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BALTHUS VON ALBRECHT ✦ FIRE EMBLEM: THREE HOUSES
RESIDENCE ✦ Residency
GEMBOND ✦ Ruby

"Hah! What's on your mind, pal?"

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[ashenputtel]

[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.]

[shootyourshot]

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.]

[ashenputtel]

[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.]

[shootyourshot]

[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.]

[ashenputtel]

[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.]

[shootyourshot]

[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.]