( 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.
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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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( 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.]