[ The protest is on his lips, even if he knows with every fiber of his being that right now, he is curious. Deeper than that, he wants to believe, for a little while, that this is possible, that he could be carefree and wanted and fulfilled. That there was an adventure out there that may actually finally find him some sort of home.
That want is only fanned when the Prince closes the space between them, kissing him like Balthier is the thing he wants most in the world. The pirate's shoulders tighten then sag, a moan curling in his throat, shuddering with the force of it. Of course he's kissing back, desperate and hungry. One hand comes to curl around the prince's neck, the other pressing against his chest.
He has no plan, no route of escape, no clever words. It should be terrifying, but it's just free. ]
[ The Prince’s lips curve with satisfaction when he feels that first step of surrender in the human. Keeping him pressed against the wall, Sylvain presses his advantage, keeping the kiss hot and hungry and demanding, taking everything the human offers up with his own hunger. Knowing that the speeding pulse, the race of blood in his veins, will only have those berries working faster, the wine affecting him more strongly. He can taste it still on his lips, and though it has no effect on the Fae, his tongue laps at it all the same, letting Balthier taste it on his tongue.
He shifts, using his body to pin the human in place, right where he wants him. held snug against the wall. One hand is still braced to one side of his head, caging him in, but the other drops to his hips, holding him still as he slides a thigh between Balthier’s legs, grinding it up against him.
Most Fae are willowy and slim, but Sylvain had always been built different. Broad and thick with the bulk of a warrior. It has Balthier looking far more like the Fae lover here in contrast, but Sylvain doesn’t mind as he leans into him. Uses his body as a different sort of weapon as he teases that want in the other man, fans it into an open flame. ]
[ No one's taken him like this in years. He hasn't let anyone get close enough. Even when he occasionally dallies, he always makes sure he's in control.
It's...wonderful, enough that he moans against that mouth. Being held right where he needs to be, not having to be the one who is stronger, smarter, faster, three steps ahead. He hisses pleasurably as the Prince braces his hips, a thigh coming to tease him. The tightness of his pants only do them both favors (or, perhaps, are another weapon against him).
Normally, he'd be coy, but the wine and the berries flow through his veins, and so his hands come to smooth hungrily over the prince, tracing the shape of his torso beneath the fabric before settling on his ass, filling his palms with those curves.
People often wondered if Balthier was Fae; he wondered it himself, not knowing enough of his mother. But right now, he feels utterly human, enraptured by a being so much more beautiful and powerful than he could ever be. And instead of feeling frightened or envious, all he feels is want. To be the object of desire of something so otherworldly, that oughtn't have the time of day for humes--
He moans again, pulling the Prince toward him as he rocks against that thigh. ]
[ He smiles into the kiss at the man’s eager response, sliding his thigh against him again, giving him that firm friction to ground himself against. His hand shifts in to cup at the nape of Baltier’s neck as he devours him, delves deep into that kiss to learn every inch of his mouth, exploring and tasting. he gives a soft, purred moan of satisfaction as the man’s hands roam over his own body, encouraging that.
Balthier had been so concerned about a trap in the food, something that would ensnare him and keep him here. The Prince hadn’t bothered with the obvious ploy of that. He knew there were far stronger lures, far stronger hungers he could bait. And Balthier was only proving him right - not that he was about to point that out to the man, not when he was already bending so beautifully to exactly how the Prince wanted him.
He deliberately kept his pace slow, but demanding. Making the human give an inch, then another. Letting the berries and the wine fan the flame until Balthier would chase after it, beg him for more. He only had to dangle the lure of it there, ripe for the taking. And with only a little encouragement, the human would likely walk into his own cage willingly.
All he had to do was make it as enticing as possible. And that? He happened to be very very good at. ]
[ It makes him dizzy hearing the Prince's approving purr. That he should be desirable to someone with such discerning and powerful tastes is heady on is own. He wants to show off, wants to please, and he melts readily into the way the Prince slowly but firmly drives him forward.
So rarely does he get to be the one being led. It is a blissful freedom, one he grieves he did not get more often. Every press of thigh or tongue has him pressing back, moaning softly as his breath comes in gasps. His hands continue to rove, clever in the way they skate lightly against flesh then dig in with want.
Any recollection that this was dangerous, that it is unlike him to make himself so vulnerable to a stranger, and a powerful one, is far from his mind. ]
That’s it. [ He murmurs against Balthier’s lips, nipping lightly at the lower one as his hand comes up to cradle his face. ] That’s my good little pet. Open for me. Let me taste you.
[ And let his pet taste him, since the Fae were everything that was alluring to the humans. Designed to entice and ensnare any of their senses, he would start with this one. Give the human something sweet to crave, to whet his appetite for more.
Sylvain wanted him hungry, and only then would he feast on the man. He smiles, deepening the kiss again until he knew the human would need air. Only then does he pull back enough to trail kisses back Balthier’s jaw, down his throat, sucking redness into the flesh beneath his mouth. Leaving possessive marks on his skin as he explored. ]
So responsive, pet. You’re so sensitive for me. I can’t wait to explore every pretty inch of you.
[ That praise makes his breath jagged, and he does not hesitate to comply, wanting, needing to be good enough. The berries and the wine dig deeper, back to things he'd thought he'd locked and buried, and brings them up so forcibly he doesn't even realize how wrong it is to be wanting this.
He lets Sylvain's tongue press in, exploring for a moment before he presses back greedily, tangling their warmth together and kissing like he needs it to survive. The Prince presses, and Balthier yields, gasping and sputtering by the time they break for air. Those gasps turn to shudders and moans, arousal throbbing as he feels possession being etched onto him. ]
You would mark me...so soon? [ he asks, dazed and near whining. There's something incredulous and wanting to his voice ] How are you sure you won't tire of me by the evening's end? [ If he were in control, it would be a playful tease, but it isn't. There's a real sadness there, echoes of a hurt boy who could not understand what he kept doing wrong. ]
[ He hears that discordant note and pulls back just enough to search the human’s face. Warm hands cup up to cup against flushed skin as he gaze narrows for a moment, searching his face. That hadn’t been a ploy at all, but it also hadn’t been what he’d expected to shake loose in this man when he tempted him with pleasure.
There was a wound here, a deep one. He would have to tread carefully.
So when he bends in to steal another kiss, this one is softer. Coaxing. ]
Sweet pet, I could give you pretty words, but I think you have already heard too many of those and they would not persuade you. So I will have to show you instead. Because I will not tire of you anytime soon. You are full of surprises. Just like this.
[ He kisses his way back the man’s jaw once more, lips lingering just below his ear as his warm breath teases against his skin. His thigh presses in a little more firmly, caging the man in again, until he is all the human will be able to focus on. ]
But I think you want to be claimed, my pretty little human. Feel how you tremble for it. Have I made you ache, pet?
[ He isn't used to having a gaze that intense focused on him, not in a long time. And certainly not bookended by softness. There's an odd sense of shame and deep longing, made stranger by the Prince's awareness that words will not soothe this want. Not that Balthier would have turned them down.
And not that he believes the Prince either. He wants to, of course, but how many times had his young heart been exposed just to be torn open or thrown away, often both? He'd learned to keep it tucked away, and much as he wanted it to be taken up, it could not happen in one night.
Still, his breath hitches against the kisses walking back to his ear, and the hot breath on his neck. The Prince's thigh presses in, and those anxious thoughts subside into the blissful ache of want. ]
Yes [ He rasps, utterly unable to deny it. ] Skies above, yes.
[ The words are a soft rasp against his ear as his hands sweep over the man’s torso and he sucks another tiny mark into the man’s throat, just beneath his ear. ]
Don’t worry. I don’t intend to leave you wanting, pretty. I intend to savor you. Every glorious inch.
[ He pulls back as he lets his finger trail down the center of Balthier’s chest. As if by magic, the vest parts in his finger’s wake, falling open for him. ]
And I’m going to ensure you enjoy every moment of it just as much as I am. I promised you pleasures beyond imagining, didn’t I? And I am very much a fae of my word. But this is no setting for us to have such a feast. Shall we retire somewhere more comfortable, my pet? Will you let me explore you at my leisure?
[ There’s a double meaning in those words, but he doesn’t draw attention to it. Not as his fingers circle around a dark nipple still hidden away beneath his shirt - a tease of anticipation for the pleasure to come, if only Balthier surrenders to him. ]
[ Fae can't lie. That's the only reason Balthier is able to believe him, whining in want at the promise of it.
That's before the Fae is is splitting his shirt and vest, sneaking a hand to tease. Balthier should be worried, should be calculating what other angles there are, but gods he just wants to surrender and for once be treated like something cherished. ]
You may...explore me at your leisure [ He gasps out ] Tonight.
[ He chuckles as his human cleverly picks up on that little loophole, pleased despite the evasion. He’s going to enjoy watching Balthier bend for him. ]
Come then, my clever little human. Wrap your legs about me.
[ With that as his only warning, he scoops Balthier up against him, caught against his chest as he kisses him again. It’s an easy show of his strength, holding the man as if he weighed nothing. But Balthier will also be able to feel the outline of his cock now pressed against the inside of his thigh, once he wraps his legs around him. ]
[ Evasion and safety are as deep in Balthier's personality as anything else; he wouldn't have gotten this far without it, and it will take more than just Faerie wine to unseat that.
The order, though, he's helpless too, moaning wantonly as Sylvain handles him so easily. That, and the hard cock pressing against his thigh, proof of the Fae's attraction. ]
Your court must be lacking of late, if you are so eager for me. [ It's a tease, a test for what the Fae's angle is, but it's a weak one, immediately lost to another hungry kiss, shifting his hips mindlessly to try to feel friction against his own hardened cock. ]
[ There’s a chuckle muffled against Balthier’s lips as Sylvain’s hands rove over his body, then under the curve of his ass, helping to support his weight. And perhaps grip a little too tightly as the pirate grinds against him, chasing the friction where they are pressed together. He makes no effort to stop it - in fact encourages it, knowing that it will only fan the flames licking through the man’s body, a continuous tempting want that would only build higher until the prince saw it sated.
It would be a while, yet, before Sylvain allowed that to happen. Perhaps never. His pretty pet was proving so blissfully responsive in his hunger. It made such a pretty picture. ]
They are too predictable, in their games. That holds no interest for me. But you… you are so open about the pleasure you crave. It is refreshing, pet. And I will be delighted to give you pleasure beyond your wildest imaginings, if only to enjoy watching you experience all of it. To make you moan so prettily for me, to writhe beneath my hands, my tongue, my cock. Will you beg me in your need, I wonder?
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That want is only fanned when the Prince closes the space between them, kissing him like Balthier is the thing he wants most in the world. The pirate's shoulders tighten then sag, a moan curling in his throat, shuddering with the force of it. Of course he's kissing back, desperate and hungry. One hand comes to curl around the prince's neck, the other pressing against his chest.
He has no plan, no route of escape, no clever words. It should be terrifying, but it's just free. ]
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He shifts, using his body to pin the human in place, right where he wants him. held snug against the wall. One hand is still braced to one side of his head, caging him in, but the other drops to his hips, holding him still as he slides a thigh between Balthier’s legs, grinding it up against him.
Most Fae are willowy and slim, but Sylvain had always been built different. Broad and thick with the bulk of a warrior. It has Balthier looking far more like the Fae lover here in contrast, but Sylvain doesn’t mind as he leans into him. Uses his body as a different sort of weapon as he teases that want in the other man, fans it into an open flame. ]
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It's...wonderful, enough that he moans against that mouth. Being held right where he needs to be, not having to be the one who is stronger, smarter, faster, three steps ahead. He hisses pleasurably as the Prince braces his hips, a thigh coming to tease him. The tightness of his pants only do them both favors (or, perhaps, are another weapon against him).
Normally, he'd be coy, but the wine and the berries flow through his veins, and so his hands come to smooth hungrily over the prince, tracing the shape of his torso beneath the fabric before settling on his ass, filling his palms with those curves.
People often wondered if Balthier was Fae; he wondered it himself, not knowing enough of his mother. But right now, he feels utterly human, enraptured by a being so much more beautiful and powerful than he could ever be. And instead of feeling frightened or envious, all he feels is want. To be the object of desire of something so otherworldly, that oughtn't have the time of day for humes--
He moans again, pulling the Prince toward him as he rocks against that thigh. ]
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Balthier had been so concerned about a trap in the food, something that would ensnare him and keep him here. The Prince hadn’t bothered with the obvious ploy of that. He knew there were far stronger lures, far stronger hungers he could bait. And Balthier was only proving him right - not that he was about to point that out to the man, not when he was already bending so beautifully to exactly how the Prince wanted him.
He deliberately kept his pace slow, but demanding. Making the human give an inch, then another. Letting the berries and the wine fan the flame until Balthier would chase after it, beg him for more. He only had to dangle the lure of it there, ripe for the taking. And with only a little encouragement, the human would likely walk into his own cage willingly.
All he had to do was make it as enticing as possible. And that? He happened to be very very good at. ]
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So rarely does he get to be the one being led. It is a blissful freedom, one he grieves he did not get more often. Every press of thigh or tongue has him pressing back, moaning softly as his breath comes in gasps. His hands continue to rove, clever in the way they skate lightly against flesh then dig in with want.
Any recollection that this was dangerous, that it is unlike him to make himself so vulnerable to a stranger, and a powerful one, is far from his mind. ]
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[ And let his pet taste him, since the Fae were everything that was alluring to the humans. Designed to entice and ensnare any of their senses, he would start with this one. Give the human something sweet to crave, to whet his appetite for more.
Sylvain wanted him hungry, and only then would he feast on the man. He smiles, deepening the kiss again until he knew the human would need air. Only then does he pull back enough to trail kisses back Balthier’s jaw, down his throat, sucking redness into the flesh beneath his mouth. Leaving possessive marks on his skin as he explored. ]
So responsive, pet. You’re so sensitive for me. I can’t wait to explore every pretty inch of you.
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He lets Sylvain's tongue press in, exploring for a moment before he presses back greedily, tangling their warmth together and kissing like he needs it to survive. The Prince presses, and Balthier yields, gasping and sputtering by the time they break for air. Those gasps turn to shudders and moans, arousal throbbing as he feels possession being etched onto him. ]
You would mark me...so soon? [ he asks, dazed and near whining. There's something incredulous and wanting to his voice ] How are you sure you won't tire of me by the evening's end? [ If he were in control, it would be a playful tease, but it isn't. There's a real sadness there, echoes of a hurt boy who could not understand what he kept doing wrong. ]
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There was a wound here, a deep one. He would have to tread carefully.
So when he bends in to steal another kiss, this one is softer. Coaxing. ]
Sweet pet, I could give you pretty words, but I think you have already heard too many of those and they would not persuade you. So I will have to show you instead. Because I will not tire of you anytime soon. You are full of surprises. Just like this.
[ He kisses his way back the man’s jaw once more, lips lingering just below his ear as his warm breath teases against his skin. His thigh presses in a little more firmly, caging the man in again, until he is all the human will be able to focus on. ]
But I think you want to be claimed, my pretty little human. Feel how you tremble for it. Have I made you ache, pet?
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And not that he believes the Prince either. He wants to, of course, but how many times had his young heart been exposed just to be torn open or thrown away, often both? He'd learned to keep it tucked away, and much as he wanted it to be taken up, it could not happen in one night.
Still, his breath hitches against the kisses walking back to his ear, and the hot breath on his neck. The Prince's thigh presses in, and those anxious thoughts subside into the blissful ache of want. ]
Yes [ He rasps, utterly unable to deny it. ] Skies above, yes.
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[ The words are a soft rasp against his ear as his hands sweep over the man’s torso and he sucks another tiny mark into the man’s throat, just beneath his ear. ]
Don’t worry. I don’t intend to leave you wanting, pretty. I intend to savor you. Every glorious inch.
[ He pulls back as he lets his finger trail down the center of Balthier’s chest. As if by magic, the vest parts in his finger’s wake, falling open for him. ]
And I’m going to ensure you enjoy every moment of it just as much as I am. I promised you pleasures beyond imagining, didn’t I? And I am very much a fae of my word. But this is no setting for us to have such a feast. Shall we retire somewhere more comfortable, my pet? Will you let me explore you at my leisure?
[ There’s a double meaning in those words, but he doesn’t draw attention to it. Not as his fingers circle around a dark nipple still hidden away beneath his shirt - a tease of anticipation for the pleasure to come, if only Balthier surrenders to him. ]
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That's before the Fae is is splitting his shirt and vest, sneaking a hand to tease. Balthier should be worried, should be calculating what other angles there are, but gods he just wants to surrender and for once be treated like something cherished. ]
You may...explore me at your leisure [ He gasps out ] Tonight.
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Come then, my clever little human. Wrap your legs about me.
[ With that as his only warning, he scoops Balthier up against him, caught against his chest as he kisses him again. It’s an easy show of his strength, holding the man as if he weighed nothing. But Balthier will also be able to feel the outline of his cock now pressed against the inside of his thigh, once he wraps his legs around him. ]
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The order, though, he's helpless too, moaning wantonly as Sylvain handles him so easily. That, and the hard cock pressing against his thigh, proof of the Fae's attraction. ]
Your court must be lacking of late, if you are so eager for me. [ It's a tease, a test for what the Fae's angle is, but it's a weak one, immediately lost to another hungry kiss, shifting his hips mindlessly to try to feel friction against his own hardened cock. ]
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It would be a while, yet, before Sylvain allowed that to happen. Perhaps never. His pretty pet was proving so blissfully responsive in his hunger. It made such a pretty picture. ]
They are too predictable, in their games. That holds no interest for me. But you… you are so open about the pleasure you crave. It is refreshing, pet. And I will be delighted to give you pleasure beyond your wildest imaginings, if only to enjoy watching you experience all of it. To make you moan so prettily for me, to writhe beneath my hands, my tongue, my cock. Will you beg me in your need, I wonder?