[Closed] | Closer to the Skies

[portolan]

Who: Balthier portolan, David helpdesk_hero
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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[portolan]

"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."

[helpdesk_hero]

"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.

[portolan]

Balthier watches David fiddle with his ring and smiles quietly. What an absurd thing to have given him so early, and Balthier is glad he did every time he sees David with it.

He laughs at David's response, though. "I meant the food but you're also right."

[helpdesk_hero]

At this point, not wearing it when he was with Balthier was rare. Every little gift was so often treasured and showed off.

"I didn't. But I'm glad that you care."

[portolan]

He adores that David cherishes whatever he's given -- energy, labor, gifts, affection.

"We've both come a long way, haven't we?" And what a gift that was, being able to grow, being able to listen. The trust they have is something he cannot overvalue.

[helpdesk_hero]

They were all things of great value. Better ones than even words he thinks.

"So very long. Six months, Balthier. You and I for half of an Earth year. Through the worst and the best."

[portolan]

"I'm still planning on many more," he says with the lift of an eyebrow, memory warm at the first time they talked about that. Jokes aside, it's wonderful to be here and now still saying it, still wanting more, still feeling wanted. Truly, feeling even more wanted. Those lows were nothing small, but there's a stability in them, too. "I'm greedy and demanding and possessive and never satisfied."

[helpdesk_hero]

"Many, many more," David agrees, his voice soft as he reached out to lay a hand on Balthier's leg.

And then he smiled. "Reminder: the skirt is super cute."

And Balthier should hear that too.

[portolan]

"It really is, isn't it?" Balthier says with a grin. Honestly, he'd forgotten he was wearing it, which is its own joy. His face is warm though, because he likes David making sure he knows all of this is supported, likes when his voice gets soft like that.

And because he is who he is, "I'm looking forward to fucking you in it."

[helpdesk_hero]

Well that earns a bark of laughter, David grinning and shaking his head.

"Choose your words carefully. I can't tell if you want me to put it on or not."

[portolan]

"Mmm you make a good point -- a type of garment we can actually share." He likes that idea. And David's laugh. "But to be clear, I will be giving you the pleasure of fucking me while I am in a skirt and heels." His turn to be taller. And skirts were easy to fuck in.

Of course, he'll give David whatever else he wants too.

[helpdesk_hero]

Oh. David licks his lips. He's so excited about that.

"I think I'll enjoy bending you over that to have our fun."

[portolan]

That beautiful want on David's face, and raising his fantasy like that. Balthier nearly shudders, aware that another step or two down this path and he's going to be aroused here and now. There's temptation, knowing they have relative privacy. But there's something else he wants to do between dinner and finding their way inside.

"Wrapped in clothes and braced for you, I'll practically be tied up," he says as evenly as possible, but there's warmth toying at his face in recollection of the last time they did something new.

[helpdesk_hero]

"Yes, you would be," David agreed, smiling to himself as he served more food. Oh boy, he's got plans now. Or needs to plan. What to bend him over?

"I think I'm liking the plans for tonight."

[portolan]

Well with Balthier's new powers, he presumably could pause the furniture in an unaltered state.

Of course, assuming he doesn't lose his concentration entirely.

Which are both thoughts crossing his mind, and he'd be lying if he said the idea of having to try not to entirely lose his mind while getting fucked by the one who drove him mad wasn't appealing.

"Good," he says, hand coming to stroke David's jaw. "Because I'm also planning to take you flying first." Another surprise, but also a way to temper the heat that's very much growing in him.

[helpdesk_hero]

See, the point would be to lose focus on anything but David. Flying, though, has David's eyes dancing with excitement.

"Oh, I'm definitely for that."

[portolan]

Oh, Balthier agrees, but the harder that is for him to do, the more fun it is when it happens.

And right now David's reaction has all his attention. It doesn't drain him like at used to, flying far like that, but it still takes its toll, which will make the sex all the better, both of them blissed out from the evening but David still full of energy.

"I thought you might be. I'm honestly surprised we haven't actually managed to see the city that way yet."

They've nearly cleared their share plate, though they've made no dent on the food on the table. "Here," he says, because he's making sure David tries this before they're both full of other things. He puts what's more or less the equivalent of two grape leaves on their plate, fragrant and full of rice and spices. "I used to beg my mother to make these."

[helpdesk_hero]

"ANd what are the chances I'll be begging you for them?" he asks, selecting one and lifting it to his lips. It was a damn good bite of food too. Earns another noise of desire and happiness.

[portolan]

"The way this night is going you'll be begging me one way or another."

Sharing these foods with David, though, is lovely.

[helpdesk_hero]

"I intend to be begging," David agreed with a grin. "Or maybe have you begging. Who knows. I'm open to surprise."

[portolan]

Alright, he's getting aroused, and he's not remotely trying to hide it.

"The wonderful thing about us," Balthier says, running a knuckle down the curve of David's neck, "Is we are excellent at having it all."

[helpdesk_hero]

It's a good look on him. David won't complain about that.

"I guess that makes us greedy."

[portolan]

"I'm a pirate, that's a given. More surprising on you." He loves when David is greedy.

Speaking of, "What else can I tempt you with before I ply you with cake?" And yes, non-food answers are welcome. He knows what he did.

[helpdesk_hero]

"Maybe I just want to be loved and accepted," he notes. Because that's true. He's desperate for it.

"You could tempt me with you."

[portolan]

“That’s my favorite kind of greed.” Because he wants that too; the most decadent and wonderful and necessary thing in the world. “I will always encourage that.”

To the latter he lounges back, very aware of his best angles including the way the skirt tents lightly as his interest. “Am I not tempting already?”