That low, beautiful laughter is becoming one of Balthier's very favorite sounds. He grins into their kiss to hear it now alongside moans and gasps. All his. All offered freely.

And then David's hips roll and they are grinding and gods he can feel David, shudders at how sensitive he is to being felt back. His lips go lax for a moment, exhaling sharply.

Change of plan. He wraps his free leg around David and rolls his body against the other man, digging into that friction. Digging into that grip on his ass. Searching with his tongue. Like anything he doesn't find today will be lost in some tomb below the sands; he must be thorough.