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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.]

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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...?

Sure you can.

[He ducks in, kissing messy and fast against Ashe's mouth, humming approval even as his own hand continues to run the unusual length of Ashe's cock, down then up and a caress of his thumb at the head, then back again.]

Show me what you're cooking up in that pretty head of yours.

[Balthus calls him pretty. He really is very good at making Ashe feel good about himself, good and actually desirable. He's distracted briefly by that, the kiss, and the hand stroking him so thoroughly.

Right. Okay. He wanted... to try something.]

I... I want to try to use my mouth on you.

Well. I'm not gonna say no to that.

[A little regretfully, he relinquishes his hold on Ashe's cock, in favor of reaching up and curling his fingers around the horn jutting from his forehead instead. This one's somewhat more deadly than the other, so rather than letting his palm get anywhere near the wicked tip of the horn, he settles for just rubbing lightly around the base of it instead.]

Be careful with this, though, will you? You'll get me right through the gut otherwise.

[Decidedly not sexy, that particular outcome. He doesn't sound particularly ruffled about it, though, just idly speculative.]

[It's obviously a different feeling having Balthus' hand on his horn, but it feels oddly intimate anyway, the way he just rubs at it idly. Granted, he'd rather have the hand on his dick, but that won't work for what Ashe wants to try to do.

He makes his way to sit on the floor between Balthus' legs, his hooves sliding across it. A hand holds and strokes at the base of the cock in front of him.]

Then... just hold onto that and make sure I don't do any harm.

[And also because it feels just kind of nice that Balthus is holding him there.

Shyly, Ashe lowers his head, giving the tip of the cock in front of him a kitten lick, experimenting with the flavor. It's about what he expects, so settling with that he bows his head a little more to put is lips around the head, rubbing his tongue against him.]

[He's trying his absolute damnedest not to let himself think of Ashe's horn as a convenient handle for when he ducks down and starts to get to work. To his credit, he mostly succeeds, pushing the notion out of his head in favor of thinking instead about how good it feels on a personal level to have his own stubby horns scratched around the base. Maybe it's the same for Ashe; he'd prefer it if there were some way he could give some pleasure back, even when he's the one on the receiving end of it himself.]

There you go. Nice and eas— ah...

[A hand on his cock had been awfully nice; a clever tongue working around the head of it is a dozen times better, and this time he gasps outright, trying not to buck hard up into the sudden sensation. By the time Ashe has his mouth closed around him, Balthus is biting his lip, trying to keep himself well-behaved even as his clawed fingers curl a little possessively around Ashe's horn.]

Ngh...

[Sylvain had swallowed all of Ashe with what appeared to be little effort, but then he's been doing this for awhile so that makes sense. It'd felt ridiculously good at the time, and while Ashe relishes that memory he's wanted to try it for himself. Hearing the results come out as noise for Balthus is more satisfying than he'd expected; Ashe closes his eyes and presses down to take a bit more into his mouth.

He won't get far, and he doesn't plan to. A couple of inches into his mouth is about all he can manage, his hands stroking where his mouth can't reach. He swallows, and idly sucks on where is mouth is, letting his tongue lazily move over his friend's cock.

Eventually, he pulls back for air, still unused to this, his lips shiny with spit as he pants. More confident this time, he goes back down, giving a wet, messy kiss to the tip.]

[There's a notion that occurs to him, almost absently, as he watches Ashe work his way up to sucking on him — something that goes hand in hand with the way he'd phrased his request before, I want to try. He didn't just ask to do it, did he? He wanted to try. And with the way he's going about it, the kitten licks and the careful testing of the fit and the experimental way he moves his tongue around...

Shit, is this — is this the first time he's ever...?

The hand that isn't curled around Ashe's horn comes up in a rush to clasp over Balthus's mouth, stifling a faint moan as his cheeks go hot. It shouldn't be nearly as arousing a thought as it evidently is, to think that this might just be Ashe's very first time even attempting something like this, and he's — he's giving that to Balthus. Firsts mean something, they always do, and he's giving that memory to him.

Well, fuck.]

Ashe...

[His voice is more than a little strangled; his cock seems to agree, twitching in interest aroused by his train of thought.]

U-Under, there's a — with your tongue, you, you gotta just...

Mm?

[In his mouth he feels the twitch, and Ashe looks up, confused for a moment. Seeing Balthus like that makes him squirm a little; he isn't sure if he's doing a good job, but all that's really important is that the other man is enjoying himself.

And, apparently, full of advice. Pulling his head back a little, he swallows air.]

O-okay.

[Eager to do a good job, Ashe goes back down, opening his mouth. Under? He tries to understand and finds himself rolling his tongue down, under the head, letting it move along the underside of where he can reach.]

Yeah...yeah, like that...

[It's a different experience, giving direction to someone who already knows what they're doing — most of the people he's ever slept with in his life, for example — versus someone for whom the feedback is instructive. It makes him shiver a little, the notion of it coiling up in his stomach in an abruptly pleasant way; he's never considered himself a teacher of anything in particular, but the idea of teaching Ashe something like this is...

Unexpectedly arousing, actually.]

If you can't —

[He swallows a sudden lump in his throat, never taking his eyes off Ashe as he gently moves his hand to the back of his head.]

There's a lot you can do with your mouth that doesn't need...a lot of room. It feels damn good to be inside, so...make that a treat. A reward. When I do something you like.

[He pets his hand through Ashe's hair, suddenly deeply affectionate.]

You're the one in charge when you're like this...you know that, yeah?

[A tiny whine escapes him at the fingers in his hair, finding himself pressing a bit more down. He takes more than he'd expected, but still hardly even halfway. Hopefully it's enough; he tries to not worry about it, instead letting himself idly suckle with his mouth, which is something he finds oddly calming.

He's in charge. What a funny thought, but he thinks it must be true; he felt like he was almost under a spell, letting Sylvain suck him off before.

Fortunately, his hands know what to do, even if the angle is different. The rest of Balthus is stroked slowly and casually. One hand reaches down, gently fondling at the sac.]

That's it. Yeah, that's...

[It's everything he can do, not to jerk his hips up abruptly as the three-pronged stimulation makes him suck a sharp breath again. It's true it's not the most well-executed blowjob he's ever had, but in the places where confident technique isn't there, Ashe's earnest and honest desire more than fills in the gaps.]

You've got such a hot little mouth, you know.

[He pets the back of Ashe's head again, careful not to scratch with his claws.]

[Hot little mouth. A groan rumbles around Balthus' cock, Ashe's brows knitted; he likes hearing that, being wanted. The reassurance, the fingers in his hair petting him. His lips tremble, and he pushes down a little more, just pushing himself a bit more, making it past halfway--

And then he has to stop. There's so much in his mouth, the tip not quite in his throat. He lets out a whine as he slides off of it, wet and mess, the cock popping out of his mouth noisily. Spit is all over his mouth, and he's panting openly as he tries to catch his breath. He finds himself almost unbearably hard now.]

Balthus.

[It's a new thing to discover about himself, that he actually likes doing this to someone else. Hearing their praise, hearing the comments. Ashe paws at his thighs, squirming to get back onto his hooves.]

H-Hgh...!

[He has to bite down on one of his scaly knuckles, finally losing control of himself as Ashe slides off his cock and his hips try to chase after the retreating wet warmth, jerking up off the couch as his length, flushed and towering, bobs free. It's hard not to immediately reach for himself and give what feels like the last few strokes he'd need to find completion, but even at his most aroused, he's still not impolite enough to just jerk off over someone's face without at least asking if he can.

So he bites down hard on his lip, exhaling sharply through his nose, and tries not to think too hard about the way Ashe whines his name, how good it would feel to make him do it again — ]

Here. I got you, I got you.

[And he does; even a bad angle doesn't seem to bother him or his abundant strength; he simply reaches down and catches Ashe around the waist, lifting him clear up off the floor and back into his arms.]

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