Whatever sense of control or reserve he’s held onto absolutely crumples as David gives him those loud, glorious sounds. And then bringing his name into it so forcefully — he can hardly keep himself standing, and the need to do so to brace them both just intensifies his pleasure. His own sounds ring out in response, unbridled joy increasingly colored with pleas of his own. They are a duet, a harmony, two celestial bodies in an endless dance of love and want.

David’s whole body convulses in ecstasy. Balthier prides himself in being able to please partners but this is different. This fills him with pride, elation, relief. Even more desire. With a musical cry of Ivalician swears and David’s beloved name, he lets them both fall to the bed, shivering in aftershocks, still inside his love, wanting to hold that sense of being one for a few moments longer.

He wraps his arms around David, placing gentle kisses on his back even as shivers wrack his body.

He loves this man so much that it almost hurts.