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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.]

No, you can't.

[He's smiling when he says it, though, so he doesn't seem altogether put off or affronted by it; if anything he's just kind of amused.]

Tell me to hurry the hell up already. That's what you really want, isn't it?

[He twists his hand around the tip of Ashe's dick, thumbing at the head.]

Won't make it go any faster, sure, but you don't have to swallow it back for my sake.

A-ah?

[His free hand goes up, helplessly grabbing at the end of his shirt and fisting it as he squirms under both Balthus' hand and the way Growlst is gently working him open. It feels good, being filled up, and the sap is slowly making it easier and easier, even if it's also making him feel warmer.

Balthus, however, seems content to string him along, tease him and encourage him to be more honest instead of holding back. Being polite, stepping aside for others -- it's a bit of a trademark for the archer, but Balthus has been good in the past about him standing up for himself.]

F-fine, it's-- hard to wait, but I know I... I can't rush it.

Heh...I'd invite you to kick me while you're at it, but I'd really rather you didn't.

[He glances down, checking Growlst's progress. A little more, but not much. Not long to wait now — and damn if it doesn't look good, seeing the way the tentacle pumps in and out of him, like a very gentle fucking as it teases him looser and looser.]

All right. Legs up...

[He guides Ashe's legs up and onto his shoulders, letting them rest lightly there for support while he leans into and over him. As Growlst finishes his helpful task, Balthus releases Ashe's cock and reaches for his own instead, guiding the tip to the slick entrance his tentacle buddy has just vacated.]

...and relax, as best you can.

[He says, and works to press himself inside.]

Th-that'd be a terrible idea...!

[With hooves and super strength on top of that, it'd be a real kill to respective boners all around. Probably. He's not willing to experiment.

Oh, they're-- it's going to happen now. Relieved, Ashe lets out a small sigh as Growlst slips out and his legs drape over the other man's shoulders. Fortunately, he's exceptionally flexible, and this is actually a new position for Ashe. It's probably silly, but it's exciting for him.

And like that, the tip is starting to press it, considerably easier than it would have been when Ashe was pleading for him. The sap has thoroughly slicked him up, and Ashe is relaxed enough to take him in, but still tight enough to be snug.]

[It's good that he's flexible, because Balthus doesn't hesitate to bend Ashe more in half as he presses inside him, a slow and steady roll of his hips that keeps going and going and going. It's always a pleasure to watch someone ride him, that much is for certain, but like this he can better control the pace — and treat himself to an enticing view while he's at it.]

Hah...ngh, there...

[He's careful, and he takes his time, but he doesn't pause in that first thrust; it's a singular smooth press until he's seated entirely inside.]

[Oh, this is very new. He feels Balthus go and go, pushing Ashe up like he's squeezing the air out of him. For a moment, he half wonders if there's any end to it, at least until he feels Balthus' hips press flush against him.]

Oh... oh.

[He reaches up with his hands, cupping Balthus' handsome face.]

Big.

[That's all he can manage to blurt out.]

[Oh. Oh, that's — the way Ashe holds his face, it's so gentle and sweet and he kind of melts from it, even in the midst of the otherwise filthy moment.]

Now aren't you glad we went slow?

[He says it breathlessly, leaning his cheek into Ashe's hand even as he tries to stay still and let him adjust.]

Lucky me, getting to put a look like that on your face...

[It doesn't come as any surprise in seeing Balthus' face like this, melting into Ashe's palm. Balthus, for all of his burly and roughness, is also kind to his friends and sweet. Ashe's manages to smile, slightly less overwhelmed now that he's adjusting.

He lets out a breathless laugh.]

M'lucky too. You make me feel really nice.

[In a lot of ways, truthfully.]

That's how it's supposed to work, pal.

[Despite himself, he shifts a little, unable to remain wholly still regardless of his best efforts. He does manage to get one of his hands free, however, and strokes the tips of his clawed fingers gently down Ashe's cheek, a note of tenderness even from an appendage so deadly.

But then, a moment later, he grins — beaming at Ashe with his usual rakish charm.]

Now, I think it's about time I ruined you for anybody else you ever do this with, huh? Grappling's not the only thing I'm unrivaled at, you know.

[god bless you, balthus von albrecht]

[That's how it's supposed to work, huh? On a base level, yes, he's enjoyed himself with others. Of course he has. But Balthus makes him feel good about himself, not just physically. He feels-- sexy. Wanted.

He turns his head a little, leaning into the claws that drag down his cheek, smiling at Balthus.

Then he lets out a quiet laugh.]

Please do.

[Tilting his head to make sure their horns don't bash or that he doesn't stab Balthus in the head, he leans up to press a light kiss to his friend's lips.]

I think I'm ready.

[The monster in him relishes it when he finally, finally starts to move; it thrives on teasing and foreplay, but ultimately there's really nothing like sex outright to feed it everything it wants. In deference to Ashe's desires, he's careful but not gentle, drawing halfway out and pressing back in again at first, and going further and deeper with every new stroke.

The majority of his experience has been with women, it's true, but there are some things that are fairly universal, and right now the incubus in him doesn't particularly care about nuance. He's too busy putting his angle and power to its best advantage, using the benefits of the position he's put them in to take Ashe deep and thoroughly.

He wants to see that look on Ashe's face again, that wide-eyed look when he'd first penetrated him, the shape of his lips as he'd breathed big. He really is out to set a high bar for all of Ashe's other lovers, as promised, driving into him with intent and passion and, to be fair, a decidedly thick and satisfying cock.]

[There's finally some satisfaction, whatever burning need there's been inside of him that demands sex -- getting fucked or fucking. He'd wore himself out with Alucard, but it'd simply fired back up inside of him again. There's clear care in Balthus' movements, but there's power in it, the way he's sliding back and pressing back up inside of Ashe. The position is good, and he loves how strong Balthus is.

None of his experiences have been bad. Maybe intense in their own ways, but this has already been incredibly special for him. Like this, Balthus makes sure that Ashe can feel all of him, how it's almost as if he can feel Balthus in the pit of his stomach.

Then, as Balthus is working the angle, he feels it -- the sudden flash of pleasure shooting through him, pressure against that spot inside of him that Ashe doesn't have a word for. He yelps, clutching at Balthus, fingers cupping the back of his head.]

There--!

[It all but knocks the breath out of him when Ashe jolts, tightening down on him in his pleasure, grasping at him as he writhes. There are fingers in his hair and it makes him purr from the feeling, taking note of the angle and depth that struck Ashe so emphatically and aiming to repeat it again on his next few thrusts.]

Damn...yeah, yeah —

[He grasps at Ashe's hips, hitching them up a little higher.]

More? Yeah, I'll give you more...

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