[ It’s not in Balthier’s nature to be modest in any way, and, even clothed as he is, there’s absolutely nothing modest about the way he pursues his attentions. He flashes him a sharp smirk, pushing his way willfully into his space as if he could bully him into reclining on his back among the pillows through quick kisses and playful gropes. He knows he hardly needs to, of course, but it’s more fun to throw his weight around a little rather than simply ask. ]
You fuss so. All you need— [ He murmurs against Basch’s collarbone, nipping for good measure. His fingers stroke through the hair on his chest as he works his way down. ] —is to relax. Let the leading man run the show, mm?
[ That he rather cheekily tweaks Basch’s nipple as he goes might be at odds with relaxation, but he’s clearly enjoying himself here. ]
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You fuss so. All you need— [ He murmurs against Basch’s collarbone, nipping for good measure. His fingers stroke through the hair on his chest as he works his way down. ] —is to relax. Let the leading man run the show, mm?
[ That he rather cheekily tweaks Basch’s nipple as he goes might be at odds with relaxation, but he’s clearly enjoying himself here. ]