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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.]

[A squeak and he's up, back into Balthus' arms. Ashe puts his own around the other man's shoulders and neck, licking his messy lips and working to put his legs around his waist.]

I want you, I want it now, please--

[It feels so urgent suddenly, and he doesn't care what he has to say. He wants to move forward, get Balthus inside of him. Is he prepared at all? Hardly, but he doesn't even think to care about that.]

[Oh, hell. Oh, damn. Oh, the needy desperate squirming goes straight to his dick, and goddess help him, he almost goes right along with what Ashe is begging for, sense and reason be damned. But there's still a part of him that knows — insists — that Ashe will regret it tomorrow if they aren't at least the slightest bit careful, and so he keeps them shifted just enough to ensure that he doesn't catch on Ashe's rim by mistake, and instead just slides snugly into the cleft of his ass.]

Not like this.

[He kisses Ashe messily, securing his arms around him before rising up off the couch and taking Ashe with him.]

On your back, so I can see you. Take care of you.

[Which he sets to, flipping their positions and easing Ashe down onto the couch while he himself stands at its side.]

Mm--!

[Uncaring of how sloppy it is, Ashe presses into the kiss, almost whining in frustration at having to wait. He understands logically, he does, but he hasn't felt this impatient before. Thoughtlessly, he rubs his ass against the length of Balthus, wanting that.

Reluctantly, he lets Balthus lay him down, and he settles onto his back, biting his lower lip as he kicks off his shorts before spreading out his legs.]

Like this?

There you go. There you go, I got you.

[Well, there's one thing he's definitely not doing, and that's fingering Ashe open with his big scaly claws. This would be a lot easier if there were some way around it...

He glances around the room, his gaze eventually landing on Growlst — and a really stupid idea occurs to him, except if there's one thing he's learned in his life, it's that ideas aren't stupid if they work.]

Hey. Growlst, c'mere. Come help us out, will you?

[Maybe he can just...tentacle him a little...]

[The idea might be stupid, but frankly Ashe has done some stupid shit already and that includes getting tentacled. So, thankfully, he's only confused for a minute before it clicks together. Right, okay, that'll work. The idea is about the same as mertentacledick probably.]

That's fine.

[True to reassuring Growlst's nature, Ashe absolutely is going to give his consent to that.]

[Growlst, as it turns out, is a great roommate. A great roommate like Balthus wanted. And as it turns out, Growlst is actually highly invested in this sort of liaison occurring between two consenting parties, so within a matter of seconds, a slick slender vine comes slithering out of the base of Growlst's pot, winding over and down between them to nudge obligingly at Ashe's entrance.

Content to leave the prep to his tentacle buddy, Balthus takes pity on Ashe and reaches for his dick, stroking him in the most placating way he can. Yes, it means waiting a little longer, but it'll be all the better for it in the end.]

There you go. Just don't want to hurt you, m'sorry for making you wait...

[The sap is a little sticky, but slick enough that Growlst can apparently make it worst. Instinctively, Ashe gasps, arching his back and trying to keep his legs spread apart as much as he can to allow the tentacle to work at him. He swallows, appeased enough, but jerks his hips when Balthus strokes him.]

S'okay. I-I understand.

[He reaches for Balthus' other hand, gently squeezing it.]

I can wait. [Even if he'd been begging just a second ago. It's difficult, being patient, but he knows Balthus wants to just make him feel good.]

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