
Balthier is half listening, to be honest. He’s a bit caught up in actually getting to examine the way David fits together, and yeah, that love is making it into the page, even in a rougher sketch. Maybe more because has has to make fast impulsive decisions. That’s the beauty of a drawing though. It has bias.
And he’s definitely working on getting that look David makes captured down.
“You cared a lot for him,” Balthier comments. He also preens a bit at not being comparable. Look he’s easy to butter up if it’s David.
"Yeah. He's... he took care of us. Protected us. Trevor and I, our powers aren't done growing, aren't done changing. And he won't tell the council what we can do. For our own safety."
So they aren't used. And he loves that about Jean-Paul. Giving them a chance to make their own lives.
It makes Balthier glad, that David had people like that. And that warmth is making its way onto the paper, though really, how could it not? He's glad he's drawn David so many times before; it's making it easier to capture what he wants quickly.
His eyes are intense as he keeps looking back to David. He forgets to respond for a minute, and when he catches himself, he grins.
"My apologies, love. I'm so enthralled with the twist of your chest and the gorgeous way your hips transition to your thighs I've no room for other thoughts." He feels a pang of heat in his gut as he teases. Well, he said David wouldn't be the only one waiting and anticipating. He's certainly never drawn anyone before where he already knows what all that flesh and muscle feels like. Certainly helps to get it to look right.
"My only regret is I'm not working in color. Your skin is so radiant in this light."
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So Balthier tilts his face down close to David's ear, lowering his voice. "I want you naked on the couch pinned under my gaze, and I want to spend the hours it takes to make a good image inspecting every inch of you. And then when I'm done looking for the day, I'll come check the accuracy of my rendition against the feel of you in my hands."
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"You're getting back at me for that whole four hour worship sessions, aren't you?"
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"Getting back at you implies some level of complaint and I assure you, there were none." He'd like to be very clear on that, thank you. That day had been incredible and he'd been entirely wasted for two days after. And maybe, privately, he'd teared up at how utterly loved he felt.
"Returning the favor while attempting to dishevel you, well, what can I say. You fell in love with a menace." He disentangles from David only so they can move inside.
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That was what he needed.
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“Of course, my love. Here, take this for me.” He hands him the notebook and his pen so he can take the tea and snacks. Inside he’ll pull the gauzy inner layer of drapes over the patio doors, obscuring the outside view from the inside of the apartment. He wants the good light though.
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"Will this be bright enough?"
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It’s a good room for this, really. Lovely couch, good lighting, good clean background. He will depart briefly to go get a pitcher of water and refill the snacks.
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"This is where back home I'd joke 'paint me like one of your french girls'."
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He arranges the refreshments where David will be able to reach them then goes to select another notebook. It’s bigger, and more importantly, “I’ll keep these separate and not in the notebook I carry with me.” Because he does respect David’s privacy.
And then he’ll enjoy watching David strip the rest of the way, something he’s seen a thousand times now, but with the context changed and Balthier not joining him it’s suddenly tantalizing.
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"French is, well, it's like calling someone Arcadian. It's just a place people are from."
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“Alright I’m going to arrange you, and while I do, let me address a few common misconceptions. You’re welcome to eat and drink and shift naturally. The beauty of drawing is capturing an essence not a perfect likeness. If you stray too far I’ll correct you. If you’re uncomfortable, shift as needed.”
He’ll guide David to lie on his side, one arm propping up his head, elbow cushioned by a pillow, and then bending one leg to be up with the other outstretched. His hands linger more than they strictly need to, to tease and admire.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs.
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"Thank you, dear. I didn't like the idea of getting too stiff in one position."
It's easy to let himself be posed, but he's very intrigued by it all, if he's honest. The whole process feels nice, because he knows it will mean he's being appreciated.
"I love that you feel that."
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Still he smiles and settles into position.
"You make me feel beautiful, dear."
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He kisses David once more with a. Quiet “thank you.” He’s been wanting to do this for awhile. And then he goes to settle in, already warmed up. He starts blocking in. “Talk to me while i work,” he orders. Because he knows David likes that too.
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"You're welcome," he says with a whisper. "I love it. And what do you want me to say? Or talk about?"
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He wants David relaxed and he wants that beaming expression the other gets.
“Tell me a good memory,” he says. And he won’t keep him in this pose too long because that arm will go to sleep.
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It's very interesting to consider just what he has or hasn't spoken of before.
"You'd love him, actually."
Feel free to time skip telling; I’ll skip him through the drawing at some point
Also the look David gets is exactly what he wants.
“Tell me that one,” he says. “Why would he love me?”
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David smiles to himself, shaking his head.
"He's fought for freedom of our people, he argues with our own establishment, he's got a flair for the arts, but is at his core, a lot kinder than he seems on the outside. Even with the damage done to him in the past."
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Still, he's happy to think about it.
"He's kind though, even if he tries to hide it. One of those grouchy old men that truly does care about others. He hid that both Trevor and I had... more power than we seemed to."
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And he’s definitely working on getting that look David makes captured down.
“You cared a lot for him,” Balthier comments. He also preens a bit at not being comparable. Look he’s easy to butter up if it’s David.
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So they aren't used. And he loves that about Jean-Paul. Giving them a chance to make their own lives.
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His eyes are intense as he keeps looking back to David. He forgets to respond for a minute, and when he catches himself, he grins.
"My apologies, love. I'm so enthralled with the twist of your chest and the gorgeous way your hips transition to your thighs I've no room for other thoughts." He feels a pang of heat in his gut as he teases. Well, he said David wouldn't be the only one waiting and anticipating. He's certainly never drawn anyone before where he already knows what all that flesh and muscle feels like. Certainly helps to get it to look right.
"My only regret is I'm not working in color. Your skin is so radiant in this light."
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Gonna wrap this one
roger, ftb here I think.