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[foulplayed]

« mocking.bird » TEXT ✧ AUDIO ✧ VIDEO ✧ ACTION Yuri Leclerc ✦ Fire Emblem: Three Houses
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"Leave it."

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[foulplayed]

( Yuri groans low in the back of his throat when Balthus snaps to attention — not just because it's desperately arousing to know that he's that eager to please (or indeed, that eager to follow his direction), but because of the way it shifts the press of his cock inside him. As Balthus moves so too does his pleasure, pushing at different parts of that tight, slight channel, and Yuri has to grip onto Balthus's shoulders as his crosses his ankles at the base of the other man's back.

It's — so much. It's so much and Yuri near sobs with it, stripped bare of his defences and utterly opened to the man beneath him. He hadn't expected sex with Balthus to be quite like this, sure, but maybe that's just a testament to his own stupidity — especially as the bond of Synchrony between them beats a pulse of emotions both old and new.

Here I am.

Yuri hears it, sure, but it's the fact that he feels it in his blood that really takes his breath away. He nods distractedly in the split second before Balthus sweeps him up in a kiss, his hips rolling in tight, tiny little movements that both stir his cock inside him and rub his own up against hard, damp abs. )

Yours.

( The last time he'd said it and meant it, he'd been seventeen years old. He's said it a lot since — some of his clients wanted that fantasy, and he'd been willing to give it to them for good coin — but the real thing is something that reaches in deep and clutches tightly at his heart. Fingers rub over his Sapphire and Yuri cries out into the kiss, drops his head back on a tiny whimper— )

I'm gonna— Balthus, I'm—

( His thighs squeeze tight around him as he surges back and forth over his lap as best he can, his pleasure winding tighter and tighter behind his balls as he tries to hold on just a few seconds longer. )

C'mon, show me you're mine, mine—!

( Yuri's orgasm is brutal. His body pulls into a shaking arc as he shudders into stillness, his cock jerking between them as he spatters Balthus's stomach with streaks of pearly white. It's like coming untouched while also having his prostate rubbed as an afterthought; more like an orgasm ripped from him simply from the deep, overwhelming press of being taken so deeply by someone who means so much to him.

It ripples through him for what feels hours. Yuri clings to Balthus as he trembles, his lashes damp and his eyes dreamily glazed, his body flexing and clenching around his cock with each deep pull of pleasure wrought out of him from his orgasm. )

[ashenputtel]

[People say things in the heat of passion, Balthus knows, that feel right to say in the moment, irrespective of the realities that wait for them in the world they've abandoned outside the circle of each others' arms. There's a lot of reality that comes attached to a promise like yours, and Yuri is a magnificent kaleidoscope of a man, too multifaceted for Balthus to ever delude himself into thinking they'll ever all belong to him. The Savage Mockingbird can't be tamed, and shouldn't be; his sharp beak and talons shouldn't be ground down into softer rounded-off edges. He'll never be ranked higher than the Boss of Abyss. The former whore from the streets of Enbarr chewed up his own heart and swallowed it long ago, to make certain it could never be used against him.

But that's not really what it's about at all, when they breathe these things to each other. It's not about owning each other, possessing each other. It's that — that something about this is right, and there's no sense in denying it or running from it. It's that it feels right for their lives to be tangled up like their bodies are in this moment, connected to each other in a way that no chaos or strife can truly tear asunder. It's that as a duo they're both better than they are in isolation, that as partners they're somehow greater than the sum of their parts.

It's not about belonging to each other. It's about belonging together. It's about shedding the denial and pretense that would've had them thinking they could ever live out their days any other way, that they haven't already been bound by blood and covenants since the moment their fates first intertwined.

Mine.
Yours.]

Yours —

[The only reason he manages to hold out his own orgasm a few seconds beyond Yuri's is that — well, in part because this is his second of the night, but mostly it's that he doesn't want to let anything, even his own pleasure, distract him from the way Yuri looks in the moment climax takes him. He's never seen Yuri like this, drunk on passion and crying out as he's overwhelmed with it. He's never seen him lose control like he surrenders it in that moment, giving himself over entirely to euphoria, unmindful of anything else but drowning in the cresting waves of his own satisfaction.

His ruby glows like fire as it's spattered in Yuri's release; it's the snap of some new connection that drags him into the onslaught of Yuri's orgasm and finally plunges him deep into his own. His vision whites out, exploding at the edges until eventually it's all he can see, sweating palms and shaking hands and heat trembling around him as he releases hard and deep inside Yuri with one last jerk of his hips.

(He doesn't mean to bite, but he's pretty sure he does. Yuri's lovely bare shoulder is right there, and it feels so natural to duck his head and set his teeth and just —

Well, that's a problem for a future Balthus, anyway.)

But soon enough, as blissful floating exhaustion starts to overtake him, it becomes apparent that he's not going to be able to hold himself upright for very much longer, and the last thing he wants is to carelessly fall back and jostle Yuri along with him when he's probably still so sensitive from the absolutely earthshattering fucking he's just had. So he draws one of his hands off Yuri's Sapphire and slowly brings it around and up his body, gently petting at his hair with careful sweetness, mindful of how shaken they both are in the aftermath as the adrenaline starts to wind down.]

M'gonna move you, jus' a little, promise...

[He's slurring his words a little at the edges, consonants getting lost in his lack of desire to do much of anything but mumble. As gently as he can, he eases them both back, sinking down until his sweat-drenched shoulders are flat against the blankets and Yuri's guided down on top of him, where he doesn't have to hold himself up any longer, but can just rest and breathe and recover cuddled up in the safety of Balthus's arms.

He's never felt richer than he does in that moment, holding Yuri, floating on their shared bliss, bound up in a reciprocal loop to where he doesn't know which bits of afterglow are his and which are Yuri's anymore. He blinks his eyes and his vision blurs, and he doesn't know whose that is, either.

It doesn't matter. It's theirs. It's all theirs.]

[foulplayed]

( Balthus's bite brings Yuri back into his own body. It's a bright pain that sears through his shoulder as heat fills and paints his insides, his already unfocused eyes glassing with the overabundance of sensation sending his body into more weak spasms. He feels bruised and soft in the best way possible — his lips, his shoulder, the tight clench of his hole — and for a time it's all he can do to sit there holding on to him as he tries to catch broken little breaths.

It had never been like this with Pieter. It had never been like this — two souls meeting in perfect harmony, anchoring themselves to one another — and for a moment he's tempted to fall back on old habits and flinch away from the idea of having something truly his own in his life. That's how things end up getting wrecked, right? That's how people end up being able to hurt him — Balthus himself, and the people who'd use Balthus to get to the Savage Mockingbird.

Yuri shivers in his arms, the mist in his own eyes beading onto his lower lashes as he closes his eyes against the fear.

If I ever really hurt you, I don't know if I could live with myself.

Balthus's words stir in the back of his mind as he's guided down against his chest. Yuri had believed him the, hadn't he? In a way he supposes he's always believed him; Balthus has proven himself willing to die for Yuri's cause many times over since he found his way into Abyss. It's why, after the war, he'd felt compelled to keep him wrapped up warmly in the fold of his people; why he'd wanted to make sure Balthus was as taken care-of as possible when despair came knocking at his door.

Them.

Together.

It melts through their bond and writes itself across Yuri's heart, prompting him to kiss and nuzzle his way up until he finds Balthus's lips again. This time when their lips meet it's with a new kind of tenderness — unhurried, gentle — and Yuri lifts a hand to touch shaking fingertips to the curve of his friend's cheek. )

Stay?

( Sure, sheer exhaustion was always going to claim them before one of them had the chance to start making excuses, but right now it seems important for Yuri to be explicit about how much he wants to wake up in Balthus's arms. His eyes are still damp as he props himself up against his chest, but for the first time in a long, long time, Yuri doesn't try to hide the fact that he's feeling. )

Stay the night. Here, with me.

[ashenputtel]

[They don't tell you at orientation, Balthus reflects drowsily as Yuri's kisses start to flutter up his neck, that Synchrony is going to feel like this. There wasn't some brochure out there that mentioned how it'd feel to snap a connection like this one into place, how it'd feel to feel all the things that someone else is feeling too, and sort of lose track of where they end and you begin. It's really awfully nice, but more even than that, it's intimate. Like this, he couldn't hide his feelings from Yuri even if he wanted to. And like this, he catches little glimpses and tastes of things that maybe, maybe, he's not supposed to.

Yuri's flicker of apprehension feels like the sting of a papercut — minor enough that it's there and gone again in a flash, but sudden enough that he can't not pay attention to it. But in the same heartbeat that he experiences it, he can also feel Yuri rallying against it, pushing back against the impulse of fear and flight, determined not to let his worst impulses get the better of him —

And he really didn't think he could get any warmer, any more adoring, than he already is right now, but then Yuri goes and does that, shoving away his instincts in favor of faith, and Balthus feels like he's floating and falling all over again.]

'Course I will.

[He says it like there was ever any doubt, but still — it's nice to be asked. To be wanted. To have a place that's for him for a while, not just a borrowed bed and an empty morning lying in wait for him after.

Yuri's eyes are wet, gazing at him, and Balthus feels pretty much the same, but they can't both get all misty-eyed right now so he cocks the edge of his mouth up in a tired grin instead.]

Gotta make sure I didn't kill you with all that, right?

[But then he softens again, still smiling, and lets levity melt into gentleness.]

I'll stay. I'll stay, I promise.