[All right, so he's a dope more often than not, but it's true, it also doesn't take a genius to guess that Yuri's next play might be to get closer in a moment like this. Not that anybody could honestly claim to be ready for how fast Yuri can move when he tries, but once there's weight sinking down over his lap, it's pretty natural to wrap a thick arm around the small of his back, instinctively supporting him in place.
And it's nice. It's familiar, too. Women have done this at him before because they're usually smaller than him and he's usually a little drunk at the time anyway and it's always been cute when they do it, and Yuri's not a woman and right now he's sober but it turns out it's cute regardless.]
What's so different about it, really?
[There are probably at least a few things different about doing this with a guy versus doing it with a woman, but even so he finds it doesn't leave him feeling inexperienced so much as just working of a variant of an otherwise familiar situation. Yuri's still warm, and pleasantly heavy in his lap. Still feels good if he shifts his hips. Still feels nice to have someone touch his face with tenderness, too.
Of course, then the topic of his BEST BRO HOLST comes up, and he flusters.]
H-Hey, come on, asking about other guys like that, at a time like this...
[THEY WERE GUYS BEING DUDES THINGS HAPPEN WHEN GUYS ARE DUDES IT DIDN'T EVEN OCCUR TO HIM]
Anyway, seems to me I've been flexing 'em for a while now, but you sure took your time coming running...
( That arm around his waist is pleasant, to say the least. Balthus is strong — that much has always been obvious — but feeling that strength pressing warm against his body this is markedly different to witnessing it on the battlefield, and Yuri sighs softly as he lets himself settle more comfortably over his lap.
This is ... good. Nice. Easier than he thought he'd be, really, which is a revelation in itself.
Balthus' flustering gets a quiet little chuckle from Yuri, who decides to tuck that embarrassed response away to revisit another time: )
Hey, don't be surprised that I'm checking out the competition.
( He shakes his head, his smile just playful enough to suggest that he might not be entirely serious.
Might. )
You get why I didn't come running though, right? You made it pretty clear how much you love women — I figured if you liked men too, you'd have said something.
( A beat. )
And as your boss, I didn't want to make you uncomfortable around me. I still don't.
Heh. I guess I can see why you'd think that, about the competition. But you really don't have to worry.
[It's thought-provoking, though, to consider his feelings about Holst side-by-side with the ones he holds for Yuri. Equally strong? Of course. But, the more he thinks about it, the more he can pick out the nuances. Around Holst, the relationship is one of camaraderie, with a bond forged so invincibly that it's almost easy to take it for granted, like a part of nature. But when it comes to Yuri, there are...stakes. There's something to lose. If his bond with Holst is a game, then his rapport with Yuri is a wager — the dice roll higher, and he's a lot more cognizant of just what might get swept away with the pot if they don't roll in his favor.
It never really occurred to him, either — not until just now — that Yuri might've seen the wager the exact same way, just in the other direction.]
I guess wonders never cease, though. If even you can think you haven't got a shot with somebody, somehow, then there's really no hope for the rest of us.
[Almost curiously, testing the waters, he brings his hand up near Yuri's face — like he's going to rest it against his cheek, but for the fact that he keeps it hovering an inch or two away. Maybe he's trying to see if he'll get slapped for reaching out. This is still Yuri's game, after all, so he's got to play by his boss's rules.
Assuming he gets away with it, though — it's his thumb that ultimately makes contact, just against the edge of his lip, just enough to smudge his makeup the slightest fraction. Just to see if he's allowed the liberty...or the presumption.]
You won't. I'm comfortable. Except for the part where I'm holding my breath right now, waiting to see what you've got up your sleeve for me.
( The corners of Yuri's lips twitch into an indulgent little smirk as he lowers his voice to a gentle tease: )
Hey, worrying's what I do best, remember?
( ... It's a little strange, actually, to see Balthus' roll slowed by wariness of their situation. Yuri didn't imagine him incapable of softness (far from it, in fact) but he'd presumed him to have a more cavalier attitude towards physical intimacy — although he supposes there's a marked difference between what they're doing now and the flings in which they've indulged prior.
This has the potential to be so much more than a hot mistake.
Yuri tilts his head towards Balthus' palm as his fingertips touch his cheek, the gesture not dissimilar to that of a cat nudging a hand for more attention. No slap yet — no suggestion of displeasure, or a line unwittingly overstepped — and softness melts into Yuri's eyes beneath lowered lashes as he chases that little touch. )
Mm. I've gotta say, I kind of like knowing you're holding your breath ...
( Lipstick smudges, drawing rose-pink against the pale of his skin. Unperturbed, Yuri leans in closer until he can feel the warmth of Balthus' lips against his own, little more than a hair's breath of space between them as he strokes the line of that jaw with his fingertips. )
... Waiting.
( Soft lips catch against Balthus' so gently he wouldn't be blamed for missing it, and Yuri squeezes his thighs against his hips as if to soothe (or further infuriate?) him. )
How patient do you think you can be for me, friend?
[On the other hand, this is shaping up to be...unexpectedly hot, actually. Yuri's light and fast and a good foot shorter than him; even being on top of him like this, he's not really big or solid enough to pin him down properly, but it's also not as though he has to. That's the part that's really something, for Balthus in that moment — the discovery of the fact that he is held in place, but it's not from physical might so much as it is from something much more nebulous.
Nothing's stopping him from eliminating that fraction of space between them. Nothing's keeping him from raking a hand through Yuri's hair and catching him by the back of the head and kissing all the breath out of him, instead of staying still and holding his. But maybe the line between boss and bedmate can stand to...ah, be a little more blurry than it might've been otherwise. He's always preferred partners who aren't pushovers, anyway.]
Tell you what. You can do what you want with me —
[This close, it's impossible to ignore how the rest of the makeup Yuri wears really plays up the color of his eyes. The corner of his mouth turns up in a crooked, rakish grin.]
( That grin catches Yuri's breath in the back of his throat. It's the kind of roguish expression that suggests the owner is trouble — but then Yuri knows trouble, knows Balthus, and knows that whatever bad boy tendencies he might have? They're going to work perfectly with his own. The realisation that they might actually be suited to one another pulls a chuckle to his lips, where it melts away between them before he speaks again. )
You wanna mess me up, huh?
( Yuri leans back just enough to slide a hand to the centre of Balthus' chest, the pads of his fingertips resting light against firm muscle as he feigns a moment of contemplation. )
Alright, but you should already know that I don't deal in half measures. If you say you're going to mess me up—
( This time when he leans in Yuri lets their lips connect. Kissing him is unexpectedly easy; he'd expected a flutter of nerves, perhaps, or even a stomach-deep clench of hesitance, but when Yuri's lips meet Balthus' it simply feels like coming home. His heartbeat jumps in his chest as he eases further onto his lap, his thighs spreading that bit wider until their bodies are pleasantly flush. When they part again Yuri's too-hot gaze drifts down to the curve of Balthus' lips — now smeared with a sheen of rose-pink that just barely catches the light.
It strokes at something unusually possessive deep within him, and lifts his lips in an easy smirk. )
[Kissing Yuri has got to be one of the best decisions he's ever made in his life, and Balthus isn't even sure he can claim credit for it happening in the first place. But if he can, then it was definitely a great decision — one that really only leaves him wondering why he never did something about it sooner. Think of all that time he'd wasted on not kissing Yuri when he could've been, y'know, kissing Yuri. A real damn shame, that's what it is.
But that just means he'll have to make up for lost time, doesn't it?
He's learned not to lick his lips after people with painted mouths kiss him, despite the instinct to run his tongue over whatever's left clinging to his lips in the aftermath. He keeps them parted instead, seeing how Yuri is examining his handiwork and unable to help admiring his own in return. It works out for both of them, maybe, like marking their own territory in these subtle ways: Yuri leaving lipstick on him, while he makes his own mark on the former perfection of Yuri's makeup.]
Knowing you, you'll be even prettier after I do.
[Is he allowed to call Yuri pretty, he wonders? Yuri is, objectively, but — well. If pretty isn't the right word, then he'll just run through his whole vocabulary until he finds the one that works.
With Yuri's weight shifted, keeping his arm around his back for support feels a little unnecessary, so he takes the opportunity to move his hands and grip him by the hips instead, fingers splayed into the slender narrows just above the jut of his hipbone.]
So you can bet on it. Can't have you thinking I'm not a man of my word.
Sorry this took a hot minute, Noct event kicked my ass!
( Yuri has a complicated relationship with praise. On the one hand he goes to great lengths to keep his appearance in tip-top condition: he's spent good coin on underground healers to ensure injuries never become scars, and he doesn't doubt that Balthus has seen for himself just how much of Yuri's chaotic clutter is made up of beauty treatments. His appearance has acted as both armour and weaponry in his attempts to navigate the world; men call him pretty, women call him darling, and Yuri tries not to roll his eyes as he pockets their coin.
It gives him a moment's pause when that word falls from Balthus' lips. Balthus isn't a noble snake, or an opportunistic merchant, or someone who thinks his worth is only skin-deep. This is a man who has followed him into battle without question — a man who Yuri knows he can trust with his life — and that little lick of praise melts liquid warmth into the very bottom of his stomach.
This is the first time in a long time that it's actually felt kind of nice. )
I guess there's only one way to find out.
( Not that there's ever been any doubt about Balthus' size, but his hands feel hot, large, and good when they settle there against Yuri's hips. It stirs something low in his gut that makes him feel oddly smug perched as he is across his lap: all those muscles, all that strength, and yet he's evidently doing his very best to remain on his best behaviour.
It's surprisingly endearing.
Yuri kisses him again, sultry this time, and lets his fingers slide through dark hair before settling splayed against the nape of his neck. )
Mm. C'mon, tough guy.
( Teeth glint through a feline grin as he leans around him to reach for his flowers, which he gently taps against Balthus' chest before lifting them to his nose again. Violets. Honestly, if this thing works out between them, Yuri will have to tease him relentlessly about how they were fated from the get-go. )
Take me to bed. Let's see if you really are a man of your word, or whether I'm gonna have to rethink all this.
Oh, I won't let you down. Actually, you got me thinking...
[There's a lot that's gotten him thinking, actually. Not the deep, headache-inducing thinking of trying to untangle complex problems rife with hidden implications, but a more natural, cause-and-effect kind of thinking that suits him well on a battlefield. And in that respect there's certainly a lot to think about, like the way Yuri's prolonged kiss and the implications of what's to come already have him getting hard beneath the comfortable pressure of Yuri's weight in his lap. There's the taste of color smudged across his lips, the faint scent of fresh-picked violets from nearby. Then there's Yuri playing the coquette game with him, batting his eyes, hiding sharp teeth behind an inviting smile, and somewhere around there it starts to really hit him:
Yuri's tough as nails, too. Not that he didn't know that before, but now he's starting to really recognize it in the context of sex, and that's it's own whole world of possibility.
And what all those possibilities and all that thinking eventually narrows down to is, Yuri's almost definitely going to kick his ass twenty different ways before tomorrow comes, and he's almost definitely going to relish all of them, and so it only stands to reason that if Yuri is deep trouble, then Balthus might as well have the fun of getting into trouble himself, before it inevitably comes back to bite him in the best possible way.
Like how, if he grasps hold and stands up, taking Yuri with him — not particularly difficult, even from a less than ideal point of leverage — that's going to put Yuri in his arms, held up by his strength alone, and without a particularly good foothold as a result.
Which is why he's starting to grin as he does it, hoisting them both up, but rather than starting the walk toward the dorms, he lingers a minute, supporting Yuri on one arm while the other dangles free. For the moment.]
Maybe I can't wait that long.
[And now his free hand comes up, hooking fingers beneath the fabric of Yuri's collar and nudging it out of the way enough that he can duck in and lave his tongue against the newly-bared skin of his throat before covering it with his gloss-slick lips instead.]
( Yuri clicks his tongue at thinking, if only because he has to somehow acknowledge their ongoing joke regarding Balthus putting his brain to use. This time, however, that's the full extent of the tease, in no small part because he's lifted onto his friend's hips a moment later as he rises to his feet. One arm drapes around Balthus' shoulders while his other hand curls over his bicep: )
Yeah?
( And if his reply seems a little breathless? Balthus would do well to keep it to himself. It's been a while since a guy hoisted him up with one arm, is all, and there's something utterly delicious about being held with such an effortless flex of strength. It makes Yuri want to kiss Balthus until his head spins with it — until he's weak in the knees and fraying around his edges — but all of a sudden there's a hot, slick tongue stroking the front of his throat and all of his plans just ...
Stutter.
Yuri tilts his head for that questing mouth, his own dick flushing with warmth as he crosses his ankles behind him. It gives him a little more leverage, and just a little more control where he'd otherwise be at Balthus' mercy, and he chuckles softly as he rolls his hips to grind himself against him. )
You really think I'd let you fuck me in this dusty old classroom?
( He would — he will, at some point in the future, but Balthus doesn't need to know he's that easy just yet. If he's already sussed it out? Well. He can keep that to himself, too. )
I'm kind of insulted, friend.
( For all the little chuckle that follows would suggest otherwise. )
[His chuckle rumbles somewhere in the vicinity of Yuri's neck, surrendering his con before it ever had the opportunity to become long. All the little erotic things Yuri does — the suddenly airy quality in his voice, the way he angles his head, the way his legs press in around Balthus's torso to claim an advantage where he'd previously had none, classic Yuri — come together in a cascade that goes straight to his dick, not that it needed any help getting interested to begin with.
So it looks like he's got an answer to the question of whether or not he's exclusively into women, then, huh, and the answer is a big resounding "nope". He's just as into it when it's Yuri writhing on him and pressing laughter close to his ear. He's actually probably more into it when it's Yuri than he's been for a lot of his partners, because they didn't come with that added layer of mattering like his boss does.
It's a little tempting to pull his lips back and set his teeth against Yuri's neck right now instead, to dance around the prospect of biting instead of kissing — but he'd never leave a mark without being invited to first, for all that the idea of being possessive is awfully attractive. He makes do with a compromise, sucking lightly at his neck in a suggestion of the same, but not hard enough to do damage.]
I'm just saying, you can't blame a guy for trying.
( A shiver rolls the length of Yuri's spine when those lips close over his throat. Part of him is reluctant to give Balthus the satisfaction of knowing the effect it has so easily — he should be making him work for it, not giving it away — but there are some things that can't be so easily disguised. Yuri's breath leaves him in a soft huff as he lifts a hand to Balthus's jaw, which he grabs tightly, before guiding his face up and away from his neck like he really is in trouble. )
Uh-huh.
( Amusement quirks Yuri's lips as he places his forefinger over Balthus's mouth. Here comes that trouble he's been worrying about. )
Well I hate to break it to you, but it's not happening.
( Yuri knows this guy. He knows that if given an inch there's a very real chance that he'll go ahead and take a mile, and Yuri doesn't want him to get too distracted by ideas of "trying." Experience has taught him that there's no better way to get he wants than by withholding what his partner wants — so if Balthus wants to taste him?
Balthus will have to wait.
An easy smirk settles on his lips as an eyebrow bumps up towards his hair: )
[Well, damn. Mark one down on the "things he didn't realize he was turned on by until just this moment" list — Yuri gripping him by the chin like an owner taking a misbehaving dog's muzzle in hand is...unexpectedly, uh, something, all right. Something enough that a stupid little noise rattles around in the back of his throat when he's pulled away and made to look at him, mouth still partly open from where he was interrupted in his work.
There's a rhythm to it, like a good and satisfying fight. He pushes, and Yuri pushes back. He acts out and Yuri wrests him back into place. He scores a point and Yuri scores one back. It's familiar — and even if he winds up on a losing streak, which he probably will in the end, it's not as though Balthus von Albrecht has ever let a pesky little losing streak get in the way of his playing.]
Well, aren't you bossy.
[But he starts walking anyway, because yes, he sure is going to carry Yuri through the corridors of Abyss balanced on his hip and hanging off him like a particularly determined koala, because it's nice and he likes it and nobody's actually going to see them but the risk of it is kind of fun anyway.]
All right, all right. Off to bed it is. I'll treat you right.
( Balthus thinks he's bossy, huh? Yuri just smirks, leaning up so that his lips brush against the shell of his friend's ear: )
Trust me: you don't know the half of it.
( But he might, by the end of the night.
Those lips skim down over Balthus's jaw to the hot skin of his neck as he moves them out onto Chrysalis Row. At this time of night there's usually only the guards to worry about: loyal rogues employed to make sure no-one sneaks down into the town below the surface. Yuri doesn't pay them a second thought as his teeth scrap over the front of his throat, where he sucks softly — gently, even — just to lean into the tease. )
So, what will "treating me right" look like?
( Sliding his tongue over his pulse point, Yuri cards his fingers through the hair at the back of Balthus's head the way he might stroke a favoured pet. He's confident enough that Balthus doesn't need help supporting him that he relaxes for the ride, his ankles still locked but his thighs softening enough that he slides an inch or two down towards his crotch. )
Are you gonna lay me out like a lady — kiss my ankles and worship my tits?
( But there's laughter in his voice, bright and amused, as he dips in to nip at the spot where Balthus's neck meets his shoulder. )
Or are you gonna beg me to let you put my face in the pillows and have me that way?
[Frankly, it's a miracle he even remembers how to walk in a straight line, with so much else to focus on. If he were more possessed of his senses, maybe he'd be a little indignant at how easily Yuri commandeered his throat-kissing trick and turned it back on him to devastating effect. Or maybe he'd be thinking about something other than how he's always liked it when his partners are active like this — feisty and teasing and coy, rather than lying back and going along like it's some kind of noble duty instead of the fun it should be.
It is fun. A happy Yuri is always fun. Not to mention he's always worth every bit of the trouble he brings with him.]
I could probably have you just like this, if it weren't the first time and all.
[He reaches around with his free hand, surreptitiously slapping up against Yuri's ass where he's sunken down lower in his hold. Y'know, like bros do. Sure. Anyway, the smacking noise it makes helps to cover up the hitch in his breath that keeps turning up every time he feels the scrape of Yuri's teeth on his skin.]
But no. I'd have to be crazy, begging to not see your pretty face. Besides, it's no fun if I can't kiss you.
[Well, what do you know. Turns out seducing a guy isn't really that different from seducing a girl. There's more overlap than he might've thought, once he's started giving it a go.]
Oh, uh — you don't mind, right? If I kiss you after sucking your dick or something? Some people are funny about that, so I just figure I should ask.
( Yuri just chuckles into the hot curve of his throat before offering a little shake of the head. Honestly, Balthus's careful checking-in is impossibly endearing, and while he's tempted to tease him for it? Yuri keeps it to himself. It's not every day he gets to be with a man who genuinely cares about him — heck, it's not every day he gets to be with a man who matters — and the tips of his ears burn warm as it stirs at something low in his chest. )
I had no idea you'd be so adorable. ( A moment is taken to lean in and catch his lips in a smiling kiss. ) But no, I don't mind. It's kinda hot.
( The silky purr of his words flare hot against Balthus's ear, and Yuri lets his hand slide around again to stroke his thumb against the other man's lips. While it's not something he'd thought about before, he finds himself struck by the mental image of Balthus's face between his legs, and his own dick throbs hard as he lets himself picture his thighs spread over broad shoulders.
... Yeah. They're doing that at some point soon. )
Don't you think? It'd be like a reminder that your lips have been all over my cock.
( The pad of his thumb presses gently, as though testing the give of the plush of Balthus's lips. Another tiny movement pushes the tip into that velvet-soft heat, teasing over the line of his teeth before sliding out again. Yuri exhales softly as he pulls back just enough to flash Balthus a cocky smirk: )
A reminder that you got on your knees for me and used your tongue to make me feel good.
Edited (Word rhythm was bugging me ... don't look at me) 2021-04-22 22:25 (UTC)
There you go again, with that "adorable" business.
[At least they're almost to the dormitories, not least of which because Balthus's pace has subconsciously quickened in direct proportion to how overtly Yuri's been toying with him. Sure, he's got enough dignity at least to not flat-out run, but the sooner they arrive, the sooner it'll be less talking and more action — and he is nothing if not a man of action.]
But I see what you're after. I don't get on my knees for just anyone.
[It's an attractive thought, though — one he can picture clearly. He could push Yuri's knees apart and sweep kisses up the insides of his thighs, and leave bite marks on his skin like he'd wanted to, in a place far better concealed than an unexposed neck. He could take his time, and have Yuri spread out for him, and watch the reactions he got. Maybe he could make Yuri feel good about more than just sex. That's an attractive thought, too.
He opens his mouth obligingly when the thumb tugs down his bottom lip, making space for it to dart inside like it's testing the waters, seeing if he shies away at the implication of giving pleasure with his lips and tongue. Well, they've made it to the dormitory by now and there's a mattress right over there with Yuri's name on it, and both he and the aching length straining at his pants are about ready to get something done about it.
So he heads over, half-lowering and half-dropping Yuri onto it, and props one hand on the mattress next to him for support while he ducks in and kisses him like he deserves to be — pushy and messy and hot.]
M'not gonna treat you like a lady. [He murmurs, into the slender gap of space that exists between one kiss and another.] M'gonna treat you like my treasured boss. So say the word, and I'm all yours.
( Balthus may never have been with a man before but he certainly isn't shying away from being with Yuri, who grins up at him from the bed in that half-second between being lowered to the mattress and soundly kissed. Good, he wants to say, as he tosses his violets to the messy side-table. Good. Yuri doesn't want to be treated like a lady — doesn't want to be treated like anyone he's been with before, really, and he tosses his violets onto the little side-table before sinking both hands into Balthus's hair. )
All mine, huh?
( Yuri hums, pulling him back in for another of those deep, messy kisses he likes so much. One leg bends up beside Balthus's hip as lets himself just enjoy the moment; to take everything his friend will offer him while giving himself in return. )
Yeah, that sounds pretty good to me.
( Balthus's warmth, his strength, and that golden heart of his — his ridiculous loud mouth, his complete lack of gambling savvy, his inability to do anything by half. Yuri's heart jumps in his chest at the idea that, if he doesn't mess it up, this man really could be his. He isn't sure he deserves him, but Goddess, that doesn't mean he isn't going to try. )
Show me what you'd do for your treasured boss.
( He teases, letting his hands roam down Balthus's chest and over his abdomen until his fingers reach his trousers. Yuri isn't in a hurry to rip them off him (yet) but it doesn't stop him from copping a lazy feel; Balthus is heavy, hot, and so hard in his trousers that he can easily palm up and over the shape of his erection. He feels big too — big enough that Yuri finds himself all but panting in anticipation — and when he reaches the head he gently presses down with the side of his thumb. )
[Well, now, that suddenly poses a very problematic dilemma, doesn't it. If he sinks down onto his knees now, he's going to have to surrender the highly satisfying way that Yuri's stroking him through his pants — but on the other hand, if he doesn't give it up, then he's not going to be able to properly return the favor, either. It's a real shame, having to choose one or the other. Especially when he's always kind of enjoyed watching the look on his partner's face right when he first works his cock free — he's never left one disappointed yet, and he's not about to start anytime soon.]
I want to see you smudge that lipstick on it. How's that for a "reminder of where your mouth has been"?
[He rolls his hips into Yuri's exploring hand, just enough of a press to be approving, but then it's time to get down to business — and so he does lower himself down, hooking one hand under Yuri's thigh to keep his leg supported even as he starts to shift within its grasp, making his way further and further down until he's propped on one knee and can guide him to hook his leg over one of his shoulders, instead.
Yeah, all right. The loss of Yuri's stroking hand was a shame, to be sure, but this'll be just as good. Now it's easy to turn his head and mouth kisses up the inside of Yuri's thigh, revering him like he deserves to be while he works his way steadily toward the swell of his still-clothed dick.]
But that can wait. This comes first.
[He thinks a minute about it, missing the overt innuendo, and winds up doubling down on it regardless in his quiet adoration.]
You come first.
[That's either romantic as hell or an accurate summation of how his sexual encounters tend to do, and it's anyone's guess which one it is.]
Yuri knows there's no point in comparing this to the kind of sex he's normally used to, and yet he can't quite find it to stop himself from doing so anyway. He's bedded all sorts of men over the years — some of them excellent fucks, some of them decidedly unexcellent — and he's found that when he's being paid for his services? His own pleasure is usually a happy accident.
To know that Balthus genuinely wants to make him feel good is a powerfully heady feeling, and Yuri's teeth nip into his lower lip for a moment as he watches him from beneath the dark fan of his lashes. )
I'll believe that when I see it.
( ... But he still has to tease. He still has to pretend he holds all the cards even though Balthus is plucking them from his hand, one by one, with each sincere little gesture he lays down before him. Determined not to let the other man take them so easily, Yuri lets his hands drift to the belt cinching in his waist and deftly pulls it from its loops. The clasp at his shoulder follows, and the chain holding his cloak in place slithers off to the floor, followed by the soft rustle of clothing as Yuri unbuttons his uniform to let the thing fall open.
Framed by dark material, his skin seems even paler than it normally would. Yuri's chest is smooth and hairless — which should hardly be a surprise, all things considers — and soft-pink nipples tighten to attention as the cool air caresses his skin. He's lean and toned from years of swordplay but his skin is soft as any noblewoman's — as unblemished as any noblewoman's, too — which is suggestion enough of how much gold he's spent on skin creams and healing magic.
(Spoiler: it's a lot.)
Tilting his hips, Yuri spreads his thighs that bit wider to pull the material taut over his erection. There's really no escaping the fact that he's hard now, nor that his dick isn't necessarily as short as the rest of him, and he props himself up on an elbow for a moment just to give himself a moment to think. )
... Hey.
( He nudges the side of Balthus's head with his knee. )
I know you're down there being the Indomitable King of Enthusiasm, but if it turns out this isn't for you ...
( Yuri snorts softly. )
Wouldn't be the first time I had a guy change his mind once he got to my cock. It's okay.
[It's somewhere around the point when Yuri's buttons start to come undone that it really hits Balthus that this is happening. This is really the two of them together in their crumbling little dorm room with his cock straining in his pants and Yuri's clothes coming off like he's unwrapping the best present Balthus is ever going to get in his life. And sure, he's down on his knee, but that just means he's got the best seat in the house for watching what comes of it, approving of the easy weight of Yuri's leg hooked over his shoulder and the view of his nimble fingers opening up his belts and clasps like he's relieving an unsuspecting mark of his pocketbook.
Goddess, he really doesn't want to screw this up. He's got to make sure not to screw it up, even if right now most of his thinking capacity is being directed toward wanting to put his mouth all over Yuri's perfect skin, and asking himself in the back of his mind how he's lasted this long without doing precisely that.]
Hey, don't underestimate me. If it's as pretty as the rest of you, then you've got nothing to worry about.
[That was a nice trick Yuri pulled earlier, he thinks idly, thumbing him through his pants and all. Nice enough to borrow it, actually, and maybe do him one better. Besides, he'll probably wind up with a knife to his throat if he gets reckless and winds up ripping through the fabric instead of unfastening it all properly, so he's got a little time to kill, first. Luckily, he's gotten his own pants off while drunk enough times that opening the fastenings up without looking isn't going to be a problem.
He skims his hands up the insides of Yuri's thighs, petting his way toward the trapped bulge on display, and as he does he leans in closer and takes advantage of the way Yuri has propped himself up, bringing his mouth up to his freshly-bared chest and drawing his lips over one of Yuri's rosy nipples.]
Same to you, though. If you don't like something, tell me, all right?
[Smoothly, he kisses his way across Yuri's chest, licking and nipping while his fingers work at getting Yuri's erection freed.]
And if you want something, tell me, for sure. Like, say — how about you put one of those hands in my hair, huh?
( Yuri lets himself settle back again as Balthus's hand move to the fastenings of his trousers, evidently satisfied enough by his reply (and his deft fingers, and the press of his mouth across his chest) to let this continue to unfold. The leg draped over Balthus's shoulder twitches a little when his lips brush against his nipple — the tiny sensation is somehow more than enough to have him throbbing in his trousers, which fall open across his crotch as though working to some kind of cue.
Balthus is good at this. )
Mm. Yeah — I'll tell you.
( Obliging him is easy. Yuri's hand sinks back into his hair to play through the thick, dark locks, before tightening into a loose fist that tugs against Balthus's scalp. It's fortunate that he seems to like this as much as Yuri does — perhaps even moreso — and it stirs a drop of heat deep into his core as he thinks of the possibilities. If Balthus likes a little hair pulling, what else might he enjoy?
... He'll think about that later on. With his cock finally freed from his trousers Yuri uses that loose fist to guide him back down; it's not pushing, exactly, so much as a gentle suggestion of pressure, and one that will bring Balthus's face a little closer to the flushed curve of his dick.
Whether it's as pretty as the rest of him is for his friend to decide. He's neatly waxed and trimmed to a narrow patch that sits just above the root of his dick — which is a little larger than average, and curves up nicely to sit below the divot of his navel. The tip is glossed with clear fluid that belies his easy-going tone: )
Thoughts?
( Yuri slides his free hand down between them to curl around the base of his dick, which he pulls into a slow, easy stroke that rolls all the way up to the head. Evidently enjoying himself, he lets his thighs splay a little wider as he settles back against the sheets, before rolling his fist back down and hitching his hips to meet it. )
[He's always found it kind of rewarding, the moment when he gets to see the effect he's had on people. There's just something distinctly satisfying about easing a lady's underclothes off and finding her wet and flushed underneath; it means a job well done, and damn if that isn't always something to be proud of, right? And so what if he's somewhat less experienced with tugging fabric away and finding a nicely hard and interested dick underneath? It's still interest. Hell, it's validation that the Incomparable King of Grappling's irresistible charms are just as potent no matter who he's casting them toward.
What really gets him is the moment when he remembers it's Yuri who's into this. This is Yuri, excited and hard and showing off for him, and he's the one who's got him that way.
Not too shabby, if he does say so himself. Which he does.]
...Yeah, I'd have to be crazy to change my mind.
[All right, so the mechanics of sticking out his tongue and licking right now are a little different too, but he's adaptable. First things first, though, he's got to get Yuri to quit showing off with stroking himself and let him tag in with mouth and tongue, but he's got some ideas about that, too.
His timing is good; he waits until Yuri finishes his downstroke and then moves his face in, closing his mouth around one of Yuri's knuckles and kissing softly at his hand, trying to distract him from moving it again.]
C'mon, Yuri. I got some kisses with your name on 'em.
[He nuzzles at Yuri's hand, tonguing lightly against the fine soft skin as he slowly makes his intentions clear, and then eventually lifts his chin and moves up just enough to lick a shallow stripe against the underside of his dick.]
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And it's nice. It's familiar, too. Women have done this at him before because they're usually smaller than him and he's usually a little drunk at the time anyway and it's always been cute when they do it, and Yuri's not a woman and right now he's sober but it turns out it's cute regardless.]
What's so different about it, really?
[There are probably at least a few things different about doing this with a guy versus doing it with a woman, but even so he finds it doesn't leave him feeling inexperienced so much as just working of a variant of an otherwise familiar situation. Yuri's still warm, and pleasantly heavy in his lap. Still feels good if he shifts his hips. Still feels nice to have someone touch his face with tenderness, too.
Of course, then the topic of his BEST BRO HOLST comes up, and he flusters.]
H-Hey, come on, asking about other guys like that, at a time like this...
[THEY WERE GUYS BEING DUDES THINGS HAPPEN WHEN GUYS ARE DUDES IT DIDN'T EVEN OCCUR TO HIM]
Anyway, seems to me I've been flexing 'em for a while now, but you sure took your time coming running...
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( That arm around his waist is pleasant, to say the least. Balthus is strong — that much has always been obvious — but feeling that strength pressing warm against his body this is markedly different to witnessing it on the battlefield, and Yuri sighs softly as he lets himself settle more comfortably over his lap.
This is ... good. Nice. Easier than he thought he'd be, really, which is a revelation in itself.
Balthus' flustering gets a quiet little chuckle from Yuri, who decides to tuck that embarrassed response away to revisit another time: )
Hey, don't be surprised that I'm checking out the competition.
( He shakes his head, his smile just playful enough to suggest that he might not be entirely serious.
Might. )
You get why I didn't come running though, right? You made it pretty clear how much you love women — I figured if you liked men too, you'd have said something.
( A beat. )
And as your boss, I didn't want to make you uncomfortable around me. I still don't.
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[It's thought-provoking, though, to consider his feelings about Holst side-by-side with the ones he holds for Yuri. Equally strong? Of course. But, the more he thinks about it, the more he can pick out the nuances. Around Holst, the relationship is one of camaraderie, with a bond forged so invincibly that it's almost easy to take it for granted, like a part of nature. But when it comes to Yuri, there are...stakes. There's something to lose. If his bond with Holst is a game, then his rapport with Yuri is a wager — the dice roll higher, and he's a lot more cognizant of just what might get swept away with the pot if they don't roll in his favor.
It never really occurred to him, either — not until just now — that Yuri might've seen the wager the exact same way, just in the other direction.]
I guess wonders never cease, though. If even you can think you haven't got a shot with somebody, somehow, then there's really no hope for the rest of us.
[Almost curiously, testing the waters, he brings his hand up near Yuri's face — like he's going to rest it against his cheek, but for the fact that he keeps it hovering an inch or two away. Maybe he's trying to see if he'll get slapped for reaching out. This is still Yuri's game, after all, so he's got to play by his boss's rules.
Assuming he gets away with it, though — it's his thumb that ultimately makes contact, just against the edge of his lip, just enough to smudge his makeup the slightest fraction. Just to see if he's allowed the liberty...or the presumption.]
You won't. I'm comfortable. Except for the part where I'm holding my breath right now, waiting to see what you've got up your sleeve for me.
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( The corners of Yuri's lips twitch into an indulgent little smirk as he lowers his voice to a gentle tease: )
Hey, worrying's what I do best, remember?
( ... It's a little strange, actually, to see Balthus' roll slowed by wariness of their situation. Yuri didn't imagine him incapable of softness (far from it, in fact) but he'd presumed him to have a more cavalier attitude towards physical intimacy — although he supposes there's a marked difference between what they're doing now and the flings in which they've indulged prior.
This has the potential to be so much more than a hot mistake.
Yuri tilts his head towards Balthus' palm as his fingertips touch his cheek, the gesture not dissimilar to that of a cat nudging a hand for more attention. No slap yet — no suggestion of displeasure, or a line unwittingly overstepped — and softness melts into Yuri's eyes beneath lowered lashes as he chases that little touch. )
Mm. I've gotta say, I kind of like knowing you're holding your breath ...
( Lipstick smudges, drawing rose-pink against the pale of his skin. Unperturbed, Yuri leans in closer until he can feel the warmth of Balthus' lips against his own, little more than a hair's breath of space between them as he strokes the line of that jaw with his fingertips. )
... Waiting.
( Soft lips catch against Balthus' so gently he wouldn't be blamed for missing it, and Yuri squeezes his thighs against his hips as if to soothe (or further infuriate?) him. )
How patient do you think you can be for me, friend?
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[On the other hand, this is shaping up to be...unexpectedly hot, actually. Yuri's light and fast and a good foot shorter than him; even being on top of him like this, he's not really big or solid enough to pin him down properly, but it's also not as though he has to. That's the part that's really something, for Balthus in that moment — the discovery of the fact that he is held in place, but it's not from physical might so much as it is from something much more nebulous.
Nothing's stopping him from eliminating that fraction of space between them. Nothing's keeping him from raking a hand through Yuri's hair and catching him by the back of the head and kissing all the breath out of him, instead of staying still and holding his. But maybe the line between boss and bedmate can stand to...ah, be a little more blurry than it might've been otherwise. He's always preferred partners who aren't pushovers, anyway.]
Tell you what. You can do what you want with me —
[This close, it's impossible to ignore how the rest of the makeup Yuri wears really plays up the color of his eyes. The corner of his mouth turns up in a crooked, rakish grin.]
...so long as I get to mess you up, too.
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( That grin catches Yuri's breath in the back of his throat. It's the kind of roguish expression that suggests the owner is trouble — but then Yuri knows trouble, knows Balthus, and knows that whatever bad boy tendencies he might have? They're going to work perfectly with his own. The realisation that they might actually be suited to one another pulls a chuckle to his lips, where it melts away between them before he speaks again. )
You wanna mess me up, huh?
( Yuri leans back just enough to slide a hand to the centre of Balthus' chest, the pads of his fingertips resting light against firm muscle as he feigns a moment of contemplation. )
Alright, but you should already know that I don't deal in half measures. If you say you're going to mess me up—
( This time when he leans in Yuri lets their lips connect. Kissing him is unexpectedly easy; he'd expected a flutter of nerves, perhaps, or even a stomach-deep clench of hesitance, but when Yuri's lips meet Balthus' it simply feels like coming home. His heartbeat jumps in his chest as he eases further onto his lap, his thighs spreading that bit wider until their bodies are pleasantly flush. When they part again Yuri's too-hot gaze drifts down to the curve of Balthus' lips — now smeared with a sheen of rose-pink that just barely catches the light.
It strokes at something unusually possessive deep within him, and lifts his lips in an easy smirk. )
I expect to be messed up.
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But that just means he'll have to make up for lost time, doesn't it?
He's learned not to lick his lips after people with painted mouths kiss him, despite the instinct to run his tongue over whatever's left clinging to his lips in the aftermath. He keeps them parted instead, seeing how Yuri is examining his handiwork and unable to help admiring his own in return. It works out for both of them, maybe, like marking their own territory in these subtle ways: Yuri leaving lipstick on him, while he makes his own mark on the former perfection of Yuri's makeup.]
Knowing you, you'll be even prettier after I do.
[Is he allowed to call Yuri pretty, he wonders? Yuri is, objectively, but — well. If pretty isn't the right word, then he'll just run through his whole vocabulary until he finds the one that works.
With Yuri's weight shifted, keeping his arm around his back for support feels a little unnecessary, so he takes the opportunity to move his hands and grip him by the hips instead, fingers splayed into the slender narrows just above the jut of his hipbone.]
So you can bet on it. Can't have you thinking I'm not a man of my word.
Sorry this took a hot minute, Noct event kicked my ass!
( Yuri has a complicated relationship with praise. On the one hand he goes to great lengths to keep his appearance in tip-top condition: he's spent good coin on underground healers to ensure injuries never become scars, and he doesn't doubt that Balthus has seen for himself just how much of Yuri's chaotic clutter is made up of beauty treatments. His appearance has acted as both armour and weaponry in his attempts to navigate the world; men call him pretty, women call him darling, and Yuri tries not to roll his eyes as he pockets their coin.
It gives him a moment's pause when that word falls from Balthus' lips. Balthus isn't a noble snake, or an opportunistic merchant, or someone who thinks his worth is only skin-deep. This is a man who has followed him into battle without question — a man who Yuri knows he can trust with his life — and that little lick of praise melts liquid warmth into the very bottom of his stomach.
This is the first time in a long time that it's actually felt kind of nice. )
I guess there's only one way to find out.
( Not that there's ever been any doubt about Balthus' size, but his hands feel hot, large, and good when they settle there against Yuri's hips. It stirs something low in his gut that makes him feel oddly smug perched as he is across his lap: all those muscles, all that strength, and yet he's evidently doing his very best to remain on his best behaviour.
It's surprisingly endearing.
Yuri kisses him again, sultry this time, and lets his fingers slide through dark hair before settling splayed against the nape of his neck. )
Mm. C'mon, tough guy.
( Teeth glint through a feline grin as he leans around him to reach for his flowers, which he gently taps against Balthus' chest before lifting them to his nose again. Violets. Honestly, if this thing works out between them, Yuri will have to tease him relentlessly about how they were fated from the get-go. )
Take me to bed. Let's see if you really are a man of your word, or whether I'm gonna have to rethink all this.
no worries!
[There's a lot that's gotten him thinking, actually. Not the deep, headache-inducing thinking of trying to untangle complex problems rife with hidden implications, but a more natural, cause-and-effect kind of thinking that suits him well on a battlefield. And in that respect there's certainly a lot to think about, like the way Yuri's prolonged kiss and the implications of what's to come already have him getting hard beneath the comfortable pressure of Yuri's weight in his lap. There's the taste of color smudged across his lips, the faint scent of fresh-picked violets from nearby. Then there's Yuri playing the coquette game with him, batting his eyes, hiding sharp teeth behind an inviting smile, and somewhere around there it starts to really hit him:
Yuri's tough as nails, too. Not that he didn't know that before, but now he's starting to really recognize it in the context of sex, and that's it's own whole world of possibility.
And what all those possibilities and all that thinking eventually narrows down to is, Yuri's almost definitely going to kick his ass twenty different ways before tomorrow comes, and he's almost definitely going to relish all of them, and so it only stands to reason that if Yuri is deep trouble, then Balthus might as well have the fun of getting into trouble himself, before it inevitably comes back to bite him in the best possible way.
Like how, if he grasps hold and stands up, taking Yuri with him — not particularly difficult, even from a less than ideal point of leverage — that's going to put Yuri in his arms, held up by his strength alone, and without a particularly good foothold as a result.
Which is why he's starting to grin as he does it, hoisting them both up, but rather than starting the walk toward the dorms, he lingers a minute, supporting Yuri on one arm while the other dangles free. For the moment.]
Maybe I can't wait that long.
[And now his free hand comes up, hooking fingers beneath the fabric of Yuri's collar and nudging it out of the way enough that he can duck in and lave his tongue against the newly-bared skin of his throat before covering it with his gloss-slick lips instead.]
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( Yuri clicks his tongue at thinking, if only because he has to somehow acknowledge their ongoing joke regarding Balthus putting his brain to use. This time, however, that's the full extent of the tease, in no small part because he's lifted onto his friend's hips a moment later as he rises to his feet. One arm drapes around Balthus' shoulders while his other hand curls over his bicep: )
Yeah?
( And if his reply seems a little breathless? Balthus would do well to keep it to himself. It's been a while since a guy hoisted him up with one arm, is all, and there's something utterly delicious about being held with such an effortless flex of strength. It makes Yuri want to kiss Balthus until his head spins with it — until he's weak in the knees and fraying around his edges — but all of a sudden there's a hot, slick tongue stroking the front of his throat and all of his plans just ...
Stutter.
Yuri tilts his head for that questing mouth, his own dick flushing with warmth as he crosses his ankles behind him. It gives him a little more leverage, and just a little more control where he'd otherwise be at Balthus' mercy, and he chuckles softly as he rolls his hips to grind himself against him. )
You really think I'd let you fuck me in this dusty old classroom?
( He would — he will, at some point in the future, but Balthus doesn't need to know he's that easy just yet. If he's already sussed it out? Well. He can keep that to himself, too. )
I'm kind of insulted, friend.
( For all the little chuckle that follows would suggest otherwise. )
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[His chuckle rumbles somewhere in the vicinity of Yuri's neck, surrendering his con before it ever had the opportunity to become long. All the little erotic things Yuri does — the suddenly airy quality in his voice, the way he angles his head, the way his legs press in around Balthus's torso to claim an advantage where he'd previously had none, classic Yuri — come together in a cascade that goes straight to his dick, not that it needed any help getting interested to begin with.
So it looks like he's got an answer to the question of whether or not he's exclusively into women, then, huh, and the answer is a big resounding "nope". He's just as into it when it's Yuri writhing on him and pressing laughter close to his ear. He's actually probably more into it when it's Yuri than he's been for a lot of his partners, because they didn't come with that added layer of mattering like his boss does.
It's a little tempting to pull his lips back and set his teeth against Yuri's neck right now instead, to dance around the prospect of biting instead of kissing — but he'd never leave a mark without being invited to first, for all that the idea of being possessive is awfully attractive. He makes do with a compromise, sucking lightly at his neck in a suggestion of the same, but not hard enough to do damage.]
I'm just saying, you can't blame a guy for trying.
[He's going to get himself into so much trouble.]
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( A shiver rolls the length of Yuri's spine when those lips close over his throat. Part of him is reluctant to give Balthus the satisfaction of knowing the effect it has so easily — he should be making him work for it, not giving it away — but there are some things that can't be so easily disguised. Yuri's breath leaves him in a soft huff as he lifts a hand to Balthus's jaw, which he grabs tightly, before guiding his face up and away from his neck like he really is in trouble. )
Uh-huh.
( Amusement quirks Yuri's lips as he places his forefinger over Balthus's mouth. Here comes that trouble he's been worrying about. )
Well I hate to break it to you, but it's not happening.
( Yuri knows this guy. He knows that if given an inch there's a very real chance that he'll go ahead and take a mile, and Yuri doesn't want him to get too distracted by ideas of "trying." Experience has taught him that there's no better way to get he wants than by withholding what his partner wants — so if Balthus wants to taste him?
Balthus will have to wait.
An easy smirk settles on his lips as an eyebrow bumps up towards his hair: )
Dorm. Now.
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There's a rhythm to it, like a good and satisfying fight. He pushes, and Yuri pushes back. He acts out and Yuri wrests him back into place. He scores a point and Yuri scores one back. It's familiar — and even if he winds up on a losing streak, which he probably will in the end, it's not as though Balthus von Albrecht has ever let a pesky little losing streak get in the way of his playing.]
Well, aren't you bossy.
[But he starts walking anyway, because yes, he sure is going to carry Yuri through the corridors of Abyss balanced on his hip and hanging off him like a particularly determined koala, because it's nice and he likes it and nobody's actually going to see them but the risk of it is kind of fun anyway.]
All right, all right. Off to bed it is. I'll treat you right.
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( Balthus thinks he's bossy, huh? Yuri just smirks, leaning up so that his lips brush against the shell of his friend's ear: )
Trust me: you don't know the half of it.
( But he might, by the end of the night.
Those lips skim down over Balthus's jaw to the hot skin of his neck as he moves them out onto Chrysalis Row. At this time of night there's usually only the guards to worry about: loyal rogues employed to make sure no-one sneaks down into the town below the surface. Yuri doesn't pay them a second thought as his teeth scrap over the front of his throat, where he sucks softly — gently, even — just to lean into the tease. )
So, what will "treating me right" look like?
( Sliding his tongue over his pulse point, Yuri cards his fingers through the hair at the back of Balthus's head the way he might stroke a favoured pet. He's confident enough that Balthus doesn't need help supporting him that he relaxes for the ride, his ankles still locked but his thighs softening enough that he slides an inch or two down towards his crotch. )
Are you gonna lay me out like a lady — kiss my ankles and worship my tits?
( But there's laughter in his voice, bright and amused, as he dips in to nip at the spot where Balthus's neck meets his shoulder. )
Or are you gonna beg me to let you put my face in the pillows and have me that way?
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It is fun. A happy Yuri is always fun. Not to mention he's always worth every bit of the trouble he brings with him.]
I could probably have you just like this, if it weren't the first time and all.
[He reaches around with his free hand, surreptitiously slapping up against Yuri's ass where he's sunken down lower in his hold. Y'know, like bros do. Sure. Anyway, the smacking noise it makes helps to cover up the hitch in his breath that keeps turning up every time he feels the scrape of Yuri's teeth on his skin.]
But no. I'd have to be crazy, begging to not see your pretty face. Besides, it's no fun if I can't kiss you.
[Well, what do you know. Turns out seducing a guy isn't really that different from seducing a girl. There's more overlap than he might've thought, once he's started giving it a go.]
Oh, uh — you don't mind, right? If I kiss you after sucking your dick or something? Some people are funny about that, so I just figure I should ask.
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C'mon, Balthus ...
( Yuri just chuckles into the hot curve of his throat before offering a little shake of the head. Honestly, Balthus's careful checking-in is impossibly endearing, and while he's tempted to tease him for it? Yuri keeps it to himself. It's not every day he gets to be with a man who genuinely cares about him — heck, it's not every day he gets to be with a man who matters — and the tips of his ears burn warm as it stirs at something low in his chest. )
I had no idea you'd be so adorable. ( A moment is taken to lean in and catch his lips in a smiling kiss. ) But no, I don't mind. It's kinda hot.
( The silky purr of his words flare hot against Balthus's ear, and Yuri lets his hand slide around again to stroke his thumb against the other man's lips. While it's not something he'd thought about before, he finds himself struck by the mental image of Balthus's face between his legs, and his own dick throbs hard as he lets himself picture his thighs spread over broad shoulders.
... Yeah. They're doing that at some point soon. )
Don't you think? It'd be like a reminder that your lips have been all over my cock.
( The pad of his thumb presses gently, as though testing the give of the plush of Balthus's lips. Another tiny movement pushes the tip into that velvet-soft heat, teasing over the line of his teeth before sliding out again. Yuri exhales softly as he pulls back just enough to flash Balthus a cocky smirk: )
A reminder that you got on your knees for me and used your tongue to make me feel good.
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[At least they're almost to the dormitories, not least of which because Balthus's pace has subconsciously quickened in direct proportion to how overtly Yuri's been toying with him. Sure, he's got enough dignity at least to not flat-out run, but the sooner they arrive, the sooner it'll be less talking and more action — and he is nothing if not a man of action.]
But I see what you're after. I don't get on my knees for just anyone.
[It's an attractive thought, though — one he can picture clearly. He could push Yuri's knees apart and sweep kisses up the insides of his thighs, and leave bite marks on his skin like he'd wanted to, in a place far better concealed than an unexposed neck. He could take his time, and have Yuri spread out for him, and watch the reactions he got. Maybe he could make Yuri feel good about more than just sex. That's an attractive thought, too.
He opens his mouth obligingly when the thumb tugs down his bottom lip, making space for it to dart inside like it's testing the waters, seeing if he shies away at the implication of giving pleasure with his lips and tongue. Well, they've made it to the dormitory by now and there's a mattress right over there with Yuri's name on it, and both he and the aching length straining at his pants are about ready to get something done about it.
So he heads over, half-lowering and half-dropping Yuri onto it, and props one hand on the mattress next to him for support while he ducks in and kisses him like he deserves to be — pushy and messy and hot.]
M'not gonna treat you like a lady. [He murmurs, into the slender gap of space that exists between one kiss and another.] M'gonna treat you like my treasured boss. So say the word, and I'm all yours.
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( Balthus may never have been with a man before but he certainly isn't shying away from being with Yuri, who grins up at him from the bed in that half-second between being lowered to the mattress and soundly kissed. Good, he wants to say, as he tosses his violets to the messy side-table. Good. Yuri doesn't want to be treated like a lady — doesn't want to be treated like anyone he's been with before, really, and he tosses his violets onto the little side-table before sinking both hands into Balthus's hair. )
All mine, huh?
( Yuri hums, pulling him back in for another of those deep, messy kisses he likes so much. One leg bends up beside Balthus's hip as lets himself just enjoy the moment; to take everything his friend will offer him while giving himself in return. )
Yeah, that sounds pretty good to me.
( Balthus's warmth, his strength, and that golden heart of his — his ridiculous loud mouth, his complete lack of gambling savvy, his inability to do anything by half. Yuri's heart jumps in his chest at the idea that, if he doesn't mess it up, this man really could be his. He isn't sure he deserves him, but Goddess, that doesn't mean he isn't going to try. )
Show me what you'd do for your treasured boss.
( He teases, letting his hands roam down Balthus's chest and over his abdomen until his fingers reach his trousers. Yuri isn't in a hurry to rip them off him (yet) but it doesn't stop him from copping a lazy feel; Balthus is heavy, hot, and so hard in his trousers that he can easily palm up and over the shape of his erection. He feels big too — big enough that Yuri finds himself all but panting in anticipation — and when he reaches the head he gently presses down with the side of his thumb. )
And maybe show me this, while you're at it.
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I want to see you smudge that lipstick on it. How's that for a "reminder of where your mouth has been"?
[He rolls his hips into Yuri's exploring hand, just enough of a press to be approving, but then it's time to get down to business — and so he does lower himself down, hooking one hand under Yuri's thigh to keep his leg supported even as he starts to shift within its grasp, making his way further and further down until he's propped on one knee and can guide him to hook his leg over one of his shoulders, instead.
Yeah, all right. The loss of Yuri's stroking hand was a shame, to be sure, but this'll be just as good. Now it's easy to turn his head and mouth kisses up the inside of Yuri's thigh, revering him like he deserves to be while he works his way steadily toward the swell of his still-clothed dick.]
But that can wait. This comes first.
[He thinks a minute about it, missing the overt innuendo, and winds up doubling down on it regardless in his quiet adoration.]
You come first.
[That's either romantic as hell or an accurate summation of how his sexual encounters tend to do, and it's anyone's guess which one it is.]
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( He comes first, huh?
Yuri knows there's no point in comparing this to the kind of sex he's normally used to, and yet he can't quite find it to stop himself from doing so anyway. He's bedded all sorts of men over the years — some of them excellent fucks, some of them decidedly unexcellent — and he's found that when he's being paid for his services? His own pleasure is usually a happy accident.
To know that Balthus genuinely wants to make him feel good is a powerfully heady feeling, and Yuri's teeth nip into his lower lip for a moment as he watches him from beneath the dark fan of his lashes. )
I'll believe that when I see it.
( ... But he still has to tease. He still has to pretend he holds all the cards even though Balthus is plucking them from his hand, one by one, with each sincere little gesture he lays down before him. Determined not to let the other man take them so easily, Yuri lets his hands drift to the belt cinching in his waist and deftly pulls it from its loops. The clasp at his shoulder follows, and the chain holding his cloak in place slithers off to the floor, followed by the soft rustle of clothing as Yuri unbuttons his uniform to let the thing fall open.
Framed by dark material, his skin seems even paler than it normally would. Yuri's chest is smooth and hairless — which should hardly be a surprise, all things considers — and soft-pink nipples tighten to attention as the cool air caresses his skin. He's lean and toned from years of swordplay but his skin is soft as any noblewoman's — as unblemished as any noblewoman's, too — which is suggestion enough of how much gold he's spent on skin creams and healing magic.
(Spoiler: it's a lot.)
Tilting his hips, Yuri spreads his thighs that bit wider to pull the material taut over his erection. There's really no escaping the fact that he's hard now, nor that his dick isn't necessarily as short as the rest of him, and he props himself up on an elbow for a moment just to give himself a moment to think. )
... Hey.
( He nudges the side of Balthus's head with his knee. )
I know you're down there being the Indomitable King of Enthusiasm, but if it turns out this isn't for you ...
( Yuri snorts softly. )
Wouldn't be the first time I had a guy change his mind once he got to my cock. It's okay.
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Goddess, he really doesn't want to screw this up. He's got to make sure not to screw it up, even if right now most of his thinking capacity is being directed toward wanting to put his mouth all over Yuri's perfect skin, and asking himself in the back of his mind how he's lasted this long without doing precisely that.]
Hey, don't underestimate me. If it's as pretty as the rest of you, then you've got nothing to worry about.
[That was a nice trick Yuri pulled earlier, he thinks idly, thumbing him through his pants and all. Nice enough to borrow it, actually, and maybe do him one better. Besides, he'll probably wind up with a knife to his throat if he gets reckless and winds up ripping through the fabric instead of unfastening it all properly, so he's got a little time to kill, first. Luckily, he's gotten his own pants off while drunk enough times that opening the fastenings up without looking isn't going to be a problem.
He skims his hands up the insides of Yuri's thighs, petting his way toward the trapped bulge on display, and as he does he leans in closer and takes advantage of the way Yuri has propped himself up, bringing his mouth up to his freshly-bared chest and drawing his lips over one of Yuri's rosy nipples.]
Same to you, though. If you don't like something, tell me, all right?
[Smoothly, he kisses his way across Yuri's chest, licking and nipping while his fingers work at getting Yuri's erection freed.]
And if you want something, tell me, for sure. Like, say — how about you put one of those hands in my hair, huh?
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( Yuri lets himself settle back again as Balthus's hand move to the fastenings of his trousers, evidently satisfied enough by his reply (and his deft fingers, and the press of his mouth across his chest) to let this continue to unfold. The leg draped over Balthus's shoulder twitches a little when his lips brush against his nipple — the tiny sensation is somehow more than enough to have him throbbing in his trousers, which fall open across his crotch as though working to some kind of cue.
Balthus is good at this. )
Mm. Yeah — I'll tell you.
( Obliging him is easy. Yuri's hand sinks back into his hair to play through the thick, dark locks, before tightening into a loose fist that tugs against Balthus's scalp. It's fortunate that he seems to like this as much as Yuri does — perhaps even moreso — and it stirs a drop of heat deep into his core as he thinks of the possibilities. If Balthus likes a little hair pulling, what else might he enjoy?
... He'll think about that later on. With his cock finally freed from his trousers Yuri uses that loose fist to guide him back down; it's not pushing, exactly, so much as a gentle suggestion of pressure, and one that will bring Balthus's face a little closer to the flushed curve of his dick.
Whether it's as pretty as the rest of him is for his friend to decide. He's neatly waxed and trimmed to a narrow patch that sits just above the root of his dick — which is a little larger than average, and curves up nicely to sit below the divot of his navel. The tip is glossed with clear fluid that belies his easy-going tone: )
Thoughts?
( Yuri slides his free hand down between them to curl around the base of his dick, which he pulls into a slow, easy stroke that rolls all the way up to the head. Evidently enjoying himself, he lets his thighs splay a little wider as he settles back against the sheets, before rolling his fist back down and hitching his hips to meet it. )
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What really gets him is the moment when he remembers it's Yuri who's into this. This is Yuri, excited and hard and showing off for him, and he's the one who's got him that way.
Not too shabby, if he does say so himself. Which he does.]
...Yeah, I'd have to be crazy to change my mind.
[All right, so the mechanics of sticking out his tongue and licking right now are a little different too, but he's adaptable. First things first, though, he's got to get Yuri to quit showing off with stroking himself and let him tag in with mouth and tongue, but he's got some ideas about that, too.
His timing is good; he waits until Yuri finishes his downstroke and then moves his face in, closing his mouth around one of Yuri's knuckles and kissing softly at his hand, trying to distract him from moving it again.]
C'mon, Yuri. I got some kisses with your name on 'em.
[He nuzzles at Yuri's hand, tonguing lightly against the fine soft skin as he slowly makes his intentions clear, and then eventually lifts his chin and moves up just enough to lick a shallow stripe against the underside of his dick.]