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[Closed] | Closer to the Skies

Who: Balthier

portolan, David

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What: A date
When: early/mid August
Where: Balthier's house, Excelsior
Content Warnings: nsfw intimacy

David comes over more regularly these days, so it isn't hard to be natural about suggesting a dinner in on a Friday evening after work. What's more difficult is hiding the evidence that he's working on something up on the roof, especially since David is more comfortable coming in and out without much warning these days. Balthier loves that, truly, and is willing to work around it, even if he thinks his cover has been blown more than once. One night he had to illusion a package of lights to look like anything else. Normally he'd never use his power on David, so he hopes this is alright.

Regardless, it comes together, and he takes the day off work to spend it cooking. He's been slowing practicing throughout the summer, figuring out how to put together things that remind him of home. And he does know how to make cake, so he does that too.

David's running late that day -- Balthier might have asked the office to delay him -- so that by the time David makes it over, the sun is getting close to setting and everything is ready to go. Balthier is still getting a hand of the new powers he discovered when his own came back to him, but the slow spells have been particularly useful for keeping food hot or chilled.

The only thing left to do is change, something else he's been working on all summer, trying to find pieces that still feel like himself. So it's the first time he's wearing both a simple black crop top and a high waisted, flowing circle skirt with a patterns that reminds him of home. His earrings and rings and bracelets are all on of course, and a heavy pair of leather shoes, and somehow he feels...settled. Like himself. Home.

The only thing that's missing is David, and that's not going to last hardly any longer.

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The statement of delight earns a smile from David. Yeah, that's something he's cool with. But the other food earns a wide-eyed gaze. This is so damn good.

"Oh man, it smells like so much. Where should I start?"

"Now you know why I like my food complex. I usually mix them together over rice, but you can eat them with flatbread the too." He serves a plate for them to share. There are forks and bread both close by. And this magical way of keeping the food hot is wonderful -- that had been his only real concern.

Scions, he's forgotten to even get into the wine, but he doesn't much care. That's lovely to have with cake after, too.

"It reminds me of some foods here. Indian specifically. Maybe some Middle Eastern?"

But it could be something else too. For now he's happy to just try something from the plate offered to him.

"Thank you, for doing this. I've been so tired lately."

“We’ll have to try more of those when we go out.” He’s had a little, but not much.

He puts an arm around David, pulling him close when the other isn’t in danger of losing his food to his lap. “I know. And you’ve gotten better at letting me take care of you.” Honestly Balthier’s been tired too, but his living situation hasn’t as complicated, and the steady set of tasks to work on has been calming, especially when his mind won’t settle to draw.

"Sounds like the best plan. I'll come up with the right restaurant to take you to," she says with a smile.

"This time with you is so soothing."

"Good." That's what he wants to be, as often as he can: a safe port, a reliable ship -- somewhere that feels equal parts comfortable and freeing. "It is for me too."

He's happy he was able to put tonight together. All their time together is lovely in its own way, but taking the time to step out of their regular lives and be together is something he cherishes.

David set his fork aside for a moment, reaching out for Balthier's hand so he might tangle their fingers together. It would be pleasing to just hold his hand like that.

"My darling, thank you. I haven't... I haven't been given something so beautiful, so thoughtful, and so romantic in years. You've given me something so good I can't even put into words."

It would be. For everything they get up to, Balthier is always happy for small touches and quiet company, and he always loves when David takes his hand.

"You are fun to spoil," Balthier promises, kissing his temple. David appreciates the labor, catches all the details. "I'm picky about my audience." He squeezes his love's hand. Really, he's pleased to brimming that David is so happy with all this.

"I don't tend to allow it often. So it's extra worthwhile," he says, smiling at his lover. Because this is just the best. It makes him feel...

Well, loved.

"You, beloved, make me feel valuable."

He lets out a low chuckle. "Oh? What will you do to me if I spoil you too often?"

But he hears the tenderness in that admission, knows David's history. And more food can wait a minute, because they aren't out in public, so for once he can just tug David into his lap and kiss him with all the force of his love the moment he wants to.

"My most cherished find," he agrees softly, cradling David to him a few moments longer.

David might ask him for even more of their relationship, which he doesn't think he should be doing. So he just smiles warmly, because he does love his partner so much.

Though being pulled close to Balthier to be kissed like that was... Oh it was breathtaking. Actually took his breath away. Fuck.

"I love you," he says, breathless after the kiss.

Balthier would encourage him to be indulgent if he knew that line of thinking. But David accepts so much from him, and gives it right back. What they have is good, and as much as he always wants to see his love more, he also doesn't really ever want that desire to fade.

And David's breathlessness still leaves him as content and giddy as the first few times. "I know," he says. And he does, believes David entirely. "I still like to hear you say it, though."

"Then I'll say it even more," David promised as he caught his breath once more. "I love you, my sweet star."

He should know better by now, but it still always surprises him when he makes a passing comment of a desire or a preference and David immediately moves to fill it. He feels like he already has so much more than he ever could have expected, and here this man is constantly happy to offer him more.

Balthier cups his love's face, shaking his head slightly with a curling grin. He still can't quite believe being this wildly in love. "And I you, my precious moon. Somehow more every week that passes."

Giving more and more of himself is always what David will do. It's in his nature. It's how he loves.

"I'm glad to hear it," he chuckled warmly. "I wouldn't want to wax and wane."

"My love for you does not wax and wane," he chuckles back. "But to be clear, you are very much allowed to. I even like when you're tired or being thick." He's grinning, teasing even if there's truth to it.

"Nor mine for you," he promises with a soft smile. "But I'm glad you want to keep me around even when I'm an idiot."

And he knows that's a non-zero amount of time.

"Wouldn't be you otherwise," he says with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

Alright, he has to pull his attention back to the meal or he's just going to start undressing David, which isn't unappealing but he has other plans this evening too.

"What can I get you more of?"

Yeah, he supposed he wouldn't be.

"I think I'd love to try the entree."

Balthier serves rice and bread and a mix of the lamb and goat and vegetables together where it’s easier to both reach them. Then he scoops a mix of it onto the bread to hold to David’s mouth because he isn’t quite done teasing.

Oh what a tease he is.

"ANd here I thought I was the one that was the tease. But you? Oh you my dear, you keep me caught up in wanting," he laughs before leaning in to take a bite.

Which comes with such a noise of pleasure from the taste.

"Fuck, man, that's amazing. You need to cook for me more."

"Getting a taste of your own medicine is good for you," Balthier teases back. David's not the only one caught in wanting, and when David wants to make Balthier weak with desire, he has no difficulty.

He's particularly pleased how well this is going over though, grinning at David's continued praise. "So demanding. I fear I've created a monster." That's an order he'll happily take, David.

"Rawr?" he teased with a smile, before shrugging. "What can I say. I like a man who can cook."

And that man who can cook is also beautiful and cares about him.

"You must really like me, then, since you were satisfied before I cooked for you," he teases back.

Balthier starts on the meal as well with his own sound of pleasure, but in case it's more nostalgia. "Scions it took awhile to get this right."

"I really do," he promised. And for a moment his fingers toyed with his ring. He meant it. It felt so damn good to be so possessed.

"It did. In every sense. But we're good now.

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