Oh. He wasn't expecting to be met with such wantedness. How does David always manage to do that? To surprise him. To make him feel so desired, accepted. The how doesn't matter, really; just that it's there time and again. That it makes him feel seen and possessed and cherished. Like he isn't going to be let go.

Balthier lets himself be pulled closer, revels in it really. He breaks the kiss only to gasp for air, and takes far too little before pressing lips together again.