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foulplayed) wrote2020-11-25 10:15 pm
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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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. )