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Who: Balthier ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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.
portolan, David helpdesk_heroWhat: 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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"You just want to drive me wild don't you?"
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“Always,” he promised. “How am I doing?”
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He works the man's skirt up too, as he's finally lying there.
"I don't suppose you prepared the roof for us? Like, hid supplies?"
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And he grins at David’s question. “There’s a drawer in the storage piece near the stair.” There are condoms, and also warming oil. They haven’t used it before, but after their restraint adventure went well, he decided it didn’t hurt to pick up something he wanted.
And maybe he’s a little into the idea of a not quite private space.
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He leaves a light kiss on Balthier's hip before rising and moving away. He didn't want to let the guy go, but he's going to. So he goes to fetch their supplies and soon replies, looking at the lube with a smile.
"I see the man needs more heat in his life. I'll be glad to oblige."
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Then he's grinning into David's reply, looking up at his moonlit, gorgeous man. "You look like a dream," he says. "All glowing and heroic. Though I think gold light suits you better than silver." There's still a hazy image emblazoned in his memory, back when they first met and he was suffering David's migraine, that wonderful man encircled in gold light above him in his feverish state. Like a supernatural being from a faerie tale.
CW: NSFW Beyond This Point. Lots of Intimacy
"I could be your dream."
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For now he spreads Balthier's legs a bit more so he might kiss the insides of his thighs. He wanted to make sure that he was building up slowly for Balthier.
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It's wondrous how well this man knows him, how well they fit each other.
"Golden and between my legs is certainly an image of you I'm going to keep," he grins.
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"You know you like keeping it too."
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"Alas, you see through me," he agrees. "I am helpless for any reminders of how happy I am when you're with me."
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"You are unfairly good at this."
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"I suppose I should lick a little more before we ruin you with heat."
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"Don't make it sound like a procedure," he chuckles. "I will thoroughly enjoy however you wish to apply your talents. So long as I end up with some part of you riding my cock." He does want to fuck you, love. Though he'd take being fucked too.
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ftb here? Just let them have their fun and all that, and free us up for other things?
For now he just wants them both to be enjoying themselves, and that is basically the only thing that matters for him.