There they both are, the wind and the earth, feeling firmly themselves and firmly wanted for it.

And David is entirely culpable for that movement. Balthier grins. Nothing like a strong, broad, warm hand gripping his ass like he owns it.

His hand that is free turns David's head so that he can suck hard on the place where David's jaw meets his neck, breaking only to trail more kisses down the tender skin of his neck. He restrains himself from leaving marks -- David does have work in the morning -- but barely. He wants to mark David as his.