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[That kind of pick-up line makes Ashe laugh quietly, ducking his head as he looks at Balthus, more at ease. It's that kind of thing that reminds him a bit of Sylvain, but in a good way; Sylvain would say things to compliment Ashe, calling him handsome and reassuring that after everything they would still be friends. And really, that's the most important thing he could ever ask for.

He takes one of Balthus' hands, pressing his cheek into the palm of it, minding the scales and claws and all.]

You really are very sweet. Anyone would be lucky to be with you. So, I'll count myself that much, too.

Thank you.

Ha — got you to loosen up, didn't I?

[With his hand up against Ashe's face, he's perfectly situated to run the side of his thumb over the curve of Ashe's cheekbone, stroking softly.]

I don't want you to be grateful right now. I want you to be interested in me, too.

[He winks.]

You saying it doesn't bother you, that I've made you wait this long without a kiss?

[A warm smile beams on Ashe's face at the thumb, and his blush returns swiftly. Ah, how can he say that he's been interested for awhile now? Balthus has an impressive body and heart alike -- and all the times Balthus checks his crotch gem does not help. Or it helps. Hard to say.

The wink makes him giggle, and he leans in closer, hesitantly putting his hands against Balthus' impressive chest.]

Then kiss me already.

[He's a little unused to Ashe's gentle brand of shyness, truth be told; most of the people he's surrounded himself with over the years have been strong personalities, spitfire women, boisterous men, and his liaisons with them have been equally raucous as a result. Sharing this with Ashe is something new and different from the norm, he muses as he relaxes beneath the pleasant weight of hands coming to rest on his pecs. It's kind of nice, in its own way. The steps are all pretty much the same, but the tempo is slower, that's all.]

That's better.

[With his hand still on Ashe's cheek, he draws him down and in, fitting their lips together easily. The creature in him approves; from the moment their mouths touch, the now-familiar craving in him starts to simmer, insistent on more of this, more attention, more affection, more.]

[To begin with, Ashe has already been warm. Asking Alucard for help had been a temporary fix, calming his driving need until it's spiked again. Here and now, Balthus is also very warm, like glowing coals. He hums against Balthus' mouth and practically melting into it. His is tail thumping against the couch, pleased as he kisses him.

He tips his head, careful with the horn out of his forehead so it doesn't poke Balthus. An arm reaches up, his hand resting on the back of Balthus' head. He doesn't even think, just embraces this moment, like it's natural as he lets these absurd hormones drive him. The other hand is still resting on a pec, absently squeezing without thinking much about it other than how much he is immensely attracted to his friend.]

[He almost laughs when he manages to place the source of the foreign whap-whap sound that starts up shortly after they start kissing; it's nice to know he's not the only one with a tail with a mind of its own. Kissing's a lot safer, too, with them positioned like this, thanks to the way that Ashe's horn angles upwards where it juts out of his head. If he had to lean down to kiss Ashe, he'd risk driving the thing straight into his forehead, but with him underneath and angled up, he can just kind of slide right in under it.

Speaking of sliding, the hand on Ashe's knee is slowly working its way up his leg, following the inside curve rather than the outside one — just exploring, mostly curious yet a little bit scheming, too.]

If you don't like something, say something. Okay?

[He says it breathy and low, each word pressed against Ashe's lips in its turn.]

[The hand sliding over his leg makes him squirm a little, but not bad; he wants Balthus to touch him, and he's just impatient right now. He steals another kiss, brief but eager. It breaks just long enough so he can respond.]

Okay.

[Though honestly he can't imagine what Balthus could possibly do to make him dislike it, but he tells himself: he will be honest, and he won't just roll over and let someone do what they want. Not anymore.]

[The final destination of his hand isn't the growing bulge in Ashe's shorts, but it does make a slight detour in that direction as it continues to skim up his leg; he rotates his hand so his knuckles face out and rubs them back and forth a few times against it before continuing his palm's path upward.

While he keeps Ashe's mouth occupied with kisses, his fingers find their way under the hem of his shirt, sliding blindly up toward where he thinks he'll find one of Ashe's nipples; once he does, his fingers start to circle the nub, flicking and pinching lightly until he's coaxed it as firm as he can.]

[A bit of teasing doesn't hurt, even if there's that base impatient part of him that wants to just pull Balthus' hand down. But Ashe doesn't; he wants to know what Balthus will end up doing.

Which is his fingers dragging over sensitive skin, working over his nipple. Ashe squeaks and whines into Balthus' mouth, pressing against him eagerly. Sylvain did a little bit of this to him before and he'd really liked it. This is no different, just the texture of Balthus' hands being different on account of his transformation, but that's fine. He arches his back greedily, trying to show with body language how much he likes it.]

Mm — here, hang on. I've got an idea.

[It's a shame to have to break away from the kiss, but hopefully Ashe won't mind too much when he catches the hem of Ashe's shirt and bunches it up, then pulls it up his body and holds the folded mass of it in front of Ashe's mouth.]

Hold this for me, would you?

[A makeshift gag that also gets the shirt out of the way — now there's an inspired idea. Particularly when the nub he'd been toying with is looking enticingly red from his efforts, and desperately in need of a tongue working over it to soothe.]

[It takes Ashe a second to understand what Balthus wants from him, but it does click into place. It makes him feel strange, but mostly very desirable -- which is a nice sensation. So he opens his mouth to takes the bunched up front of his shirt into his teeth, leaving his chest and stomach exposed to Balthus.

The feeling of a hot, slick tongue over his nipple is new and makes him bite down hard onto his shirt, shuddering. He can't help but look down, watching Balthus work. It makes his face bright red, but it-- it feels good, being treated like this. And he wants more of that.

Unsure of what to do with his own hands, he rests them against Balthus' shoulders, gently squeezing and feeling the muscles there.]

[A faint whine escapes him, different in nature to the deliberately noisy way he's laving attention onto Ashe's chest, and despite himself he rolls his shoulders up into Ashe's hands a bit, preoccupied but encouraging. More, more of that, more touch. More boldness. More for him to feed off of, in return.

He tends to one of Ashe's nipples awhile, then kisses his way across his chest to find the other and show it the same attention. This time, instead of tugging with his fingers, he nibbles with just the edges of his teeth, setting them and tugging before releasing and circling the nub with his tongue once more.]

[Oh. He never thought that hearing that kind of noise from someone else would spur Ashe on, but it does, knowing he's drawn that out. He practically chews on his own shirt trying to be patient, and occupies his hands. Fingers drag down, tracing over Balthus' biceps, eagerly squeezing them.

He pauses only when Balthus' teeth tug at him, and Ashe jerks under his mouth, moaning around the bunched up shirt in his mouth. Goddess, he's finding he loves that a lot. As if taking a cue from him, Ashe's hands return to Balthus' chest, cupping his pecs and feeling them. One stays, the other is feeling over his abs, shivering and adoring just how beautifully cut Balthus is.]

Seems to me you're sensitive about these, huh, pal...

[He sounds pleased with himself, and why wouldn't he be? He'd gone on a hunt to try to ferret out some of Ashe's favorite places to be touched, and it certainly seems like he's hit on one. Or, well, bit on one, as the case may be.

It's not like he's immune to it, either. Ashe is growing braver now, really feeling him up instead of just touching him reverently, and it's — it's just, it's awfully nice. He's proud of his body; why wouldn't he like having it admired like that?]

Wish I had a mirror in here. The view's amazing.

[He runs one of his hands down Ashe's side, this time deliberately cupping over the tent in his shorts to reward himself with proof of his handiwork.]

Maybe I don't even need to touch you here at all. What do you think?

[Lips tremble over the folded up shirt as he's left alone without any hands on him for a moment. Saliva becomes cold and dries on his skin, his nipples hard and sensitive from the attention they'd been given. He shudders, his fingers digging into Balthus' muscles for a moment.

A mirror -- what, to show Ashe how he looks? Goddess, he must look a mess already. His ears go red at the idea.

Hips jerk up into Balthus' palm eagerly, and he gives a muffled whine. No no no, he wants to be touched there! He tries to say Balthus' name around the shirt, but it mostly comes out as pathetic nonsense.]

[He laughs, amused but kind, at Ashe's little jerk of desperation, and proceeds to take pity on him — getting his waistband loose enough that he can dip his hand inside, aiming to curl his fingers around Ashe's length and hold him near the base.]

Damn. Those noises you're making...

[The end of the sentence escapes him as a satisfied, audible breath, a rasped drawn-out consonant as he slowly starts to stroke him.]

Tell you what, I could listen to 'em all day.

Mmm.

[He doesn't mean to lack any real self-control. Even as he's growing in his experience, he's usually better than this, but he's already trying to rock into Balthus' hand.

His hands paw at Balthus' chest, still wanting to touch him, but terribly distracted with his hand and the teasing words. A couple of others have called the sounds cute and that's fine, but Balthus makes it sound like... like it's more than that, almost more sensual? And he really likes that, likes hearing it.

Ashe's cock twitches in Balthus' hand, long and hard and eager. Very long. Like what the hell, that's almost a third leg long.]

...Uh.

[OKAY, UM. That's a very — that's quite a dick. I mean that's a lot of dick. His hand is moving and he can sense approximately about where the dick should stop and there cease to be any more dick, except that then it doesn't stop and oh, it turns out, yeah, there's still a lot more dick there.

Well, hm. And here he'd been thinking his might send a partner screaming for the hills. Now all of a sudden he's not so worried anymore.]

Hang on, pal, I gotta get a better look at this here.

[Unwilling to just examine by touch alone, he turns his attention to getting Ashe's shorts out of the way so that he can more properly appreciate —

He can't help himself; he wolf-whistles, long and low.]

Damn.

[Oh. Right. Sylvain got a little surprised about this too. Ashe looks down hesitantly as Balthus pulls his shorts out of the way, letting his cock out into the open now.

The shirt rolls out of Ashe's mouth as he decides he should speak now.]

Ah. Is... that okay?

[As if Ashe could do anything about his dick size but y'know.]

Oh, yeah, absolutely. Makes me feel a hell of a lot better about what I've got going on down there.

[Sometimes you just casually compare dick notes with your buds! SOMETIMES THAT'S JUST HOW YOU DO!!]

Not that I'm comparing or anything, just — seems like that's how it goes, yeah? Turn into a monster thing, it affects you everywhere, if you know what I mean.

[He probably shouldn't be idly jerking Ashe off while also trying to have this conversation, but he definitely is, uh, doing that. Yup.]

Edited 2021-05-29 02:37 (UTC)

I-- uh, sort of? I never-- really gave it much thought until recently--

[Oh, it is very difficult to hold a conversation like this with Balthus just casually giving him a handjob. Ashe shudders, pressing into Balthus' hand.

But he isn't content to just sit there and just react. Licking his lips, Ashe lowers his hands to Balthus' waist.]

Can I...? [He reaches to tug at the front of Balthus' pants.]

Yeah. Yeah...I want you to.

[There's only one obstacle between Ashe and his prize: a humble pair of homemade jorts, cut off mid-thigh by some rather sharp claws, probably. He's been professionally commando for the better part of a week now.]

Haah...be honest about what you think, will you? It's not gonna bother me if it startles you or anything.

I don't think you have to worry about that.

[At least with Balthus, he kind of knows what to expect. It's not like anything he's ever worn has done a thing to make it a secret. Ashe undoes the button and zipper before he goes for the plunge.

Oh yeah. That's about as big as he expected. His brows go up despite the fact that knew what was going to happen, and somehow he's still surprised. Ashe is gentle with his touch, but precise despite how distracted he is with Balthus' hand on him. He gives the other man a solid stroke, admiring.]

Wow.

[Ashe, he suddenly recalls in that moment, has nimble hands. Archer's hands. Clever hands, with calloused fingers but a gentle touch regardless. It snatches his breath away, the rougher pads of those deft fingers moving over every swell and ridge and vein of his monster-enhanced length, and for a few beats his own hand falters in its accompanying pace.]

Mm, like that...

[It's nice to be free of the sturdier fabric of his jorts, and taken in the pliable warm flesh of someone's palm instead. It leaves him biting his lip, eyes half-lidded with his enjoyment and approval.]

It's good, yeah? Good for you, too?

[The shape of it is different than a human's, true, but it doesn't really intimidate him. It probably doesn't hurt that the first time he'd even had sex, Dimitri had two tentacles instead of a normal human cock.

And more importantly, he likes seeing that look on Balthus' face.]

Really good.

[There's a small twist of his wrist as he strokes Balthus, letting himself really feel all of him, every ridge and touch.]

C-Can I try something...?

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