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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( 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.]