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foulplayed) wrote2020-11-25 10:15 pm
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Β« mocking.bird Β»
TEXT β§ AUDIO β§ VIDEO β§ ACTION
Yuri Leclerc β¦ Fire Emblem: Three HousesRESIDENCE β¦ Emerald District
GEMBOND β¦ Amethyst
"Leave it."
INFO β§ PERMISSIONS β§ KINKLIST β§ EXTRA
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What kind of idiot would he have to be, to think about anything else when he could be thinking about Yuri kissing him like that?
It's only afterward, when Yuri slides off of him and starts roaming the room, that he really manages to gather up his thoughts, and by then it's already too late; the moment is over, and the warmth has nested in his chest, and he'd have to be an even bigger idiot to stay ruminating about implications of melancholy when Yuri is telling him to take his pants off.]
Dunno how I could be anything but comfortable, on a bed this nice.
[But still, he sits up enough to work his trousers off, and after a moment's thought opts to just strip down entirely, shucking off the rest of his clothes and depositing them in a careless pile on the floor near the foot of the bed, in favor of just lounging around bare and brazen. Why not? He looks damn good; nothing about this iron bod to be ashamed of.
Besides, it means he can sneak a few subtle strokes of his cock while he's waiting, just for fun, until Yuri turns back and he's got to behave again.
Which he does, eyeing up the lube and the ribbon carefully, but not without a visible hint of interested anticipation.]
Looks to me like you're up to something.
[But he does make himself comfortable anyway, getting himself up onto the mattress proper and lying out on his back, as much so that he can look up at Yuri through lowered lashes as anything else.]
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( Yuri allows himself a moment to just soak up the sight of Balthus reclining in the middle of his bed. Seiros, but without the jorts and Devilish attributes he looks like some lascivious sculpture of a forgotten Saint - the kind that the Church would have kept strictly under lock and key for fear of stirring up desire should anyone catch sight of him. Yuri crawls closer, kneels beside him, and slides a palm up the meat of his thigh: )
I mean, I'm clearly not the only one who's "up" to something.
( He replies lightly, but the overly-pleased smirk on his lips suggests that, yeah, he's aware that was a terrible line. There's hunger in his gaze as he lets it rakenover his friend from top to toe, lingering over the rock-hard cut of his abs and the swell of his dick as he holds it in a large palm.
... Whichever gods are left, give him strength. )
I've gotta say, you're making it kind of difficult for me to stick to my plan, B.
( His attention flits up to his face again as he begins to peel out of his strappy little outfit. It doesn't take much - a tug here, a little shimmy there - and he tosses it to the floor before crawling forwards to settle himself astride Balthus's hips. It brings their cocks together, tight and hot in that little gap between their bodies, and Yuri let's himself indulge in a few lazy thrusts as he plucks at a tight pink nipple. )
... I want to show you how good being with me can be.
( His free hand splays against Balthus abs as glances down between his thighs, his own cock looking kind of cute dwarfed as it is by the thick heft of his friend. Yuri exhales softly, feels himself twitch with want as he rubs them together that bit faster, before finally lowering a hand to stroke them together in a few teasing little pulls. )
Trust me, yeah?
( Yuri's smirk turns playful as he lets go of their cocks so that he can reach for the bottle of lube. )
Let me take care of you.
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[How is it possible, he thinks idly as he watches the lavender garment go the way of all the rest of their clothes, forgotten on the floor, a problem for another time — how is it possible that Yuri looks incredible in every permutation of everything he's ever worn, regardless of how much or how little he's worn to begin with? It seems to defy belief, and yet here he is, pale and real and pleasantly solid as he settles back into his favorite place over Balthus's hips.
This will be the second time now that he's put himself in Yuri's hands, blindly embracing whatever plans he might have and whatever pleasure might be born of it. Last time he ripped a chunk out of a dock; he'll have to be careful not to make the same mistake with all these nice pillows.
But it's hard not to settle into the dreamy rhythm of their cocks brushing together, or of the more deliberate caress of Yuri's palm when he eventually reaches for them. It's just another way of feeling good, and he's happy to give himself over to it.
And then Yuri says trust me, and the whole world stops for a second while his heart skips a beat.
It's an echo of what he'd said himself in the alley, true. But it's also a memory of a kiss by the dockside, of unprecedented panic as he'd been dragged into the deep — and the recollection of just how all right he'd been when Yuri had known something he hadn't and set out to take care of them both.
It's a nice memory, for all that it'd been terrifying in the moment. Thinking about it makes goosebumps rise up on his arms, and his throat bob as he swallows back his anticipation.]
You know that saying about too much of a good thing?
[He grins a little, the corner of one side of his mouth cocking up, and he absently reaches to run his thumb over one of his own nipples just for the spark of sensation while he waits patiently to see where this will go.]
Whoever said it obviously never met you.
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( Yuri thinks he'll let him watch for this part.
The decision isn't entirely altruistic: Yuri likes being watched, likes being seen as he both gives ant takes pleasure, and while the idea of covering Balthus's eyes for the whole thing is tempting? He wants him to see the full extent of how much he'd wished he could shrug off his job and give the whole of his evening to him. )
A dream come true, a good thing you'll never have too much of ... ( He shakes his head. ) You're gonna have to stop, Balthus, otherwise I'll start getting all sorts of ideas about how much you like me.
( It isn't that he doesn't believe his sincerity β no, it couldn't be so simple as that β but rather the fact that it's still difficult to hear it coming from someone whose opinion actually matters. Sure, plenty of men (and his fair share of women) have lavished him with praise while he's stroked them to pleasure, but they were never anything more than passing voices murmuring into a well-hidden storm.
Balthus's words, on the other hand, cut straight through the tumult to his core. Those other people didn't know anything about the life he lived outside of their encounters; they couldn't possibly understand how little he deserved their praise.
This man does, and still he speaks to him with that same reverence. It's not something he feels ready for just yet. )
Anyway, go ahead and recommend me to that person β maybe I'd be able to change their mind.
( Yuri's teeth skim over his bottom lip as he watches Balthus toy with himself β just a little tease β before sliding down his thighs to pepper a trail of kisses over the rise of his chest. Everything about Balthus speaks of strength: Yuri can feel it against his lips as he idles over his pectorals, sucking lightly at a nipple, then directs his attention downwards over the ridge of his abs.
Gently revenant, Yuri shoulders his way between his friend's thighs until they're bent and framing his face. From this vantage point Balthus seems all the more like some kind of luxuriant deity; the warmth rolling from him is palpable, and the scent of hot skin and male arousal leaves him feeling positively dizzy with want. Soft lips pepper the inside of his thighs with a flurry of little kisses as he works his way up to his prize, laying thick and heavy and utterly delicious at the juncture of Balthus's hip.
This time, those kisses are scattered over the underside of his dick. Yuri takes his time, evidently set on enjoying every generous inch of him, before parting his lips to swallow down as much as he can fit in the slick of his mouth.
It isn't like the lake. Yuri isn't teasing him for the sake of it, he's pleasing him because he can, and those manicured fingertips slide along the outside of Balthus's thighs before splaying against each hip as he groans around him and sucks. )
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It only occurs to him, belatedly, that Yuri might feel similarly, at least at a time like this. He's sure it hadn't been an act the day at the docks, when Yuri's eyes had gone heated and smoldering with satisfaction while he'd sucked Balthus's soul out through his dick. And this doesn't feel like an act, either, because what it feels like is worship — passion prayers that Seiros sure as hell never condoned.
He wants to do a lot of things, while Yuri works his way down his body, kissing and licking and making him shiver. He wants to prop up on his elbows, maybe reach down and pet his messy hair into an even wilder mane. He wants to think about Yuri slicking on a fresh coat of lipstick and doing it all again, this time with smudged rings of evidence left behind on his skin as a testament to every place his mouth touched.
But then he thinks about all the little flashes of affection he's seen Yuri flash throughout the course of the night — the concern he'd shown for the bruised cheek and cut lip, the insistence on making him comfortable, the soft reassurance that he means something — and he thinks, what if for a little while, he tried just accepting it? What if he were to just lie still and come undone beneath the attention of someone who means more to him than...than just about anything?
Acceptance feels like breathing underwater.
He keeps his eyes closed, and his breath starts to shift into shudders and moans.]
Yuri...
[He whines — whines! — when Yuri spreads his legs and starts to tease, torn between aching for the bolder pleasure of that attention finally reaching his cock, and wanting the avoidance of it to go on and on for another eternity. It's all at once too much and not enough, and his every desire is a contradiction.
He tries to stay still, but he can't, not when wet heat finally slides down around him and the phantom drag of nails is still echoing on his nerves. At first his hips jerk clumsily, his muscles visibly going taught as he reacts, but then he settles again as the press of Yuri's hands reminds him to behave himself.
The messy wet sucking noises are louder, now that they're not competing with the lap of the surf against the poles of a dock. The bed is soft beneath him and every time Yuri moves his mouth it sends a new wave of sin washing up to blanket him, and the only thing he has to give back is the symphony of sounds stirred up in his throat and falling from his mouth in begging approval, and he can only just hope that it's enough.]
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( Yuri will later swear that he feels the moment Balthus gives in to the offer of being the one taken care of. It's a soft melting of his muscles before they tense up again with pleasure; a moan follows, then another, and all of a sudden the lewd slurp of his mouth on his cock is joined by the straining sound of his need.
In hindsight, it's really no surprise that Balthus is an enthusiastically vocal lover. There's little about him that isn't big and bright and full of energy; the fact that he moans his pleasure like the best of them licks a curl of heat into Yuri's belly, and his eyes slip shut for a moment as he lets himself enjoy each precious sound.
It takes him a second to realise that, more than anything, he wants to make this man fall apart underneath him. He wants Balthus like he's never seen him before: damp-cheeked and panting, his colour hectic, his thighs tight and trembling as Yuri coaxes him into sensations he's never let himself truly enjoy. Would it be easy? Perhaps, considering he's already sprawled out and gasping just from the pull of lips around his cockβ
Yuri groans softly, the whine of his own name hanging heavy between them as his own dick flexes and leaks against sheets. Seiros. What's a guy to do when his friend sounds like that β moans like that β other than pull off the stretch of his cock with a slick, wet sound, and try to get him to do it again. )
Hey.
( The pads of his fingertips smooth over his hips as Yuri gazes up at him, his cheek resting against the inside of Balthus's thigh and his lashes slung low over dark eyes. The soft lilt of his voice is a little ragged where it's been roughened up from his cock, and he draws the tip of his tongue over his lips as he takes a moment to catch his breath. )
I said I'd take care of you, yeah?
( He nuzzles in a little closer, his lips dragging over the swell of his balls, the root of his cock, as a hand slips back around and between Balthus's legs to rub his thumb against his perineum. Yuri knows it feels good β there's an art to massaging a man's sweet spot from the outside, and it's one he's perfected β and his tongue skates across the shining head of his cock before treating it to a slow, messy kiss. )
Can I touch you here?
( His thumb dips lower until it kisses that tight clench of muscle. There's no pressure β he won't rub of move it until Balthus has indicated he's comfortable with it β but he does continue to press those slow, wet kisses down the length of his dick as he levels him with a molten look. With his lips sore and shining he offers a gentle smile from where he's nestled: )
Please.
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It clicks when all of a sudden the epicenter of his pleasure isn't just the wet heat laving around his cock, but a different sensation still — lower, blunter, an added dimension to the heat knotting up inside of him. And it's good that it does, because it rouses him a little from the haze of arousal clouding his mind, making him lift his head a little to look down at Yuri with smoky, glassed-over eyes.
It'd be so easy to just say yes without a second thought, because he feels good and he doesn't want to surrender that, doesn't want to come up out of the arousal he's let overtake him and actually return to critical reasoning. But the fact that Yuri's asking means he deserves a better answer than an offhand, sex-slurred anything, and so Balthus tries his best to come up with something to say that doesn't involve relinquishing his dreamy fog of satisfaction altogether.]
You'd be the first.
[Which isn't a yes or a no, but it's a little important. It means he's thinking about it. It's important that Yuri knows he's thinking about it.]
...You know I trust you.
[He'd said it before — trust me — and what had followed along right on its heels was let me take care of you.
That's better than a yes or a no, he thinks vaguely. I trust you to take care of me is so much better, and so much more accurate to how he really feels.]
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( Yuri pauses a moment when Balthus reveals he'd be the first person to touch him there. Is this β has he misunderstood how far he's been with other men? His confidence with Yuri's body suggests he's definitely fucked them before β among other things, he doesn't doubt β but perhaps his most recent assumption of what he and Holst got up to as teenagers has once again missed its mark. )
... Yeah?
( The first person. He'd be someone's first β not just another guy in a long line of one-night stands and quick, shame-steeped decisions. Yuri feels momentarily strange β lightheaded, almost, as affection flushes into his chest and warms his heart, because the fact that Balthus trusts him enough to let his be a first time means more to him than words could ever convey.
He reaches for the lube. A generous blob is squeezed out to warm between the pads of his thumb and forefinger: )
I want you to enjoy what we do tonight, B. If it turns out you don't like this part of it? That's okay. Just tell me, sweetness, so I know.
( Yuri also knows that patience can be helpful when it comes to this. He lets some of the lubricant dribbles over that tender spot behind his balls, where it glosses his skin and runs down between his cheeks to drip over his hole. Instead of chasing it immediately, Yuri returns to massaging his thumb against the now-slick stretch of his perineum, intent on spreading the lube in wet, lazy circles that skim a little lower with each rub. )
Good?
( Just a whisper. His dreamy gaze skims over Balthus as he watches for his reactions: the obvious, the tiny, and anything in between. When his thumb finally swirls against that little clench he leans in to tongue over his cock again, where he worships him with slick, messy licks before letting the head slip into his mouth again. )
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[But it is awfully nice to know that it's, well, okay to not like things. It's nice to have the permission, because this is something fervent and precious and the last thing he would ever want is for uncertainty to be mistaken for reluctance, to be mistaken for disinterest. That's the kind of concern that really only comes up when there are feelings involved, and therefore feelings that could potentially get hurt. And at the moment he really does feel like he'd agree to just about any idea Yuri might dream up, so long as the rich haze of pleasure he's drowsing in doesn't up and disappear — but it warms him just as much to have evidence of Yuri's own care for him.
He'd promised, hadn't he? To take care of him? And he is, and not just in a tangible sense, either.
Which is awfully nice.]
H-Hey, uh...
[There's a lovely flush high in his cheeks, the angle of his head drifting to one side as he focuses more thoroughly on the exploring touches behind his balls. He's at least aware of the theory of it all, that the tempo of Yuri's fingers is as much about making sure he stays relaxed as it is out of any sort of tease, and he swallows hard and pants through his mouth before gathering up enough presence of mind to string words together again.]
Promise I'll get to kiss you again. Whatever else we do. Just promise I can kiss you one more time, yeah...?
[For perhaps the first time in his King of Grappling existence, he doesn't seem to know what to do with his hands. At first his fingers twist in the coverlet, careful only to wrinkle and not to rip; after that winds up unsatisfying, he tries moving one to his own chest, just gliding his fingers over his skin like he's reminding himself of the reality of his own body, the fingertips sweeping in time with the rock of his hips, the tightening of his thighs.
But the slow buildup actually helps; by the time Yuri's thumb makes it to its destination, he's so keyed up with the anticipation that he can't help but be ready for it, hungry to discover yet another new sensation to layer into the decadent experience of all the others that have come before it.
So he hitches his hips, bearing down on the slick press of his finger just a little, his own implicit encouragement to continue.]
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( There's a difference, Yuri thinks, between worrying and care. If he were worrying about Balthus he'd be much more tentative in what he's doing: there'd be hesitation on his part, perhaps even a little too much in the way of fussing over him, to the point where he might have gently tried to coax the other man out of taking this any further. Care, on the other hand, is something that sees them both as equals β and the depths of his reserves of care for Balthus are something he's only just beginning to understand. )
Just one more time? That's all you want?
( The corner of Yuri's lips lifts into a teasing little smile as he looks up at Balthus from between his legs. It's ever so sweet to watch him begin fraying around the edges: with that flush high in his cheeks and the twitch of uncertainty in his hands, Yuri finds himself feeling ...
Well. Dominant, for wont of a better word. It's a lick of control he'd never really considered extending over his friend in this way β but now that they're here, and now that they're doing this, Yuri can't imagine wanting it to end. Violet eyes take on a hazy glaze as he lets himself imagine giving Balthus his pleasure like this, night after night; as he imagines worshipping his body with his tongue, lips, and hands until he's little more than a puddle of sensation beneath him.
Yuri wants that. Goddess, Yuri wants to be able to give this to Balthus whenever he needs reminding that he's worth somethingβ
But then he arches down to push himself against him, and Yuri's thoughts are pulled back into the present again. )
I promise you'll get your kiss. You look so beautiful like this, y'know? I always knew you were handsome β I told you I'd thought about you before, didn't I β but, Saints above ...
( His free hand soothes along Balthus's outer thigh as he replaces his thumb with his index finger, which he swirls around the wetness of his hole before gently crooking it inside. A tight breath sticks in the back of his throat at the immediate heat that grips at the tip; Yuri flutters kisses over his balls and up the meat of his shaft as he eases it out, then presses back in, sinking a little further this time as he turns his head to scrape his teeth against his inner thigh. )
I'm kinda tempted to keep you here for a while to make up for lost time.
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As sensations go, it's mostly just a strange one, so far. It's not overtly pleasurable the way that having a mouth wrapped around his cock is, and it's not unexpectedly sensitive the way Yuri's fingers stroking behind his balls had been. It's not bad, and it certainly doesn't hurt, not with all the care Yuri's taking to go slow and keep him relaxed. It's just...different, and he's not quite sure what he thinks about it yet — not that he's having much luck at thinking generally, with his mind cloudy with arousal and need.
But this is what it feels like from the other side, evidently. Goddess knows he's been the one working his fingers into his partners plenty of times before, coating them with heat and wet and stroking where it's sensitive inside to make them jump. And Yuri wouldn't be doing it at all if he didn't think it was likely to feel good sooner or later, he reminds himself, so he runs his tongue over his lips and chews the corner of his mouth and tries to just let all the sensations build up on their own, without thinking too hard about them.
He'll think about Yuri's voice instead, he decides hazily. Yuri's got such a pretty voice, and now he's calling him — ]
Beautiful, huh...
[He fumbles, reaching clumsily down the length of his body and managing to find a few locks of Yuri's hair. It spills through his fingers like silk; entranced, he tries to hold onto it again, and watches it slip free another time.
It's a strangely fascinating way of feeling his arousal build. It's not fast or frenetic, no insistent burn to chase down the edge of his climax. It's more like he's warming slowly in the sun, his nerves coming alight, to the point where he's aching hard and starting to drip in his need, but the urgency just isn't there.]
You can, uh. More, and...not so slow? I think I'm liking it. I'll tell you if I don't.
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( He's thinking he's liking it, huh?
That gets a chuckle form Yuri, who doesn't need telling twice when it comes to indulging his partners in what they're enjoying. Besides, he can feel the other man's comfort for himself: the clench around his finger is tight, to be sure, but it isn't the panicked grip of a body trying to reject what's happening. He's doing well, Yuri thinks, for his first attempt at this, and he decides to take him at his word in giving him 'more' and 'not so slow.' )
If you say so.
( There's a long moment of push-pull as Yuri makes sure he's soft enough for a second finger, which he presses in alongside the first a handful of heartbeats later. It's exciting to feel Balthus's body respond both on his fingers and under his tongue; Yuri leans in to suck at him again, his head bobbing over his lap as he sinks two fingers in to the knuckle.
Honestly? Yuri doesn't really remember what that first time felt like for him. It wasn't the best experience he'd had, but it certainly wasn't the worst, which slaps it squarely in the category of "Forgettable Moments" he's had with other men.
The last thing he wants is for this to be a Forgettable Moment for Balthus, too.
Yuri's fingers press into him in a deep, easy rhythm β one that he matches with luxurious sucks that pull him up and down the dripping length of his dick. His free hand grips at the curve of Balthus's hip as he crooks his fingers inside him, his gesture beckoning, aiming for that electric bundle of nerves that'll hit him like a lightning strike. )
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Yuri's fingers hook, and brush up against something just right, and it's so sudden and sharp and good that his hips jerk and his leg kicks reflexively and he can't help but squirm and keen, shaken by the sudden electric feeling of...of whatever that had been.
That's, he realizes belatedly, what Yuri must've been up to. That's what he knew, what he had up his sleeve when he wanted to try this. That white-hot sensation, that's what he'd wanted him to feel, what he'd invited him to say was too much, if it proved to be too much.
He could come from that, easily. He will, too, if Yuri keeps crooking his fingers like that, blowjob be damned. He could just keep doing that, keep stroking him from the inside, and hell if it wouldn't feel so good to just let that happen.]
More of that. Again.
[Is he demanding, greedy? Of course he is. But that doesn't matter, does it? Not when he wants to feel that again, wants release to take him and hurl him off the precipice to drown in pleasure, and he already knows full well that Yuri isn't likely to deny him anything right now.]
Yuri...!
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( Fortunately for the both of them, Yuri's finding he very much likes this likes demanding, greedy Balthus. He likes that he's finally chasing his pleasure without thinking of propriety, generosity, or consequences; likes that his body rocks and shivers as sensation pulses outwards from his core. A lazy twist of his wrist changes up the way Balthus stretches around the press of his fingersβ )
More, huh?
( His cock slaps back against his hip with a wet little smack as Yuri lets it fall from his lips, his words panted against him even as his mouth curl into a lazy smile. Lips brush against Balthus's thigh again as though on the verge of pampering him with another kiss β only this time there's a flash of teeth, a hint of a smirk, and Yuri indulges in a bite.
His teeth press into Balthus as he pushes his fingers deep inside him again, scissoring just the once β and just a little β before rolling the pads back against the tender knot of his prostate. This time he doesn't let up: Yuri massages him firmly, his hand moving back and forth in tiny increments as he keeps the pressure steady, as his tongue laves the ring of his bite-mark in slow, soft licks all the while ignoring the shine of his dick. )
You gonna come for me, sweetness?
( A light chuckle fans over his cock as Yuri looks up at him through his lashes. )
You gonna make a mess of yourself on a pair of pretty fingers?
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Maybe that will all hit him later — or maybe it won't. Right now the only thing he's got the ability to consider is that Yuri's not even touching his dick anymore and he can still feel the familiar snarl of sharp arousal starting to pull taut inside him, bliss punctuated by the unrelenting pressure of Yuri's fingertips and the sharp pinch of teeth in his thigh.]
Ah — hh, hhah...
[It's strange and new. Even in the past when he's been at someone else's mercy, he's still felt as though he's had some small semblance of control over his own orgasm, some part in the decision-making process of when and how to let it take him, even if the only thing he'd been able to decide was now.
This, he doesn't know how to control. The decision to come is entirely out of his hands.
He's used to climax feeling like a pleasurable punch to the gut, a sharp release like a cord snapping. This seems to take him from the whole body — his toes curl, his thighs quake. The ruby on his pelvis crests and ebbs as his muscles contract; his chest goes tight and his eyes roll back, his lips open as if to cry out but no real sound escapes.
Chevalier glows; the heat radiating from his skin is almost tangible, with how the eruption of pleasure seems to seize his whole body and leave him from the inside out. He's never come like this in his life — and that's probably a good thing as far as his laundry is concerned, given just how much he comes, and for how long.
So to answer Yuri's question — yes, he is going to make a mess of himself, but evidently he's going to take everyone else around with him when he goes.]
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( Watching Balthus come like this is an incredible thing.
Yuri feels it before he sees it: there's a deep clench of muscles as his pleasure pulls in from every corner of his body, arching his back and splaying him open like he wants nothing more than to be devoured. It must be a new sensation for Balthus β the reality of being the one ruined and not the one doing the ruining β and Yuri watches his eyes roll and his lips part as he starts to come, and come, and come. )
Saints, Balthus ...
( "A mess" would be putting it lightly. He'd come a lot at the dock but Yuri assumed that had something to do with their gems; not that he's apparently one of those men blessed with a huge cock and the ability to really leave his partner dripping. He works him through it as well as he can, guiding that deep pulse of orgasm shatters through his body, before gently easing his fingers from the clench of his body so that he can make his way up to his side.
One kiss to his forehead. One kiss to his cheek. One kiss to the panting part of his mouth β followed by a flutter that land against his lips and chin. )
... Still with me?
( Yuri smiles against the curve of his jaw as he drops another soft kiss to his throat, before reaching a hand up to brush dark locks away from Balthus's flushed face. He looks a wreck β something warm unfurls inside him in the knowledge that it's all his own handiwork β and he settles in against the curve of his chest to give him the time he needs to catch his breath. )
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Only now it's a reality. He came that hard and he's more exhausted than he'd been after ten rounds in the ring, and even still his traitorous cock is still half-hard even where it's been left lying against his hip, because that's just how it is when you've got the blessings of Chevalier in your blood, he supposes.
It's Yuri's kisses, though, that really take him apart. If coming like that is what knocked him down, Yuri's soft affection — and the way he makes good on his promise — is what grabs him by the ribcage and pries him open to lay all of him bare.
It's a while before he's able to catch his breath enough even to think; his chest rises and falls at a pace that starts out fast but gradually slows while the endorphins and exhaustion start to seep in. It's probably a good thing he doesn't have orgasms like that on a more regular basis, because it quickly becomes apparent when he starts to talk that his brain-to-mouth filter is gone — not that he ever had much of one to begin with.]
Tell me I make you feel half that good...
[Slowly, his arm drags across the mattress and tries to tighten a little around Yuri, the suggestion of holding him even though he's too tired to really put much effort into it at the moment.]
Guess that means I like it, hah.
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Of course you do.
( Yuri chuckles, dropping another kiss onto Balthus's chest as they lay there enjoying his afterglow. He'd say he's only massaging the truth a little bit: sure, Balthus hasn't yet done anything to pull an orgasm out of him, but in allowing him to be the first person to lay him out like this? Yuri feels like he could take on Edelgard alone β and win. )
Anyway, from my vantage point I'd say you did more than "like it."
( He teases, letting a fingertip slide through the pearly mess spattered across Balthus's stomach and chest. He's idly licking the pad clean when, much to his surprise, he realises that his friend's dick is somehow still hard, which gives him a moment's pause as he lays there with his finger in his mouth. )
... Huh.
( If Balthus's wobbly attempt at holding him wasn't so endearing he'd have pushed up onto an elbow by now to query him. As it is, Yuri wants to lay there under the curve of his arm for a little while longer, and so he satisfies himself by glancing up at him with an eyebrow pointedly raised. )
Although I guess you could have liked it a bit more, if your dick has any say in the matter.
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That's nothing you did or didn't do. Just my Crest.
[Is Yuri — is he licking his — oh, yeah, that semi isn't going away anytime soon, saints above.]
I bounce back fast, remember? Sometimes one go's enough, but sometimes...hah, uh, I guess this is one of those other times.
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( ... Just his Crest? It takes Yuri a second to realise what it is that Balthus means: sure, he's seen Chevalier help him pull off some pretty impressive stunts after taking a beating in battle but the fact that it's also giving him a sex boost?
He couldn't help the laughter that follows even if he wanted to. It's a bright, warm sound that he muffles against the curve of his friend's pectoral: )
Aren't you full of surprises.
( Yuri teases, letting his hand skim down Balthus's side to lightly squeeze around his cock. )
And hey, that kinda works out in my favour as well.
( Yuri's own erection has subsided a little in the soft aftermath of Balthus's orgasm, but the way the squeeze becomes a lazy roll of his fist would suggest he's still eager in carrying on. )
... How about it?
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[He flushes with pleasure, warmed by the sound of Yuri's genuine laughter and the way he presses his mirth against Balthus's chest, letting it ripple along his skin. He likes basking in it so much, in fact, that he almost doesn't notice the movement of Yuri's hand until those wicked fingers are curling around his dick, and then all of a sudden the next breath he sucks in is deeper than before, anticipatory.
...And. He's.
Oh, no, he's the only one who got to come, isn't he? Dammit, what was he thinking, being so selfish?
But — on the other hand...isn't that what Yuri all but told him to do? Relax, and let him take care of him? So maybe it wasn't selfish so much as just...just letting himself accept the spoiling, a little. But he should still do something to make it up to Yuri, he reminds himself. Definitely. It's just the right thing to do.]
Hey, c'mon up here.
[As his strength starts coming back, it's easier to find the willpower to thread his fingers through Yuri's hair and use it like a handle, guiding him up for a kiss.]
I'm pretty sure I know where you're going with this, so...yeah. A dick's not that far off from a couple of fingers, so if you want me like that, too...then yeah. I'm up for it.
[saints preserve this poor dumb idiot and his honest but misguided assumptions about whose dick Yuri wants to go where, here.]
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( Yuri melts into the kiss as Balthus's guides him up to his lips again, allowing himself to just enjoy the way their tongues stroke against each other without any sense of pointed urgency. When they part, however, Balthus takes him by surprise with what he says nextβ
And pulls a warm, amused smile onto the bow of Yuri's lips. )
While that's real sweet of you, friend, and something I'm definitely gonna take you up on at some point soon ...
( Yuri chuckles as he twists his hand around the swell of his cock. )
Right now I'm way more interested in riding thisβ
( A firm squeeze of his dick. )
Until I come all over you.
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Wh— really?
[Sound a little less like a kid given free rein in a candy store, Balthus, maybe try that for a while.]
Oh, yeah. Hell yeah. Damn, Yuri, when I said I wanted you in my lap all night, I meant it, you know?
[And his cock seems to agree, rousing with abrupt interest — and not just from the way Yuri is playing with him, either. #ThanksChevalier]
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( It's difficult not to snort at the other man's enthusiasm β which is wholly endearing, of course, even as it pulls at that warm sensation in his chest to realise that Balthus would offer him that as well. Later on he'll have to remind himself not to read into it too deeply; Balthus has just discovered the joys of prostate orgasms, is all. It's only natural that he'd want to explore the sensation further ...
Right? )
I know.
( Fortunately, it's relatively easy to put such thoughts aside to indulge in a little teasing. Yuri brings Balthus in close again with a fingertip before dropping a soft kiss onto his lips, his smile curving against his mouth as he reaches out for the gleaming curl of ribbon. )
There's something else I'd like to try while I do it, though.
( The satin skims across Balthus's shoulder, cool and smooth, as he pulls back just a little to show him the ribbon: )
Still trust me?
( And look, perhaps he just likes hearing Balthus say it. Yuri props himself up on an elbow before gently thumbing his friend's temple. )
Don't worry, I'm not gonna ask to tie you up. But, if I were to blindfold you ...
( His smile turns mischievous. )
I think you'd look like a damn treat, B.
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It feels good to be asked. All the pleasure in the world, given unilaterally, would still pale next to the simple satisfaction of being asked for that moment's permission and granting it.
Maybe if it were someone else, he'd be reluctant to allow his sense of sight to be stripped away. Certainly he wouldn't be willing to let himself be bound, either. But this...this is going to be good, he thinks. Betting on Yuri is always a reliable bet; he always makes sure he wins.]
Okay.
[It's a softer agreement than his previous enthusiasm, but he doesn't sound anxious so much as just a little uncertain. But still, he reaches for Yuri's hand and brings it down to his lips so that he can kiss at his fingertips, and then guides it down further to rest flat against the rise and fall of his chest, where his heart is beating steadily beneath the muscle.
They did this at the lake, too. A nonverbal take on trust me. It's not a coincidence that he does it again, now.]
Pretty me up. I know you've got me.
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