An instrument quite finely tuned and willing to voice itself for him at that. David gave a shuddering gasp of delight at the gentle touch, and it almost seemed like he didn't know how to react. His hips jerked forward of course, body desperate for some more concrete touch, but his head tilted back, away from the chance to kiss Balthier as he bit is own lip.

Another attempt to silence himself, only for him to remember that wasn't the goal here. Old habits would need broken. Something told him Balthier had the patience for that.