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[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...

Ah, ah--

[It's perfect now, each thrust hitting him just right. It's enough to make him yelp in pleasure, his fingers curling into Balthus' hair as his hips are pulled up.]

Y-yeah, more!

[Goddess, he's so close. His own cock is leaking helplessly between them, dragging against Balthus' abs and Ashe's shirt. One hand pulls away from Balthus' held, trembling and reaching down to touch himself.]

[Aw, and he's loud, too. Talk about an ego stroke, on Balthus's part; it's hard not to come away feeling like a king when he's got his partner crying out a veritable symphony and it's all because of him.]

S'okay if I — ngh, you want it — ah, inside?

[Truthfully, it's usually his habit to pull out; that's what his partners have preferred, most of the time, for their various reasons. But Ashe — you never know. He seems like he might just like it.]

Yes yes, inside!

[Fortunately, Ashe is extremely enthusiastic about it. He's more or less just expected it by now, but a lot of his instincts are screaming for it to be inside, just fill him up--

He starts to stroke himself, eagerly chasing after his own orgasm. He hasn't hit it quite yet, not yet.]

[He huffs a laugh, pleased and satisfied, and ducks beneath the threat of Ashe's horn to press a messy kiss to his mouth; it means all but bending him in half to do it, but Ashe has proven himself flexible enough to take it, so Balthus doesn't hesitate. As their lips meet, his ruby Chevalier starts to glow faintly, glistening with the promise of a budding connection; his hips snap and his passion flares and he's going to fuck every last noise out of Ashe's throat until he's hoarse from it, and catch them all in his mouth as they escape.]

Mmn —

[More, more. He wants to come, he's teetering closer towards it with every thrust, his whole world narrowed down to just them and just this.

Close, close, closer — and finally climax sinks its hooks in him, punctuated with a deep thrust that buries himself inside Ashe all the way to his hips and fills him just the way he'd begged for. It's a lot; he always seems to come an unusual amount when he's transformed, but the girth of his cock makes for an effective plug, guarding against the possibility of any spilling out while he's still sheathed inside.]

[When their lips meet, his mouth is open, crying into the other man's lips as he feels that sensation hit home every time now. He's practically folded in half, made to just be fucked into, and that sends a delightful jolt through his body.

And then Balthus is true to his word. He fills up Ashe, and it feels like a lot. Ashe sobs against him, clinging on tight as he follows shortly after, as if that was the trigger he'd been waiting for. Arching his back as much as he can like this, he finishes messily between both of them, his shirt ruined and dripping against Balthus' torso.

He trembles, still riding the high, moaning softly.]

[Mine now, some wicked little part of him insists, as he does his best not to let all of his weight fall onto Ashe or to keep him in his bent-back position too long lest the endorphins and adrenaline start to wear off. The incubus likes that thought, likes that he's left a mark, likes that he made Ashe wail and cry out and beg and now just look at him. Look at him, shaking and moaning and covered in come both inside and out, the very definition of wrecked.

It's thrilling to look at him and think, I did that. To have ensured, in some small way, that this moment be burned into Ashe's memory for a long, long time.]

Hah...damn...

[He braces his hands against the couch, trying to keep himself held up. There's no way in hell he's pulling out now, either — for one thing, it's warm, and for another thing, he'll absolutely ruin his couch.

Well, moreso than they already have already.]

[That burning need fades for now, a low ember instead of a driving demand in his body. He pants, slowly calming down, feeling that relief all around. Oh, it'd certainly been more than satisfying; Balthus really did try to look out for his ever need, didn't he?

He smiles up at Balthus; Ashe is warm, dazed, and fucked out, but he's happy. Reaching up with his clean hand, he's pulling Balthus back in for another messy kiss, lazy and wet.]

Yeah.

[Yeah.]

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