[ It’s certainly not the smoothest dirty talk he’s ever heard, but— well, he has to admit it’s doing it for him. Basch is not, by his very nature, at all smooth. He’s forthright and entirely too honest, and so Balthier makes a point of moaning quite luridly, the sound muffled and wet, in appreciation as he is declared to be so pleasing. He reaches somewhat blindly, guiding one of Basch’s hands to his hair to give him another outlet for that building need of his. For all that he keeps it short, there’s certainly still enough to tug at if he’s of a mind to.
He forces himself down, making an almost-gagged noise for just a moment there as he goes further than his comfort warrants, his hand pumping along the shaft where he can’t quite manage. But then he bobs back up, a little breathless and his face flushed in a somewhat unflattering way. Better to keep his focus higher up and stroke the rest, really, for all that he’s eager to impress. ]
no subject
He forces himself down, making an almost-gagged noise for just a moment there as he goes further than his comfort warrants, his hand pumping along the shaft where he can’t quite manage. But then he bobs back up, a little breathless and his face flushed in a somewhat unflattering way. Better to keep his focus higher up and stroke the rest, really, for all that he’s eager to impress. ]