[ It's not a long afterglow, even after it being so good (what slip in performance, Basch wouldn't know what that is about) - his mind is far too twitchy for it, and has been for a long time now. But it still means that Balthier gets an arm around him, warm and heavy and languid, and Basch turns his head to nuzzle into Balthier's face aimlessly.
It's when those nuzzles turn into more determined kisses (and his heartbeat finally starts slowing down beneath his palm) that Balthier might know that the waiting is over. Basch shifts a little so that he can capture Balthier's lips for a proper kiss, undisturbed by his own taste but seeking Balthier's beneath it, hand cupping the elegant cheek once more.
... and then Basch lightly flips them over, so that it's Balthier's who's lying back into the pillows, with Basch's palms on each side of his head and blue eyes still heavy-lidded but bright and focused again. His knee slides up along the inside of Balthier's thigh, hesitates, and if not met with resistance (or verbal denial), presses lightly against the bulge in those tight pants. ]
I believe that it is my tun. If that is all right.
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It's when those nuzzles turn into more determined kisses (and his heartbeat finally starts slowing down beneath his palm) that Balthier might know that the waiting is over. Basch shifts a little so that he can capture Balthier's lips for a proper kiss, undisturbed by his own taste but seeking Balthier's beneath it, hand cupping the elegant cheek once more.
... and then Basch lightly flips them over, so that it's Balthier's who's lying back into the pillows, with Basch's palms on each side of his head and blue eyes still heavy-lidded but bright and focused again. His knee slides up along the inside of Balthier's thigh, hesitates, and if not met with resistance (or verbal denial), presses lightly against the bulge in those tight pants. ]
I believe that it is my tun. If that is all right.