[ The way Reyes follows after him, pulls for his lips and his wrist -- it's good for Balthier. He's been so worried that when his emotions eventually got the better of him, and they always do, all it could do was break this beautiful thing they have between them. But instead he feels like their roots have entrenched more deeply, entwined further together. A funny thing, a sky pirate wanting to take root.
He's back in a moment though, because he doesn't want to be away a moment longer than he has to. He missed Reyes, and he really thought for a few minutes -- it's past, now, and he's grinning a little too widely at Reyes's joke because he's just happy that's where they are again, and then Reyes's face changes and it will be a piece of you next to my heart. His grin is so wide even before Reyes's hand curls around him, lips taking his and he kisses back with all the fear and relief and love that's been bubbling inside him, arms sliding around Reyes's back and body shifting in close as kiss gives way to kiss and it's just so good to be here, to be okay, to -- to be okay in spite of things being rocky.
And when Reyes takes his face, nuzzles against him like that, he sighs, a shiver going through him followed by deep-seeded warmth. And here he'd been worried this was too sappy, too much like a lover's token.
Banish the thought, Balthier. This man likes you as you are. ]
You've said that one before; are you going to translate, or leave me guessing, my treasure. [ He doesn't use that one often, but it's very much on his mind right now. There is no one like Reyes; he's seen enough of the universe to feel confident in that. And he has no interest in letting the other farther from him than is strictly necessary for at least the rest of the night. And right now, admittedly, he wants to be crystal clear that Reyes is his, and cherished, and those things have not changed tonight. ]
A lover's token... oh definitely. While Reyes has his own hang ups concerning his own baggage, this maybe untangles a little of that without either of them realizing.
And this stumble of there's was a good lesson for the both of them as well. That they could trip up, but after picking themselves up brush the dust off and keep going. Together. The way Balthier moves closer, his arms wrapped around him, there's so much relief in that. They're okay and they can get through these rough moments, still love one another.]
My love.
[Because he does love him. They're both such romantic saps with their pet names and terms of endearment, how can anyone stand being around them? He wants to do nothing than pull Balthier onto his lap, kiss him breathless and tell him he's his love over and over, but they really should get to that food... Reyes instead does neither, but keeps Balthier where he is, nudging his nose with his own playfully.]
It's Spanish, the language spoken where I was born on Earth.
[ Balthier is figuring that out, and he's just going to get sappier as he does. Apologies to everyone who has to deal with them, except he's not remotely sorry; this is too rare and precious a thing for him to conceal it for the benefit of others. Also he's selfish. Pirate.
Right now none of that could be farther from his mind, though, because Reyes said the L word with no hesitation -- has said it three times, really -- and Reyes's eyes are so soft and his face is absolutely radiating with affection. Balthier chuckles as Reyes bats against him, nuzzling his nose right back. ]
Your mother tongue, then? Reyes, I'm flattered. [ Murmured, because they are so close.
And look, food is important, yes, but this idiot man just fixed weeks worth of what Balthier expects was undue worrying and genuine miscommunication. And frankly, he doesn't care about that, because however they got here, he's content. Elated, even.
His legs shift, more or less straddling Reyes as one hand curls around a fistful of cloth and shirt fabric, like he could hold his heart in his hand. Nosing against Reyes once more, he breaks their touch only to press their lips together, deep and slow. For once Balthier isn't thinking about anything else, isn't calculating and weighing options or trying to make the best decision. He has the man he loves -- then man who loves him, and Scions, what a fool, hasn't he know that awhile now? -- has him here, and they are okay, they are wonderful, and nothing else quite matters. ]
Oh you should be, I don't whip that out for just anyone.
[Okay maybe that's a lie, but it's just teasing now, good clean fun. Or it was good clean fun until Balthier climbed onto his lap. He does love the weight of the pirate on him, the warmth of him being this close.
The fist in his shirt feels more needy and hungry than the kiss that Balthier presses to his lips, but he's fine with both. If anyone deserved to hold his heart in their hands it was the sky pirate, he'd stolen it after all. A beautifully gruesome imagine.]
Mm... the food...
[Murmured uselessly before he starts another kiss. Do they really care about the food right now? His stomach does, but Reyes much prefers the pirate in his lap and the taste of his lips. Much prefers letting his hands pull him in closer by his hips, squeezing down further at the meat of his backside. It's a really nice butt, it deserves to know it's appreciated too.
Reyes could die happy right now if he could kiss Balthier for the rest of the evening. It was such an intimate thing and he loved everything about it. Loved the way Balthier's melted into him. God how did he end up this lucky? For a moment there it felt like everything was going to fall apart and he'd lose him, but some how the glue had stuck, they were okay.
He doesn't deserve him, it what flashes through his head and maybe that's true, but by God is he going to fight to be the best version of himself that he can to be the man that Balthier deserves.]
[ 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. ]
[Frustration tended to get muttered or sighed words in Spanish from him on the worst days, but mostly it was words uttered to himself when he thought no one was listening. Bitching under his breath. The term of endearment for Balthier is knew, maybe born out of desperation for him to understand what he meant to him, without Reyes realizing he was doing it at first.
His tongue understood better what he should do than his mind sometimes.]
Don't you dare.
[Reyes tips his head up, meant for another kiss, but it doesn't come. There's a moment of realization that Balthier is looking at him. Looking and he'll stare back, gaze soft, contemplative in turn. His lips twitch into a smile when those hands hold his face. Settling back against the couch with the pirate's insistence he'll gather Balthier as close as he can looking up at him, finding he quite likes the view.]
See something you like?
[Soft, a light tease even as his hands settle on the pirate's hips, fingers toying up under the hem of his shirt to touch at warm skin. God knows he sees something he likes. Balthier looks beautiful above him, the light of the room behind him in a soft halo effect that would probably make him laugh if Reyes told him he looked like an angel. Wait, do they have angels in Ivalice?
And things may break, but they can be mended too. Sometimes it doesn't last, but all they can do is try and hope for the best. Both of them strive for it with each other.]
[ He'd laugh, after Reyes explained what an angel was. No, no worshipping gods or serving a higher order for him. But beautiful being who brings peace and good fortune -- well, that he'll strive to be for Reyes.
Seems like he's doing well on that front today, earlier distress not withstanding. What a relief to see the bliss on Reyes's face, the soft adoration as the other pulls him in tight. That's a look he wants burned into his memory, something to revisit when he doubts or when he's missing this man. Because right now, he couldn't feel more secure, and what a heady experience that was. ]
You're a better man than I realized. [ Not that his opinion hadn't already been high, but this was outside his expectations entirely. Maybe things can be mended between two people; he's only used to a model where things that break are discarded. ] Forgive me for staring. [ His lips twitch into a smile because there's nothing to be forgiven in that gesture, and he knows it, but it's just as much a thank you for Reyes's handling of, well, him.
Closing the last of the distance between them, he kisses Reyes slow and deep. Reyes's fingers brush under his shirt and he hums gently. Skin to skin contact was certainly a way to be closer, and that was all he wanted. ]
He can only hope he won't give Balthier a reason to regret those words, but it still feels good to hear it. More so after everything that just happened, that he could say that about him when things had been so tense. It's a relief.]
You're forgiven.
[Reyes smiles into the kiss, answering it back, but letting Balthier set the pace. Slow is nice, there's something about it just taking their time, not being in any rush. The likes the feel of the pirate's hum against his lips and that his touch is what causes it. Hands slip fully under Balthier's shirt now, sliding over warm skin marked with scars that tell stories that he hasn't asked about yet. One arm hugs around the small of his back, fingers trailing up along his side to brush against his ribcage, the other reaches up along his back to clutch at his shoulder. Keeping him close, wanting to touch him.]
Balthier...
[Murmured between the end of one kiss into another. As the next one ends he'll move to continue, but pulls back just enough so their lips are still parted. Lidded eyes peer at the face so close to his and he'll whisper.]
[ 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.. ]
[Something changes, it's a small shift in the air between them, but it's not. Bad. At first Reyes isn't sure what it is until Balthier is pulling him in close as well and hides his face in his shoulder. The catch of his breath, the way he holds him...
Reyes is quiet even though he could say something, but it doesn't feel like the right thing to do in the moment. So he doesn't, he'll hold Balthier tighter in turn, give him a reassuring squeeze and turns his face to press a kiss against the side of his lover's head. There's a lot not being said here and he'll trust that when Balthier is ready he'll tell him what that is, but for now he's not going to let him go, because me meant what he said.
He's so lucky that Balthier is his. That Balthier loves him. Lucky that Balthier took a chance on him, because if not they'd still just be friends and as rewarding as his friendship also was, Reyes wouldn't trade what they have now for anything.
[ It's not that Balthier's holding anything back this time, he just has no idea how to even voice what he's feeling. They've said so much tonight already. Maybe it's better he untangle that first, give it to Reyes when he can actually articulate it. And maybe there's a little shame there, too, at how vulnerable he feels. No, not vulnerable. Damaged.
Right now, he's just enjoying Reyes kissing the side of his head, until he composes himself and turns to find Reyes's lips again. There's more demand this time, not taking so much as insisting, giving what he doesn't know how to say. ]
Reyes-- [ But there still aren't words, so he kisses harder. He's lucky too. Lucky Reyes is patient and forgiving. Lucky that when he took a chance, Reyes did too.
No, there is something he wants to say. He pulls back only as much as he has to, nose finding Reyes's, like any decrease in touch will somehow upset this place they've reached. ] I am yours and yours alone. [ There's no room for anyone else; hasn't been for awhile. It's not that he doesn't think Reyes knows that; it's that Reyes deserves to hear it. ]
[He's patient because he understands that they're different even in their similarities. God Balthier had his own life before him and that shapes someone, that lifts them up and then sometimes it damages them too. He knows that well enough.
He's patient because he cares about him, loves him and what kind of man would he be if he didn't give someone he loved a chance to fuck up. Make a mess of things a little. Especially when he's done the same. They're just hume after all. Forgiving him wasn't even something he had to think about, they both had things to be sorry for didn't they?
He'll hum a little in surprise at the first kiss, but is happy to return it. The second he returns with just as much fervor, wanting Balthier to know that he loves him even through this. God if this was the worst things ever got they'd be perfect.]
Aha...
[Reyes smiles brightly, one of his hands rubbing at the sky pirate's back.]
I know... and I'm yours too, your... [He chuckles, soft.] Your treasure.
[ Forgive him again, then, Reyes, because in all his travels -- worldly and otherwise -- he has no map for this, no model of how this sort of dynamic ought to work. But he's always had an adventurous heart, and he's glad to wander through this new territory together, missteps and bruises and confusion and all.
Some part of him is starting to suspect it's the same for Reyes -- good job, Balthier, that brilliant mind's best work yet -- in the way the other man still meets his affection with surprised sounds or big happy grins like that. Loves it, loves the way Reyes's hand feels on him.
And loves the way his terrible lines make Balthier both want to groan and laugh. ]
So we agree I'm obligated to plunder you.
[ If Balthier has to suffer that, then so do you Reyes. His grin mirrors Reyes's, though; it's so good for him to have someone who lights up at his need to claim and cling. And it's heavenly to have it returned so freely.
When he kisses Reyes this time, his tongue will join, running over Reyes's bottom lip before he takes it in his entirely. ]
[Are the lines terrible if they come from Balthier first?]
I won't disagree.
[Being plundered by such an infamous sky pirate? Why he's honored. None of this is suffering, bring on the corny lines, he lives for them. He is a dealer of terrible one liners, let's go.
And he loves that Balthier wants to claim him as much as he wants to with him. He's got a bit of a possessive streak that jumps out when he likes someone. Loves them. It tends to show up in marks left on Balthier's skin, in places that his fancy little pirate clothes barely cover. Other's might not see them, but he knows they're there, Balthier knows they're there. He just likes leaving a piece of him with him. Maybe a piece of jewelry would be better. He'll have to look into that at some point.
Balthier is good on his word, tongue plundering him and teasing his so with his bottom lip at his mercy. He'll eagerly tilt his head up into it, happy to be plundered, not that he just sits there and takes it. His hands smooth down Balthier's back, nails lightly dragging against warm skin, leaving light pink lines that will fade sooner than later.]
[ Balthier adores the way Reyes marks him. He loves even more the way Reyes's fingers trail over those marks later, his soft gaze finding them over and over again when they are alone. Balthier returns the favor more often than not, though with Reyes's darker complexion they're generally subtle. Not so on Balthier; he has little hope of hiding the ones Reyes puts outside the bounds of his conservative neckline. Not that he makes any effort to conceal them. Adds to his mystique and, combined with how possessive Reyes is when they're out together -- hand on his ass, kisses down his neck, arm around his waist -- well, Balthier doesn't mind being publicly unavailable. Quite enjoys being so openly claimed, really.
Marks fade, though. He likes Reyes having something more permanent from him. Not that he can't have both. Which he will, if Balthier has anything to do with it. But right now he's busy with that glorious mouth, kisses getting wetter as he makes good on plundering Reyes with his tongue.
Reyes's nails curl across his back, producing a pleased groan. That earns a gentle lip bite before Balthier breaks to mouth against his jaw, one hand coming up to tangle in his hair and pull his head to the angle he wants. And Reyes's earlobe is right there, so of course he has to bite that too. ]
[The subtle marks sneak up on people, mostly when they're at Ivalice. Where Reyes can wear more open billowing clothes that show off his skin. Here on Kadara and else where, fashion is a bit more modest... uniforms and standard regulation outfits. Nothing that makes anyone really standout that much from anyone else. One day they'll get there, once things are more settled.
But he enjoys getting to dress more liberally with Balthier on his home world. Let others catch a peek of those marks that stand out enough if people are close. A little surprise for observant eyes.
Reyes smiles into their kiss as Balthier moans, about to say something cheeky when it breaks, but the pirate suddenly has him as his mercy. Mouth at his jaw and his head is tilted just how Balthier wants it by the hair and who's moaning now? His pants start to feel a bit tighter at the slight roughness and he has to find something to hold onto. The most secure thing he knows right now are the sky pirate's pert cheeks, one hand on each as he gives an encouraging squeeze.]
Feels like you're trying to eat me, not plunder me.
[Not that he's complaining, not at all. If this was Balthier leaving some fresh marks on him he welcomed it completely. He was his, body and soul and letting Balthier claim him was never unwanted.
Reyes will though however pull his hips flush against his down, giving a rock up into him. He wants Balthier to feel how he effects him, drives him crazy. Good and bad, like a pirate should. Mostly good of course, mostly good.]
[ It pleases Balthier to no end that Reyes has taken so readily to Ivalician clothing, and truly, whatever Balthier wants to put him in. Those deep cut shirts are deeply flattering on his very handsome boyfriend, and they take a good deal of bravado to pull off for someone used to being covered head to toe. The gossip is a whole added layer of fun, watching people try to figure out who he's with, or better yet, leaving Reyes for a few minutes to get drinks or food, waiting til someone tries flirting with him, and then smugly coming to loop an arm around his waist and mouth down his neck.
Which is exactly what he's doing right now, though with a good deal more force. That groan in response to his lips across Reyes's jaw is all the encouragement he needs, especially given that with the length of his trip, that skin was disappointingly bare. He tangles his fingers deeper in Reyes's hair as he works at Reyes's neck, heat blooming in the pit of his stomach.
Those fingers dig into his ass and his neck arches back. His breathy gasp betrays just how much he likes that demanding pressure. He curls back in to bite at Reyes's skin, but when Reyes rolls his hips up Balthier loses his focus entirely, low moan crooning out, breath hot on Reyes's wet skin. ]
I will plunder you, and consume you, and have you crying out my name. [ he promises, voice low and already slightly breathless. Scions he loves how open Reyes is with his desire, loves the way the other always lets him know he's with him.
The tightness in Balthier's pants is distracting and delicious all at once. He shifts them around so he can knock Reyes onto his back, angling so he can grind against the other, slow teasing friction as he shoves Reyes's shirt up. He has every intention of pampering the other slowly, making him sigh and rock and maybe even plead with want. He'll nose up across Reyes' stomach and chest, dragging his tongue oh so lightly across it before blowing on the trail he's made, and then nuzzle into his chest.
And then, while the other is catching his breath for a moment, he'll take his nipple in his mouth, slowly swirling his tongue around it while he thrusts hard against Reyes's trapped erection. ]
[Balthier hasn't dressed him like a fool yet, even if he's not always so sure it's his style. Some how it works out and people stare and Balthier preens at his work. It's all very worth it.
The tight fingers in his hair and the teeth at his neck have him already saying the sky pirate's name, wanting nothing more than for him to leave his mark. He was a possessive man and he liked that Balthier was the same, that they both wanted to claim the other. Maybe others would see it as unhealthy, but it was never to keep him from those he cared about, his friends. It was just so others would might try their foolish hand at stealing him away would know better.
God Balthier is going to ruin him, he's shoved onto his back and Reyes is all smiles meaning to have some witty reply back, but those hips rocking down on him steals any words from his lips. The smile fades into more color flushing his cheeks and Reyes' hands holding the pirate's hips, encouraging his movements as he enjoys the view. As much as he loves to ravish him completely, it's something else when Balthier is the one taking control. He gets that look about him and a touch rough, something he enjoys.
Now he watches him, lips parted as his breath comes quicker, a soft moan slipping out at that damnable tongue on his warm skin. Balthier might be pleased to note that Reyes is maybe taking a note from his as well, or it could be he's been too busy to bother with it, but he's got a nice little tuft of hair blooming on his chest. Not like the pirate hasn't commented how fetching it would look in those low neck shirts he likes to put him in. Maybe he's listened, but right now his fingers curl at the back of Balthier's neck, hips rocking up against his thrusts.]
Ha- a concentrated attack, trying to get me to beg for mercy?
[Breathless, but he does manage a cheeky retort finally, even as his nipple pebbles quick at his warm and wet attention. His cock is just as hard and begging for release in his pants.]
[ No, claiming Reyes was never about keeping him from his friends, his life -- skies above, he loves that Reyes had an entire life outside him, even if they were having to figure out how to integrate those lives more smoothly. Some of marking him was about letting others know he was taken, yes, but it was also about letting Reyes know he was taken. An active choice, Balthier saying yes over and over and over. And maybe Balthier liked showing off that he could take care of someone as smart and charming and capable as Reyes. There was a joy in it, a shouting that this thing he'd honestly stopped believing was possible for him was not just on the table but going so well. That he was proud of who'd caught him, that Balthier was just as well kept.
That and the shudderingly good reactions he got while doing the marking. Reyes already saying his name like that has him groaning and biting harder, momentarily losing control of his thrusts and his grip on Reyes weakening. Those hands move to his hips and he knows that as much as he's in charge right now, Reyes could topple him in an instant. He gets his composure back to assault that very fine chest, and of course he notices the hair, grinning into his kisses even as it sends heat straight down to his cock. Reyes is becoming regardless of his grooming choices, but his decisions, his life being affected by Balthier being in it...
Fuck that moan and the pressure of Reyes's hand at his neck and those thrusts right back into his-- If he isn't careful he isn't going to last that long and that is very much not the goal. Not that it seems like Reyes is far behind.
He breaks his hold on Reyes's nipple and shifts to straddle his torso, leaving the other's cock wanting for a moment. Warm color spreads across his face as he sees the flush on Reyes, hand coming to cradle the other's beautiful face. ]
What can I say? I like you greedy. And I like you mine. [ He didn't mean for his voice to go soft at the last, but he doesn't mind it either. Reyes knows.
His hand reaches back to undo Reyes's pants, and while it takes a moment without actually looking, he gets it all the same, sliding his hand in to release Reyes's positively desirous cock. His grasp doesn't linger long because he brings his hand to his face, cocking a brow as he puts two fingers into his mouth and pulls them back out very slowly, making a show of pressing them against the inside of his cheek as he does. A groan escapes him and his eyelids flutter shut -- don't ever accuse him of not putting on a good show.
Properly wetted, he moves his fingers back to lightly ring Reyes's dick, dragging them slowly up his shaft. ]
[Affecting each other in their lives, but not in ways where they're trying to change each other to fit some mold they see... that's what he loves. They can both still be them, be the men they are, but at the same time they have changed one another. Little things here and there. That they could be comfortable and grow together was honestly really rewarding, even if it was a learning process with some stumbles.
The great thing about stumbling is they could help each other back up and keep going.]
I am yours.
[Reyes' smile is soft along with his words, much like Balthier. The necklace around his neck, the way he can't help but look at the sky pirate with anything but adoration and love. He was his and his alone.
The hand on his cock is fleeting, Balthier giving him quite the show that doesn't help in his arousal in the slightest. Scions, but he's a wicked man doing such things. Wicked and beautiful and even his sayings have rubbed off on him, among other things. Reyes is attentive watching it all, enjoying every second and his hips will cant up at the slick touch to his cock, breath coming out in a low groan.]
If you like me greedy then let me see more of you. Or will you slowly drive me mad like this?
[The hands that held Balthier's hips make to undo his pants, wanting to see him too, see how aroused the pirate was. For him and because of him. Is he allowed to touch like this when Balthier was the one doing the ravishing? Guess Reyes would find out, wouldn't he?]
[ But look, he's absolutely drowning in the way Reyes is gazing up at him, all that want and adoration. It's so easy to get those hips to buck, to pull sounds from Reyes, and that makes Balthier preen. This is his, these reactions are his, and he's just as stupidly caught.
If it were another night, maybe he'd tease, keep Reyes wanting, see how far he could push, but tonight he wants abandon, wants to touch and be touched and have no obstacles between them, and when they've exhausted themselves here he wants to curl up and eat and pass out wrapped up in the other and Scions the fact that he gets to have that is just making him harder.
As to letting Reyes be greedy or be driven mad, well-- ]
I don't see why I can't have both.
[ Don't think he hasn't noticed the way the smuggler gets worked up at working him up. Not that he'll slack on his end -- ravishing was the goal. So while Reyes works on freeing his hungry cock, Balthier curls back over him, hand sharply gripping his chin to position him for a tongue down this throat, other hand digging into the thick flesh of Reyes's pec -- big soft warm wonderful flesh he's going to sleep on like a smug cat before the night is over. ]
[Balthier is delicious when he takes charge, whether that's during their romps out in space or missions on other planets. He loves seeing that man be in charge, it's very sexy and so it is as he grips his chin and shoves his tongue down his throat, which he answers back eagerly.
Moans at the fingers that grip at his chest and only works faster to undo belts, buttons, zippers and whatever else keep Balthier's cock locked away from him. Once he has those pants open he'll push a hand into them, cupping the pirate and rubbing, giving a light squeeze to an impressive bulge.]
Haa... maybe... maybe it's nice to be the one being given orders for once.
[Balthier has left him a little breathless from that kiss, but if he's going to get his breath taken away he knows no better means. Being the Charlatan he gives out plenty of orders, keeps things organized behind the scenes. Letting Balthier order him around was nice, a break really.
[ Whatever he wants ought to give him room to be creative, smug while he shows off to Reyes or pushes them both somewhere new, but honestly, he's loathe to break contact, and he doesn't want anything quite so performative. They've had enough of that, haven't they, both acting instead of just being.
There's desire in Reyes's ask for orders though, and fatigue. Balthier can understand that, can understand the appeal of trusting someone enough to just give command over to them. And for a man like the Charlatan, there can't be many opportunities for that. And, well, maybe Balthier could use some practice being direct when it comes to what he wants between them. ]
Sit up a bit [ he says, letting up from his attack to help guide the other to a position where his head is better supported while he gets himself on his knees. And then he smirks, that glint in his eye. ] Now open.
[ He'll run his cock over Reyes's jaw and across his bottom lip, even as he reaches behind himself to very airily pull two fingers up the other's heat. And look, he can't help teasing a bit, lining himself up to Reyes's mouth, shuddering as hot breath rolls over his tip but not quite entering. He rubs himself against Reyes's lip again, hand sliding to the back of the man's head. ] Look at me. [ Not like Reyes wasn't utterly focused on him already, but he wants to be very clear in his orders. And maybe he wants those eyes, still so full of adoration, turned toward him again. It entirely escapes the sky pirate how warm and pleased his own face looks returning that gaze. ]
Be terribly greedy.
[ And he sheaths himself in his smuggler, slow and forceful, knowing by now how much Reyes can take without being warmed up. When he reaches maybe half his length, he pulls back, fingers tightening in the other's hair, then pushes himself forward again.
Skies be with him, it is going to take all of his self-control not to get too worked up before he's ready. But he has plans. ]
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He's back in a moment though, because he doesn't want to be away a moment longer than he has to. He missed Reyes, and he really thought for a few minutes -- it's past, now, and he's grinning a little too widely at Reyes's joke because he's just happy that's where they are again, and then Reyes's face changes and it will be a piece of you next to my heart. His grin is so wide even before Reyes's hand curls around him, lips taking his and he kisses back with all the fear and relief and love that's been bubbling inside him, arms sliding around Reyes's back and body shifting in close as kiss gives way to kiss and it's just so good to be here, to be okay, to -- to be okay in spite of things being rocky.
And when Reyes takes his face, nuzzles against him like that, he sighs, a shiver going through him followed by deep-seeded warmth. And here he'd been worried this was too sappy, too much like a lover's token.
Banish the thought, Balthier. This man likes you as you are. ]
You've said that one before; are you going to translate, or leave me guessing, my treasure. [ He doesn't use that one often, but it's very much on his mind right now. There is no one like Reyes; he's seen enough of the universe to feel confident in that. And he has no interest in letting the other farther from him than is strictly necessary for at least the rest of the night. And right now, admittedly, he wants to be crystal clear that Reyes is his, and cherished, and those things have not changed tonight. ]
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A lover's token... oh definitely. While Reyes has his own hang ups concerning his own baggage, this maybe untangles a little of that without either of them realizing.
And this stumble of there's was a good lesson for the both of them as well. That they could trip up, but after picking themselves up brush the dust off and keep going. Together. The way Balthier moves closer, his arms wrapped around him, there's so much relief in that. They're okay and they can get through these rough moments, still love one another.]
My love.
[Because he does love him. They're both such romantic saps with their pet names and terms of endearment, how can anyone stand being around them? He wants to do nothing than pull Balthier onto his lap, kiss him breathless and tell him he's his love over and over, but they really should get to that food... Reyes instead does neither, but keeps Balthier where he is, nudging his nose with his own playfully.]
It's Spanish, the language spoken where I was born on Earth.
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Right now none of that could be farther from his mind, though, because Reyes said the L word with no hesitation -- has said it three times, really -- and Reyes's eyes are so soft and his face is absolutely radiating with affection. Balthier chuckles as Reyes bats against him, nuzzling his nose right back. ]
Your mother tongue, then? Reyes, I'm flattered. [ Murmured, because they are so close.
And look, food is important, yes, but this idiot man just fixed weeks worth of what Balthier expects was undue worrying and genuine miscommunication. And frankly, he doesn't care about that, because however they got here, he's content. Elated, even.
His legs shift, more or less straddling Reyes as one hand curls around a fistful of cloth and shirt fabric, like he could hold his heart in his hand. Nosing against Reyes once more, he breaks their touch only to press their lips together, deep and slow. For once Balthier isn't thinking about anything else, isn't calculating and weighing options or trying to make the best decision. He has the man he loves -- then man who loves him, and Scions, what a fool, hasn't he know that awhile now? -- has him here, and they are okay, they are wonderful, and nothing else quite matters. ]
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[Okay maybe that's a lie, but it's just teasing now, good clean fun. Or it was good clean fun until Balthier climbed onto his lap. He does love the weight of the pirate on him, the warmth of him being this close.
The fist in his shirt feels more needy and hungry than the kiss that Balthier presses to his lips, but he's fine with both. If anyone deserved to hold his heart in their hands it was the sky pirate, he'd stolen it after all. A beautifully gruesome imagine.]
Mm... the food...
[Murmured uselessly before he starts another kiss. Do they really care about the food right now? His stomach does, but Reyes much prefers the pirate in his lap and the taste of his lips. Much prefers letting his hands pull him in closer by his hips, squeezing down further at the meat of his backside. It's a really nice butt, it deserves to know it's appreciated too.
Reyes could die happy right now if he could kiss Balthier for the rest of the evening. It was such an intimate thing and he loved everything about it. Loved the way Balthier's melted into him. God how did he end up this lucky? For a moment there it felt like everything was going to fall apart and he'd lose him, but some how the glue had stuck, they were okay.
He doesn't deserve him, it what flashes through his head and maybe that's true, but by God is he going to fight to be the best version of himself that he can to be the man that Balthier deserves.]
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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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His tongue understood better what he should do than his mind sometimes.]
Don't you dare.
[Reyes tips his head up, meant for another kiss, but it doesn't come. There's a moment of realization that Balthier is looking at him. Looking and he'll stare back, gaze soft, contemplative in turn. His lips twitch into a smile when those hands hold his face. Settling back against the couch with the pirate's insistence he'll gather Balthier as close as he can looking up at him, finding he quite likes the view.]
See something you like?
[Soft, a light tease even as his hands settle on the pirate's hips, fingers toying up under the hem of his shirt to touch at warm skin. God knows he sees something he likes. Balthier looks beautiful above him, the light of the room behind him in a soft halo effect that would probably make him laugh if Reyes told him he looked like an angel. Wait, do they have angels in Ivalice?
And things may break, but they can be mended too. Sometimes it doesn't last, but all they can do is try and hope for the best. Both of them strive for it with each other.]
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Seems like he's doing well on that front today, earlier distress not withstanding. What a relief to see the bliss on Reyes's face, the soft adoration as the other pulls him in tight. That's a look he wants burned into his memory, something to revisit when he doubts or when he's missing this man. Because right now, he couldn't feel more secure, and what a heady experience that was. ]
You're a better man than I realized. [ Not that his opinion hadn't already been high, but this was outside his expectations entirely. Maybe things can be mended between two people; he's only used to a model where things that break are discarded. ] Forgive me for staring. [ His lips twitch into a smile because there's nothing to be forgiven in that gesture, and he knows it, but it's just as much a thank you for Reyes's handling of, well, him.
Closing the last of the distance between them, he kisses Reyes slow and deep. Reyes's fingers brush under his shirt and he hums gently. Skin to skin contact was certainly a way to be closer, and that was all he wanted. ]
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You're a better man than I realized.
He can only hope he won't give Balthier a reason to regret those words, but it still feels good to hear it. More so after everything that just happened, that he could say that about him when things had been so tense. It's a relief.]
You're forgiven.
[Reyes smiles into the kiss, answering it back, but letting Balthier set the pace. Slow is nice, there's something about it just taking their time, not being in any rush. The likes the feel of the pirate's hum against his lips and that his touch is what causes it. Hands slip fully under Balthier's shirt now, sliding over warm skin marked with scars that tell stories that he hasn't asked about yet. One arm hugs around the small of his back, fingers trailing up along his side to brush against his ribcage, the other reaches up along his back to clutch at his shoulder. Keeping him close, wanting to touch him.]
Balthier...
[Murmured between the end of one kiss into another. As the next one ends he'll move to continue, but pulls back just enough so their lips are still parted. Lidded eyes peer at the face so close to his and he'll whisper.]
I'm so lucky that you're mine.
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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.. ]
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Reyes is quiet even though he could say something, but it doesn't feel like the right thing to do in the moment. So he doesn't, he'll hold Balthier tighter in turn, give him a reassuring squeeze and turns his face to press a kiss against the side of his lover's head. There's a lot not being said here and he'll trust that when Balthier is ready he'll tell him what that is, but for now he's not going to let him go, because me meant what he said.
He's so lucky that Balthier is his. That Balthier loves him. Lucky that Balthier took a chance on him, because if not they'd still just be friends and as rewarding as his friendship also was, Reyes wouldn't trade what they have now for anything.
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Right now, he's just enjoying Reyes kissing the side of his head, until he composes himself and turns to find Reyes's lips again. There's more demand this time, not taking so much as insisting, giving what he doesn't know how to say. ]
Reyes-- [ But there still aren't words, so he kisses harder. He's lucky too. Lucky Reyes is patient and forgiving. Lucky that when he took a chance, Reyes did too.
No, there is something he wants to say. He pulls back only as much as he has to, nose finding Reyes's, like any decrease in touch will somehow upset this place they've reached. ] I am yours and yours alone. [ There's no room for anyone else; hasn't been for awhile. It's not that he doesn't think Reyes knows that; it's that Reyes deserves to hear it. ]
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He's patient because he cares about him, loves him and what kind of man would he be if he didn't give someone he loved a chance to fuck up. Make a mess of things a little. Especially when he's done the same. They're just hume after all. Forgiving him wasn't even something he had to think about, they both had things to be sorry for didn't they?
He'll hum a little in surprise at the first kiss, but is happy to return it. The second he returns with just as much fervor, wanting Balthier to know that he loves him even through this. God if this was the worst things ever got they'd be perfect.]
Aha...
[Reyes smiles brightly, one of his hands rubbing at the sky pirate's back.]
I know... and I'm yours too, your... [He chuckles, soft.] Your treasure.
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Some part of him is starting to suspect it's the same for Reyes -- good job, Balthier, that brilliant mind's best work yet -- in the way the other man still meets his affection with surprised sounds or big happy grins like that. Loves it, loves the way Reyes's hand feels on him.
And loves the way his terrible lines make Balthier both want to groan and laugh. ]
So we agree I'm obligated to plunder you.
[ If Balthier has to suffer that, then so do you Reyes. His grin mirrors Reyes's, though; it's so good for him to have someone who lights up at his need to claim and cling. And it's heavenly to have it returned so freely.
When he kisses Reyes this time, his tongue will join, running over Reyes's bottom lip before he takes it in his entirely. ]
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I won't disagree.
[Being plundered by such an infamous sky pirate? Why he's honored. None of this is suffering, bring on the corny lines, he lives for them. He is a dealer of terrible one liners, let's go.
And he loves that Balthier wants to claim him as much as he wants to with him. He's got a bit of a possessive streak that jumps out when he likes someone. Loves them. It tends to show up in marks left on Balthier's skin, in places that his fancy little pirate clothes barely cover. Other's might not see them, but he knows they're there, Balthier knows they're there. He just likes leaving a piece of him with him. Maybe a piece of jewelry would be better. He'll have to look into that at some point.
Balthier is good on his word, tongue plundering him and teasing his so with his bottom lip at his mercy. He'll eagerly tilt his head up into it, happy to be plundered, not that he just sits there and takes it. His hands smooth down Balthier's back, nails lightly dragging against warm skin, leaving light pink lines that will fade sooner than later.]
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Marks fade, though. He likes Reyes having something more permanent from him. Not that he can't have both. Which he will, if Balthier has anything to do with it. But right now he's busy with that glorious mouth, kisses getting wetter as he makes good on plundering Reyes with his tongue.
Reyes's nails curl across his back, producing a pleased groan. That earns a gentle lip bite before Balthier breaks to mouth against his jaw, one hand coming up to tangle in his hair and pull his head to the angle he wants. And Reyes's earlobe is right there, so of course he has to bite that too. ]
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But he enjoys getting to dress more liberally with Balthier on his home world. Let others catch a peek of those marks that stand out enough if people are close. A little surprise for observant eyes.
Reyes smiles into their kiss as Balthier moans, about to say something cheeky when it breaks, but the pirate suddenly has him as his mercy. Mouth at his jaw and his head is tilted just how Balthier wants it by the hair and who's moaning now? His pants start to feel a bit tighter at the slight roughness and he has to find something to hold onto. The most secure thing he knows right now are the sky pirate's pert cheeks, one hand on each as he gives an encouraging squeeze.]
Feels like you're trying to eat me, not plunder me.
[Not that he's complaining, not at all. If this was Balthier leaving some fresh marks on him he welcomed it completely. He was his, body and soul and letting Balthier claim him was never unwanted.
Reyes will though however pull his hips flush against his down, giving a rock up into him. He wants Balthier to feel how he effects him, drives him crazy. Good and bad, like a pirate should. Mostly good of course, mostly good.]
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Which is exactly what he's doing right now, though with a good deal more force. That groan in response to his lips across Reyes's jaw is all the encouragement he needs, especially given that with the length of his trip, that skin was disappointingly bare. He tangles his fingers deeper in Reyes's hair as he works at Reyes's neck, heat blooming in the pit of his stomach.
Those fingers dig into his ass and his neck arches back. His breathy gasp betrays just how much he likes that demanding pressure. He curls back in to bite at Reyes's skin, but when Reyes rolls his hips up Balthier loses his focus entirely, low moan crooning out, breath hot on Reyes's wet skin. ]
I will plunder you, and consume you, and have you crying out my name. [ he promises, voice low and already slightly breathless. Scions he loves how open Reyes is with his desire, loves the way the other always lets him know he's with him.
The tightness in Balthier's pants is distracting and delicious all at once. He shifts them around so he can knock Reyes onto his back, angling so he can grind against the other, slow teasing friction as he shoves Reyes's shirt up. He has every intention of pampering the other slowly, making him sigh and rock and maybe even plead with want. He'll nose up across Reyes' stomach and chest, dragging his tongue oh so lightly across it before blowing on the trail he's made, and then nuzzle into his chest.
And then, while the other is catching his breath for a moment, he'll take his nipple in his mouth, slowly swirling his tongue around it while he thrusts hard against Reyes's trapped erection. ]
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The tight fingers in his hair and the teeth at his neck have him already saying the sky pirate's name, wanting nothing more than for him to leave his mark. He was a possessive man and he liked that Balthier was the same, that they both wanted to claim the other. Maybe others would see it as unhealthy, but it was never to keep him from those he cared about, his friends. It was just so others would might try their foolish hand at stealing him away would know better.
God Balthier is going to ruin him, he's shoved onto his back and Reyes is all smiles meaning to have some witty reply back, but those hips rocking down on him steals any words from his lips. The smile fades into more color flushing his cheeks and Reyes' hands holding the pirate's hips, encouraging his movements as he enjoys the view. As much as he loves to ravish him completely, it's something else when Balthier is the one taking control. He gets that look about him and a touch rough, something he enjoys.
Now he watches him, lips parted as his breath comes quicker, a soft moan slipping out at that damnable tongue on his warm skin. Balthier might be pleased to note that Reyes is maybe taking a note from his as well, or it could be he's been too busy to bother with it, but he's got a nice little tuft of hair blooming on his chest. Not like the pirate hasn't commented how fetching it would look in those low neck shirts he likes to put him in. Maybe he's listened, but right now his fingers curl at the back of Balthier's neck, hips rocking up against his thrusts.]
Ha- a concentrated attack, trying to get me to beg for mercy?
[Breathless, but he does manage a cheeky retort finally, even as his nipple pebbles quick at his warm and wet attention. His cock is just as hard and begging for release in his pants.]
Bet you would like that...
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That and the shudderingly good reactions he got while doing the marking. Reyes already saying his name like that has him groaning and biting harder, momentarily losing control of his thrusts and his grip on Reyes weakening. Those hands move to his hips and he knows that as much as he's in charge right now, Reyes could topple him in an instant. He gets his composure back to assault that very fine chest, and of course he notices the hair, grinning into his kisses even as it sends heat straight down to his cock. Reyes is becoming regardless of his grooming choices, but his decisions, his life being affected by Balthier being in it...
Fuck that moan and the pressure of Reyes's hand at his neck and those thrusts right back into his-- If he isn't careful he isn't going to last that long and that is very much not the goal. Not that it seems like Reyes is far behind.
He breaks his hold on Reyes's nipple and shifts to straddle his torso, leaving the other's cock wanting for a moment. Warm color spreads across his face as he sees the flush on Reyes, hand coming to cradle the other's beautiful face. ]
What can I say? I like you greedy. And I like you mine. [ He didn't mean for his voice to go soft at the last, but he doesn't mind it either. Reyes knows.
His hand reaches back to undo Reyes's pants, and while it takes a moment without actually looking, he gets it all the same, sliding his hand in to release Reyes's positively desirous cock. His grasp doesn't linger long because he brings his hand to his face, cocking a brow as he puts two fingers into his mouth and pulls them back out very slowly, making a show of pressing them against the inside of his cheek as he does. A groan escapes him and his eyelids flutter shut -- don't ever accuse him of not putting on a good show.
Properly wetted, he moves his fingers back to lightly ring Reyes's dick, dragging them slowly up his shaft. ]
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The great thing about stumbling is they could help each other back up and keep going.]
I am yours.
[Reyes' smile is soft along with his words, much like Balthier. The necklace around his neck, the way he can't help but look at the sky pirate with anything but adoration and love. He was his and his alone.
The hand on his cock is fleeting, Balthier giving him quite the show that doesn't help in his arousal in the slightest. Scions, but he's a wicked man doing such things. Wicked and beautiful and even his sayings have rubbed off on him, among other things. Reyes is attentive watching it all, enjoying every second and his hips will cant up at the slick touch to his cock, breath coming out in a low groan.]
If you like me greedy then let me see more of you. Or will you slowly drive me mad like this?
[The hands that held Balthier's hips make to undo his pants, wanting to see him too, see how aroused the pirate was. For him and because of him. Is he allowed to touch like this when Balthier was the one doing the ravishing? Guess Reyes would find out, wouldn't he?]
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[ But look, he's absolutely drowning in the way Reyes is gazing up at him, all that want and adoration. It's so easy to get those hips to buck, to pull sounds from Reyes, and that makes Balthier preen. This is his, these reactions are his, and he's just as stupidly caught.
If it were another night, maybe he'd tease, keep Reyes wanting, see how far he could push, but tonight he wants abandon, wants to touch and be touched and have no obstacles between them, and when they've exhausted themselves here he wants to curl up and eat and pass out wrapped up in the other and Scions the fact that he gets to have that is just making him harder.
As to letting Reyes be greedy or be driven mad, well-- ]
I don't see why I can't have both.
[ Don't think he hasn't noticed the way the smuggler gets worked up at working him up. Not that he'll slack on his end -- ravishing was the goal. So while Reyes works on freeing his hungry cock, Balthier curls back over him, hand sharply gripping his chin to position him for a tongue down this throat, other hand digging into the thick flesh of Reyes's pec -- big soft warm wonderful flesh he's going to sleep on like a smug cat before the night is over. ]
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Moans at the fingers that grip at his chest and only works faster to undo belts, buttons, zippers and whatever else keep Balthier's cock locked away from him. Once he has those pants open he'll push a hand into them, cupping the pirate and rubbing, giving a light squeeze to an impressive bulge.]
Haa... maybe... maybe it's nice to be the one being given orders for once.
[Balthier has left him a little breathless from that kiss, but if he's going to get his breath taken away he knows no better means. Being the Charlatan he gives out plenty of orders, keeps things organized behind the scenes. Letting Balthier order him around was nice, a break really.
And hot.]
You can have whatever you want tonight.
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There's desire in Reyes's ask for orders though, and fatigue. Balthier can understand that, can understand the appeal of trusting someone enough to just give command over to them. And for a man like the Charlatan, there can't be many opportunities for that. And, well, maybe Balthier could use some practice being direct when it comes to what he wants between them. ]
Sit up a bit [ he says, letting up from his attack to help guide the other to a position where his head is better supported while he gets himself on his knees. And then he smirks, that glint in his eye. ] Now open.
[ He'll run his cock over Reyes's jaw and across his bottom lip, even as he reaches behind himself to very airily pull two fingers up the other's heat. And look, he can't help teasing a bit, lining himself up to Reyes's mouth, shuddering as hot breath rolls over his tip but not quite entering. He rubs himself against Reyes's lip again, hand sliding to the back of the man's head. ] Look at me. [ Not like Reyes wasn't utterly focused on him already, but he wants to be very clear in his orders. And maybe he wants those eyes, still so full of adoration, turned toward him again. It entirely escapes the sky pirate how warm and pleased his own face looks returning that gaze. ]
Be terribly greedy.
[ And he sheaths himself in his smuggler, slow and forceful, knowing by now how much Reyes can take without being warmed up. When he reaches maybe half his length, he pulls back, fingers tightening in the other's hair, then pushes himself forward again.
Skies be with him, it is going to take all of his self-control not to get too worked up before he's ready. But he has plans. ]