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foulplayed) wrote2020-11-25 10:15 pm
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Yuri Leclerc โฆ Fire Emblem: Three HousesRESIDENCE โฆ Emerald District
GEMBOND โฆ Amethyst
"Leave it."
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( Any other time, Yuri might draw back and query the heart-breaking sincerity softening the edges of that confession. That he believes himself lucky do be doing this โ lucky to have him doing this โ isn't the kind of sentiment he isn't used to in this context: this is Balthus, not some pining noble who'd been desperate for Yuri to accompany him home. Balthus, who likes his bets steep, his ale strong, and his women bawdy and beautiful; Balthus, who Yuri can't ever recall making a move on him in Abyss.
Balthus, who seems to think receiving a blowjob from a prostitute is the luckiest he's ever been.
It doesn't make sense โ but then Yuri isn't really in the right state of mind to be querying what is and isn't sensible. The ache echoing through their bond is overwhelmed by the relief, the lust, the desire to press his dick into his mouth, and Yuri takes a moment to rest his cheek against the other man's thigh as he strokes his thumb against the back of his head.
The quiet intimacy doesn't last โ and Goddess, Yuri can't complain. Balthus rolls up into his mouth and Yuri feels something shift into place inside him; he can't quite explain it, but the drag of a dick over his tongue as it stretches his mouth has the gem at his back positively throbbing. He groans softly, then again when the hand in his hair begins to move him, and his lashes flutter closed on a pulse of pleasure that has him squeezing his thighs together beneath the water.
It's a good, wet pace that Balthus sets with each easy pull of his hair, but it's the satisfying fullness of his mouth that Yuri enjoys most of all. The salt-sweet taste of his cock is heavenly: saliva and clear fluid drip from the corners of his lips when he isn't able to swallow around the heft of him, but Yuri seems less concerned about making a mess than he does lavishing his dick with affection. The hand at Balthus's thigh skims up between his legs to roll the weight of his balls into his palm; he squeezes softly, pulls ever so gently, then wraps his hand around the root of his dick to work at the base of him. )
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Mine, they both think at the exact same time, watching the slickness collect in the wake of Yuri's talented mouth, watching the water under the dock ripple as it starts to drop off and tumble down to spatter below. Right now, at least, it's true; this is his, it's theirs, and by now he can tell that the pulsing arousal that's keeping time with Yuri's cadence is coming through their connection as much as it is originating within him.
The rock of his hips is steady now, making the old wood of the dock creak each time he settles back down into it. It adds an interesting woodwind section to the symphony of shuddering breaths and soft noises that keep slipping out of him, spurred on by the added stimulation provided by Yuri's clever hands.
Eventually, though, he bites down on his lip and grunts audibly, and as he does he pulls Yuri back and off of him altogether, craving a few seconds to just look at him and admire his handiwork — flushed lips, disheveled hair, wet chin — and he can't resist taking his cock in hand and dragging the tip of it around Yuri's mouth like it's lip gloss, filthy in the way he wants to further leave his mark.]
Just your tongue, now. I want to see.
[He's greedy, is what he means, and he wants to savor how thirsty Yuri is for his dick. Wants to make a scene of it, wants to carve this memory into his mind and save it for a hundred jerk-off sessions forever after.
Meanwhile, back beyond the edge of the clearing, there's rustling through the undergrowth — someone's moving through the woods, evidently, though they're still far enough off that there's no danger of them stumbling across the lake.
Yet.]
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( Yuri's lips hang open and panting when Balthus pulls him off his cock. They're plump, flushed from use, and already glossy with saliva โ but then Balthus has him squeezing his thighs together again as smears his sticky tip across his mouth to glaze them anew. An indulgent smile settles on his lips as he chases it with his tongue, lapping over the silk-smooth of his head, his expression one of near dreamy contentment as he's given a moment to catch his breath. )
Yeah? My mouth wasn't enough?
( It's just a playful tease โ the throb of their bond is enough for Yuri to know that 'enough' isn't really what this is all about. This is about savouring a moment until they've wrong it of every opportunity to feel good; this is two people putting aside their doubts and hang-ups to show each other a new kind of trust. Yuri chuckles against the curve of his dick before kissing a sticky trail down to the base, the follows each ridge and vein back up to the tip with languid swipes of that velvet tongue. )
There's really no pleasing some guys.
( And if Yuri is at all concerned by the idea of being discovered? It certainly doesn't show on his face. In fact, Balthus might even notice a frisson of strange excitement ripple from one side of the bond to the other; a twisted, naughty anticipation at the idea of someone happening across them and seeing the the treat Yuri has all to himself. Let them see, he hums to himself, his palms easing back up Balthus's thighs to curl over his hips. Let everyone see how he caught himself the finest man in Noctium; let them see that he'll kiss and lick and suck him so well that he'll always be compelled to find his way back to him.
... He isn't teasing any more. This time when he opens his mouth it's to roll his tongue up the underside of his dick; Yuri laps at it hungrily, saliva dripping from his chin as well as Balthus's cock as he teases hot, sensitive flesh. Chevalier spills Ruby light over his mouth and lips as he worships him โ his licking is somehow noisier than his sucking โ and when he pauses to wrap his lips around the head for a lazy suckle he can't help but moan as more pre-cum coats his tongue. )
Fuck ...
( Yuri breathes, one hand moving to fist his cock in tight, quick strokes as he licks the flavour from his lips. )
How come we never did this before, huh?
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[Well, well, and isn't that an admission. Sometimes it's easy to forget about the span of years and experiences separating them because of how close in time it's brought their respective ages. But then there are times like this, when Balthus's now overlaps with Yuri's then and comparisons between the two yield all sorts of interesting things, spilling secrets about things that have likely been running through his counterpart's mind for half a decade now, because he'd already started thinking them back in their shared past.]
You saying I live through a war with you and I never —
[But whatever that sentence was going to be, it's cut short as Yuri does something terribly interesting with his tongue, and he's already more than keyed up from the change of positioning and pace, because as much as he'd relished the sight of his cock disappearing into Yuri's mouth, the present lewd and lusty act is really, really doing it for him. His chest is heaving, his breathing ragged; by now his eyes are more red than they are brown, and the thrum of his gemstone is a persistent reciprocal loop, pouring Yuri's possessiveness and arousal into him and flushing out all of his own right back.]
— Yuri...
[He can't even tell if his impending climax owes more to his dick or to his eyes. It's not like it really matters; he can feel it twisting, a molten-hot coil curling in on itself, the tension pulling tighter and tighter until he can feel his control start to fray. His tail is lashing now; his claws dig gashes into the wood of the dock, carving out grooves with the ease of a knife through butter. Balthus was here, the defaced planks will say forever after by implication, and he got the BJ of the century while he was at it.
A little more, and he's done for — and it'll be messy, and satisfying, and euphoric.
Of course, that's assuming Yuri lets him come at all, which still remains to be seen.]
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( Oh, Yuri will let Balthus come. He wants to watch him fall apart under his lips and tongue โ wants to feel him twitch and pulse and paint his mouth with spend โ and he wants to soothe him through the aftermath with a sweet flutter of kisses and kitten-licks just to see if he can make him whine. That single-minded focus is strong enough that Balthus's confession doesn't quite register straight away; the fact that he never got his act together is something he'll have to come back to another, less horny time. )
That's right ...
( Say his name, B.
Yuri slaps the head of his dick against his tongue a few times before stroking him into his mouth with a slick pull, his cheeks flushed a hectic pink and his lashes damp from his hungry efforts. The sound of wood splintering behind them only encourages him on; Yuri bobs his head over his lap, sucking him deep and hard until the slick sound of flesh gives way to a lusty, panting gasp. )
C'mon, handsome.
( A smirk touches the corner of his lips, flashing teeth, and for a moment Yuri seems less a Merrow and more the wolf who has long since turned cornering his prey into an art form. Yuri rubs his lips along the underside, his lashes slung low as he swirls his tongue around the head of his dick: )
Give me what I want. All of it, Balthus.
( Before setting it back against his tongue to pump him into that open mouth. )
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He doesn't so much tip over the edge into orgasm as he does hurtle into the chasm of it like he's been fired out of a ballista from twenty feet back. Chevalier burns bright like a dying star where it's set above his dick, throwing a redder glow over his already-flushed skin as his hips lose their previous rhythm and simply jerk up desperately into Yuri's waiting mouth and laving tongue. Later, he'll have the presence of mind to hope that he didn't make Yuri choke on him by mistake, doing that — but by the same token, it's Yuri, so really as long as his dick is still attached when all is said and done, any sins he may or may not have committed were probably forgivable ones.
His chin drops to his chest; a few stray locks of his usually smoothed-back hair fall loose and tumble haphazardly across his sweat-beaded brow, rumpled and disheveled around his nubs of horns. He lips are going to chap and crack from how much and how hard he's been biting them, but it's not as though it's any sort of damper on the soft keening noises that are rattling around in his throat anyway.
It builds, and builds, and builds — and then it snaps.
He doesn't actually remember tearing the plank of wood clear out of the dock. He does remember his vision going white while his hips snapped up of their own volition. He remembers hearing a sound halfway between a grunt and a moan that, come to think of it, he probably made himself. And he remembers in a somewhat abstract sense that apparently creatures like him are designed to spend a lot, because the climax that takes him seems to go on for a week at least, but then again, maybe that's just the effect that Yuri has on him.
He better not mention that part, later on. He'll never live it down.
Eventually, he realizes that the arm that's holding him up is shaking like a leaf, and in his other hand he's holding a brand new half-plank chunk of wood splintered off from the hole he's just torn in the dock, and his mouth is wet and he can't seem to fill his lungs no matter how much he breathes. Yuri asked him for all of it, and he's pretty damn confident he delivered on that request, because if there's anything left in him right now, it sure as hell doesn't feel like it.]
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( The thing is, this isn't the first time Yuri has heard the little noises that slip out of Balthus during sex. Abyss isn't exactly a large town: while they'd had a kind of unspoken agreement not to bring their casual hook-ups back to the shared space of their dorms, there had been times when Yuri had gone searching for his friend a little too hard and ended up finding him ... otherwise occupied.
It had always been easy to laugh it off โ he doesn't doubt Balthus has caught him once or twice as well โ but Seiros, being the one to elicit such sounds is absolutely no laughing matter. They seem somehow sweeter in the knowledge that each keening whine is for him; Yuri basks in it, those violet eyes gleaming with pleasure as he watches Balthus's faceโ
The sudden force of his orgasm all but takes his breath away. Yuri feels the moment that the tight coil inside him finally buckles beneath his need; the dick in his mouth flexes with every pulse as the dock crunches and shatters behind him, spattering the back of Yuri's mouth, his lips, his cheeks, even stringing pearls of it into his hair. There's so much of it โ more than there should be โ but that just makes him greedier, and he swallows as much as he can as he works him through his climax.
He couldn't say how long they spent suspended in Balthus's pleasure. It isn't until he feels the other man trembling that Yuri realises that it's over: that he's sticky-slick with come and that Balthus's cock has finished throbbing, leaving the both of them dazed and a little light-headed in the aftermath of such intensity. Unthinking, he swipes the pad of his finger over his lower lip to suck away the gloss of cum: )
Mm.
( And then he licks his lips properly, before letting his gaze drift to the plank of wood in Balthus's clawed hand. )
... Wow. You broke the dock.
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Damn, he came all over Yuri's face. If this is the point where he dies, at least he'll die a contented man — it's a hell of a good look for him, and that strange little compulsion that insists mine, mine, mine inside him is pleased by it.]
...Take it as a compliment, I guess.
[...Shit, he actually did break the dock. Just ripped a piece right out of it! Hopefully that's not the kind of thing you can get arrested for around here. It's just some old dock, though, so maybe it'll be fine?
Anyway.]
Lemme catch my breath, and then it's your turn. Fair's fair.
[I think it came from over there, says the other hiker, as they change directions and start to head for the lake.]
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( Yuri glances towards the rustle of the underbrush as the voices increase in volume. Now that he isn't on the business end of Balthus's cock he's able to spare a thought towards their surroundings โ or, more specifically, the fact that they've chosen to do this in a spot that could be considered shamelessly public. What had seemed like a smug act of possession only moments ago now seems ... alright, still a little thrilling, but some part of him is acutely aware that getting caught by strangers likely won't be a fun experience. )
Looks like my turn might have to wait.
( He replies, his gaze sliding back towards Balthus. If he's bothered by the fact that he's still spattered with come it doesn't show as he hauls himself up again, this time sitting side-saddle with two legs instead of a tail curling around Balthus's lower half. A hand lifts to cup the other man's jaw, his thumb brushing along the curve of a sun-kissed cheekbone: )
Just follow my lead, yeah?
( What's the worst that could happen?
The snap of branches underfoot grows nearer as Yuri leans in to catch Balthus's lips in a tender kiss. It's different to the few they shared earlier โ this kiss isn't all lust and heat, but rather an offering of trust that echoes deeply through their bond, and Yuri's hand drifts up to tangle in Balthus's hair as he slips his tongue into his mouth. It's purely instinctive on his part: Yuri knows that his kiss will help Balthus breathe, and he knows that sharing the world beneath the surface will be rewarding for both of them, and so he doesn't think twice when he breaks the kiss to nudge the tips of their noses together. )
I promise you'll be okay.
( And just like that, Yuri tips sideways off the end of the dock to pull Balthus down into deep, clear waters. )
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Balthus isn't the brains of this particular duo even on his best day, so he's definitely not the brains of the outfit when only about a quarter of it is even still working in the wake of their earthshattering (dock-shattering) little liaison. Nobody's going to look to him for a plan, unless the plan can be solved by hitting something repeatedly with his fists. Even he instinctively looks to Yuri for what to do, first and foremost, rather than trying to formulate his own opinion and then compare it to everyone else's. Life's less complicated that way. Also, the results tend to be a lot more elegant and a lot less brute force.
So he doesn't really question it when Yuri comes hopping up next to him and cuddles right up on him, guiding his attention with a hand and a thumb and a soft word. He just turns his head like he's supposed to, and gets rewarded with a kiss for it. He just melts into it, and gives himself over to whatever Yuri wants, and his answer comes in the form of an entirely new sort of sensation resonating through their bond.
It's the stark opposite of how he'd felt with his hands bound and his friends Silenced, watching Yuri pace back and forth like the villain in some Enbarr opera. What he'd felt then had been cold and sharp and hollow; this is warm, and soft, and encompassing.
The noise he makes in the back of his throat is — puppyish, almost. Uncertain. Hopeful. And there are fingers in his hair and a tongue in his mouth and the words I promise ringing in his ears, and he's just about to shape his still-sensitive mouth into the word okay when all of a sudden they're pitching off the dock, and with a resounding splash the whole world cascades into a tidal wave.]
...!
[The creature sharing his body isn't made for water; quite the opposite, it's a being whose natural home is an inferno, dry and hot and volatile. It's only to be expected that as soon as it's submerged, it tries to beat its wings and flick its tail and haul him back up to the surface to escape this hostile environment as quickly as possible.
But he gets nowhere with that, and he realizes too late that it's because rather than bobbing back up to the surface, he's actively being pulled down — down, down, further away from air, further away from the light overhead, down into water and more water and more water still. In his alarm, the last of his breath escapes out of his lungs in an awkward burble; urgently now, he starts to look for whatever it is that's tethering him in the deep, desperate to cut himself loose and chase after the air he's just lost —
But it's a flash of purple that he sees when he looks for the hostile condition. A purple scaled tail made more beautiful by being in its natural element, the precise way he isn't, and he gawks as his gaze goes from the scales to their arms in search of Yuri's face.
I promise you'll be okay, he'd whispered.
Yuri didn't bother to warn them, the last time he played a hand of cards whose faces only he knew. This time he asked to be trusted.
The devil can hate this all it wants. The devil doesn't matter right now.
Balthus matters. And to Balthus, Yuri matters.
And so Balthus trusts him.
(But he's keeping his stupid hunk of wood, thank you very much.) ]
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( For Yuri, the return to the water is a welcome change. Movement is easier here, and there's no discomfort from having to hang off the edge of the wooden dock โ a piece of which Balthus has thoughtfully brought with him, he realises, just in case he finds himself missing the surface too much. An amused smirk settles on his lips as he pulls him through the water, bright shafts of light glancing off them as they move, until they're deep enough that fingers of sun dipping into the lake have faded to a a pale glow.
There.
Safe from prying eyes.
Yuri releases his hold on Balthus carefully, his hands stroking his cheek and side the same way he'd soothe a panicked horse. The Merrow within him is soft with pleasure but he's aat least vaguely aware that Balthus doesn't belong โ that without the fresh bond of trust this would likely be a terrifying experience for him. Trapped at the bottom of a lake, thinking the wobbling bubble rising to the surface was his last gasp of air ...
Oh, right.
Yuri corkscrews around Balthus just the once before touching his throat, then his chest, unable to communicate with words but trying hard with actions to let him know that he can breathe. He takes one of the Devil's hands and places it against his own chest before pulling in an exaggerated breath, demonstrating, before moving it back to Balthus's and gesturing for him to do the same.
Breathe, Balthus. Yuri peppers kisses over his cheeks, his lips, his jaw, then brings their mouths together again, kissing him soundly as his tail curls around the curve of the other man's ankle.
Breathe.
Everything will be okay. )
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So on some level, it feels like he'd have to be crazy to breathe in right now. It's dark down near the bottom of the lake, and he doesn't even know if he could manage to swim back up to the surface before his lungs give out, but the monster in him at least wants to try. He's going to have to make a decision fast, though; his chest is straining, his lungs tight, and soon he's not going to be able to hold off the reflex any longer.
But Yuri's there. Touching him, soothing him, coaxing him. He mimes something — throat, chest — and then tries to show him the same thing, urging him on.
Yuri...thinks he can breathe, huh? Maybe that's what he was getting at, then. Promising he'd be okay. Knowing all along that he'd be all right, air or not, because he could just...do this.
Tentatively, against all his better rational judgment, he inhales — and the burning in his lungs alleviates, as blessed cool relief flows over them. No more straining. No more fighting. He's okay. He can breathe.
Wide-eyed, he's just about to signal an astonished I can breathe! at Yuri somehow, except that before he can start to do it, Yuri's on him, kissing him, and he doesn't want to think about breathing anymore because he wants to think about being kissed. The tension rushes out of him like a puppet with its strings cut, and he lets the water and Yuri's presence hold him up for the time being, kissing and breathing and getting a little drunk on the relief of it all.
His arms, thick with scales, wrap carefully around Yuri's waist, and he gathers him in close as best he can; almost tiredly, he brings his head down and kisses against the juncture where Yuri's neck meets his shoulder, a move chosen for its intimacy yet mostly free of amorous overtones.
Thank you, he mouths against Yuri's skin, and hopes he'll understand it even through the muddling of the surrounding water. You've got me. I'm okay.]
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( Balthus chest expands and contracts in a deep, life-giving pull, and Yuri all but sags against him in relief. If he could press closer then he would; thick arms settle around his waist to keep him held in close to Balthus, and he lets his own drape around the neat cut of his waist as they hold each other in the quiet. The moment seems strangely timeless: lips touch Yuri's neck as he splays his fingers against the small of his back, and he can feel the soft brush of words against his skin that seem to be shaping themselves into thanks.
He wouldn't necessarily know of Balthus's gratitude from touch alone, but the Synchrony certainly helps. A wash of relief floods their bond as Balthus settles there in his arms, his lips against his neck and his body no longer fighting against the weight of the water. Watery light glances across them as they settle there together, and contented little smile brushes Balthus's temple as Yuri turns his face towards him.
The urgent sense of need is cooler down here than the wildfire heat they'd experienced together on the surface. Perhaps it's something to do with the fact that Balthus just survived what was essentially a near-death experience โ another one orchestrated by the hand of his Boss.
Yuri doesn't feel guilty yet, but there's always later. Right now the only thing that seems to matter is the fact that Balthus is happy again, and he runs his hands up and down the space beneath his wings as his tail squeezes fondly at his leg. )