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BALTHUS VON ALBRECHT ✦ FIRE EMBLEM: THREE HOUSES
RESIDENCE ✦ Residency
GEMBOND ✦ Ruby

"Hah! What's on your mind, pal?"

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[foulplayed]

( Sacha can hear that desperate edge in Balthus's voice — and for a moment he's struck with how powerful it makes him feel to know that his lover is whining and begging for something from him. It feels ... important, somehow, and Sacha decides then and there that this is something for him to cherish — something he'll only ever do to soak Balthus — his Balthus — in the pleasure he deserves. He laps at him softly before lifting up just enough to press a sweet kiss to his inner thigh: )

See? Still being good for me ... still telling me what you need.

( Violet eyes filled with adoration search for Balthus's gaze as, slowly, Sacha slides one of his hands over his lover's hip to come to rest against his waist. )

I'm here, Sweetness. I've got you. Hold my hand, yeah?

( Light kisses flutter their way back down to his hole, still wet and shining from the attention he's been laving against it. Sacha nuzzles softly, his lips dragging over his entrance before he presses a kiss against it properly: )

And since you'll have a hand free, how about this: I want you to suck your fingers for me. Get them nice and wet, then after you come again I want you to fuck me with them.

[ashenputtel]

[It feels like he could cry, almost, just from the sweet relief of hearing those three easy words — hold my hand. In another place and time, maybe he'd feel stupid and self-conscious for being so comparatively needy, but right now the only thing that seems to matter is the gentle encouragement in Sacha's tone, and the feeling of sliding his own hand down to find Sacha's fingers where they're waiting for him on his belly.

It's such a small thing, but he feels better already — and it's not just the way that the touch anchors him, but the tenderness of treating it as though he'd done something good by asking, like there's nothing he could do right now that would result in admonishment or disapproval, so long as he's trying to ask for the things he wants, and to let himself want them to begin with.

Clumsily, he tries to get his other hand up to his mouth, accidentally bumping himself in the chin while he tries to remember how to fit fingers between lips. But it feels good to have something to center himself on, too, and his hips rock a little more steadily as some of his anxiousness quiets, and he starts messily pushing his own fingers in and out of his mouth.]

I want that, too...

[He mumbles, the syllables running together as his thoughts spiral away from him, as he feels himself getting close again.]

Inside. Touch me inside...please...?