(no subject)

[balthier-strahl.livejournal.com]

Who: Balthier, Squall and a Tattooist
What: Tattoos and Sex
Where: Besaid and the airship
When: The night time
Rating: NC-17


Balthier had woken with a start, his nightmares clouding him at first until he finally shook them away. After he'd let himself get out of that haze, the pirate headed for the bathroom, leaving Squall sleeping. He did the business and showered up, heading back to the bedroom to dress. The Leading Man slipped into a pair of dark blue, loose fitting jeans, after a pair of black boxer shorts, the jeans showing the waistband of them. Yawning, he ruffled his blonde hair as he looked for a shirt.

Squall stirred at the sound of movement. He blinked his eyes open at smiled sleepily at Balthier, running a hand through sleeped-tussed. "Hey."

Balthier blinked a little from his daydream, having been so relaxed he'd expected Fran's voice, rather than Squall's. He smiled and looked over his shoulder at him. "Hey, yourself, commander." He murmured, pulling on a white shirt, leaving it open.

Squall sprawled out across the bed, keeping sleep filled eyes fixed on Balthier. "How did you sleep?" He asked with a yawn.

He scrunched his nose a little, shaking his head slightly. "Nightmares, as usual." He shifted to sit on the bed, petting fingers down Squall's side.

Squall leaned into Balthier's touch, reaching to pet his hair. "Why didn't you wake me?"

"There was no point. They go away when I wake up." He smiled before leaning to kiss Squall. "You should shower, you stink." He teased.

Squall chuckled a little and shifted to get out of the bed. "Your fault. All that hot sex." He teased, before moving to the small bathroom.

Balthier laughed lightly, kissing Squall's head on the way past, soon taking a moment to head to the cockpit, ensuring the airship was still in shape for a flight back to Balamb.

Squall quickly showered, towelled off and moved to get dressed in loose jeans and a t-shirt.

Once he'd finished checking the ship's stats, the pirate drummed his fingers on the console, singing quietly to himself as he waited for Squall.

Squall paused at the door to the cockpit, silently listening to Balthier for a moment, before moving to drape his arms around the man's neck.

Balthier tilted his head back, smiling up at Squall. "Ready? It's already dark, and they've got their bonfire." He gestured out the view screen to the smoke billowing from the village.

Squall gave a nod and kissed Balthier's nose. "Mm. Ready when you are."

Balthier smiled and moved to stand, grasping Squall's hand and leading him out of the airship and up to the village, barefoot as he went.

Squall brushed his fingers over Balthier's, smiling softly as he walked at his side. "Excited, Gual?" He asked, tilting his head to look at Balthier.

"As long as no needles come within two feet of me, I am very excited." He chuckled, squeezing Squall's hand.

Squall chuckled. "You gonna hold my hand while I get inked up?" He asked.

"Fine, but I've no idea why you'd wish for a tattoo." He replied, shaking his head slightly as he walked with Squall to the tattooist.

Squall gave him an innocent grin. "Because they're hot!" He replied, squeezing his hand lightly.

"Well, you'll have a hard time convincing me to let needles near me." He scrunched his nose up, nudging Squall towards the tattooist.

"Hey! You guys gettin' some ink done?" The tattooist asked, smiling up at them with a laid back, island grin.

Squall stuck his tongue out at Balthier and moved over to sit on the ground beside the tattooist. "I am." He nodded at Bathier. "He's too much of a wimp."

Balthier nudged Squall with his knee before sitting down with them. "I am not a wimp. I just see no point in it."

The large, tattooed man laugh, shaking his head. "What'll it be, kid?" He smiled at Squall with a wink.

"I don't really know..." Squall admitted, wrinkling his nose. He would love some wings across his back, but if they weren't healed by the wedding, Rinoa would kill him. "What would you suggest?"

Balthier flopped to lay back, crossing his arms behind his head, leaving his torso exposed with his shirt open. "Get a collar, since Rinoa's got you whipped."

The tattooist laughed a little and held a book of designs out to Squall, smiling. "You want to have a look through?"

Squall shot a glare at Balthier. "Hush, you!" He huffed, reaching to take the book of designs from the tattooist. "Thanks." He smiled, flipping the book open to look through, oohing and ahhing at all the fantastic designs. His eyes fell on one particular one. A rune meaning 'love', he held the book out to the man. "This one!"

Balthier leaned up to look at which one Squall had picked, smiling lightly. It was a very attractive design, he was certain of that. "Where are you having that?" He rested back down, watching Squall from the ground.

"Okay, kid. No problem." The large man began to get his equipment ready, setting up the correct inks and sterilizing his needle.

Squall held out his right arm. "My wrist." He murmured, knowing it'd probably hurt like a bitch on such a slender body part. He watched the tattooist, happy to see that the equipment was clean.

Balthier quirked an eyebrow and shifted to take hold of Squall's left hand discreetly, in case the teen needed to grip it to hide his pain at the tattooing.

"Alright then! This will sting, since you've got skinny wrists." It wasn't an insult, just an observation and then man slipped on latex gloves before beginning, using the needle to scratch the ink into Squall's skin.

Squall gave a nod and gave Balthier's hand a light squeeze. He gritted his teeth as the tattooist began to ink him. It was a most strange sensation, painful yet at the same time strangely pleasant. "It... It's not so bad." He muttered through gritted teeth.

Balthier ran his thumb over the back of Squall's hand, watching his face. He honestly had no intentions of getting a tattoo but the fact that Squall said it wasn't so bad put him at ease.

"Good, I'm glad." The tattooist worked swiftly with skilled, artistic hands as he inked Squall's wrist, being sure to wipe away excess ink as he worked with sterilized wipes.

Squall leaned into Balthier a little, nuzzling against him, feeling a little dizzy, but not too bad. He kept his eyes fixed on the needle. "Do... do you think you could add a small letter B to it as well?" He asked, shifting his gaze from his wrist to the tattooist.

Balthier smiled lightly as Squall nuzzled him but at Squall's request, a light blush crossed his face and he pressed a discreet and gentle kiss to the teen's temple.

The artist gave a nod. "No problem." He could easily do that, making it decorative and discreet enough for a man to bear on his body.

Squall smiled a little, reaching to pet Balthier's hair lightly. "Changed your mind yet, Gual?" He asked, tone teasing, as he tilted his head to look at Balthier, keeping his arm still.

Balthier gave a light laugh, followed by a slight nod. "I believe I may have." He'd get the same as Squall, though it'd have an S instead of a B.

The tattooist was done pretty quickly, since it was a small design. "Alright, kid. There ya go. Try to keep it clean and don't go picking at the scab when it forms." He looked to Balthier. "You next, pal?"

Squall nodded and smiled. "Thanks." He shifted away to make room for Balthier. "Don't worry it doesn't hurt." Much. He didn't add the last word though. "I'll hold your hand if you like."

Balthier scrunched his nose up and nodded once to the tattooist. Though, he didn't offer his already exposed wrist. Instead, he slipped off the bracelets around his left, something he never did, and offered it out. "The same, though change that B to an S." He murmured.

"Gotcha." The tattooist changed needles and gloves, and soon enough, he'd began inking the pirate's wrist too.

Squall took the bracelets from Balthier, slipping them over his own slim, left wrist - to stop them getting lost, of course! He took hold of Balthier's right hand and gave a gentle squeeze.

The pirate gave a twitch of his nose as the needle began scraping his skin. Honestly, it was nothing when you'd felt Viera claws rip into your back. "You are not keeping those." He murmured, nodding to the bracelets.

The tattooist smiled, having obviously picked up on the relationship between the two, though he was smart enough to guess it was illicit, too. However, he worked silently, despite the noises of the party around them.

Squall smiled at Balthier, resting his chin on the uninjured shoulder. "Of course not. I shall return them afterwards. Though, they do look quite nice on me, don't you agree?" He teased.

"Oh, but of course. So fetching." He chuckled lightly though he kept his wrist deadly still. He knew what it was like when a needle pierced the skin deeper than expected. He never liked that.

The tattooist watched the skin, cleaning it with ease each time the ink became excessive. After a good few moments, he smiled up at them. "Done."

Squall smiled bright once the tattooist was done. He held out his own wrist against Balthier's. "Heh. We match!" He grinned a little and looked at the tattooist. "How much do we owe you?"

Balthier smiled lightly and shook his hand a little, the sting on his wrist tingling a little. "That was the point, Squall." He teased.

The tattooist chuckled and took off his gloves. "They're ten gil each, so twenty, please." He replied, resting back on one hand.

Squall dug his hand into his jeans pocket and pulled out three ten-gil notes, handing them over to the tattooist. He pushed himself to his feet and held out his hand to Balthier. "Well then, shall we party the night away?"

Balthier shifted to stand, thanking the tattooist and soon slipping his bracelets from Squall's wrist and back onto his own. "I say we get ourselves some drinks and head down to the beach."

Squall gave a nod and took hold of Balthier's hand, so that the tender inked skin of both men met. "Sounds like an idea to me." He murmured, smiling at him.

Balthier took Squall over to where the drinks were being sold and paid for two bottles of their strongest spirit, nudging Squall a little as he carried his drink towards the beach.

Squall nudged him back, that smile still dancing on his lips. He felt so relaxed and at ease. He didn't want this weekend to ever come to an end.

Balthier felt the same, though a weight held his heart heavy as he knew this was the last time they could truly be like this. As he stepped out onto the white sand with his bare feet, the pirate gave a smile, letting memories of the Phon Coast flood back to him.

Squall dug his toes into the sand, watching the contentment on Balthier's face. He smiled and leaned over to kiss the man' cheek. "You okay?"

Woken from his daydreams, Balthier smiled to Squall. "I'm fine. Just contemplating the world, you know?" He gave a slightly softer smile, leaning down to kiss Squall gently on the lips.

Squall returned the kiss, cupping Balthier's cheek gently. "Well, don't spend all night in your thoughts, I'll get lonely."

"Lonely, hm? We wouldn't want that, would we?" He gave a sweet smile before pulling Squall into an embrace and watching the waves, resting his chin on his head as the evening breeze blew at them.

Squall closed his eyes and nuzzled against Balthier, letting out a most content of noises. "I love you." He whispered, his voice barely audible over the waves.

"I love you, too." He murmured, sighing contently and raising his drink to swig it, letting out an equally satisfied sound at the bitter taste.

Squall made a soft noise, opening his mouth slightly for a mouthful of Balthier's drink, rather than drinking from his own bottle.

The pirate held the bottle to Squall's lips, tipping it slightly for him to drink, watching him with a slight smirk as he did.

Squall swallowed, coughing a little at the afterbite. He curled his hand around Baltier's to steady the bottle, taking another, longer drink from it.

The Leading Man watched Squall drink before pulling the bottle away. "I'd rather not carry you back to the airship while you sing filthy limericks at the top of your voice." He teased.

Squall gave a laugh and pulled Balthier into a kiss, the taste of the alcohol on his lips. "I'm not drunk. Yet." He purred.

Balthier smiled, enjoying the taste Squall now had. "Mn, but it is best you don't get drunk. You could call foul play on me, if I took advantage and molested you in your drunken state." He purred back, soon taking a long drink himself.

"Mm. But if we are both drunk then it shall not matter." Squall purred, stealing the bottle from Balthier, before running along the beach.

The pirate gave a blink and ran after the teen, chasing him with a slight laugh. "Stop running!" He called, feeling the cool sand on his feet as he moved.

Squall ran along the beach before finally flopping into a heap on the sand, laughing loud, a happiness in his voice as if he had no troubles in the world at all. He smiled at Balthier, his eyes seeming to sparkle.

The older man laughed and shifted to kneel over Squall, brushing back his brown hair and leaning in to kiss him. "I love it when you laugh like that," he murmured, smiling gently.

Squall smiled against his lips. "I'm glad." He set the bottle down on the sand to reach both arms up, pulling Balthier into an awkwardly seated hug.

Balthier curled his own arms around Squall, laying him back on the sand more, shifting a little to rest down on the teen somewhat. "I will always remember this weekend." He muttered into Squall's ear.

Squall nuzzled him lightly. "Me too, Balth. Thank you. For this. For everything."

Balthier rested one forearm on the sand, above Squall's head, his left hand toying lightly with the hair around Squall's eyes. "Don't thank me. I did nothing, really..."

Squall cupped Balthier's cheeks, pulling him into a soft kiss. "You've been so good to me. You're my rock. You've always been there for me."

Balthier returned the kiss, smiling lightly. "Ah, I am naught but an executioner." He teased, leaning in to nibble Squall's earlobe lightly.

Squall huffed, before giving a slight gasp. "Ngh~ I said I was sorry for that!" He pouted, threading his fingers through Balthier's hair.

"Mm, I recall your apology vividly." He purred, dipping his tongue into Squall's ear a moment later, teasing it a little more.

Squall moaned softly, squeezing his eyes shut. "Ngh~ you're such a damn tease, Gual !"

"Drop that name and call me by mine. No one is nearby." He murmured playfully. "Of course I am a tease. It is how I have succeeded in life."

Squall wrinkled his nose. "Don't speak like that, you'll make me jealous. And that is not a pretty sight." He murmured, nipping Balthier's jaw.

"Oh? I bet green is a very pretty colour on you." He nibbled at Squall's jaw in return, nipping his chin playfully. "Mm, in fact, I'd like to see you jealous. Perhaps I should mention the friends of yours I would certainly enjoy bedding?" He was teasing, even if it was partly true.

Squall huffed. "Don't even think of it, pirate! Unless you wish me to tell you in full detail of the things I wish to do to Fran..."

Balthier bit Squall's neck a little harder, in a warning. "Mn, but then I could speak of the things I'd enjoy doing to Rinoa. We've a fair few secrets between us~" He teased, sliding his tongue over Squall's Adam's apple.

Squall gave Balthier's hair a sharp tug, growling a little. "Ah yes... these 'secrets'... What are they, Balth?"

Balthier hissed slightly, leaning up to look at Squall. "If I told you, they would not be secrets." He replied, his brow furrowing.

Squall frowned. "But... why do you have secrets with her? I don't understand why you would have... what could they possibly be?"

Balthier kissed Squall's forehead. "It is merely that she felt uncomfortable telling anyone but I. Do not feel bad, she wishes to protect you." At that, he pulled away, shifting to stand and taking a bottle with him as he walked further along the beach.

"Protect me?" Squall pushed himself to his feet, taking the second bottle as he jogged after Balthier. "Protect me from what?"

"You should ask her, not I. It is not my place to tell you." He furrowed his brow as he drank more.

Squall scrunched up his nose, his lip jutting out in a pout. "Balthier?"

Balthier sighed heavily. "It is not my place, Squall." He repeated, in a slightly sterner voice.

Squall sighed and once more flopped on the sand with his bottle, hugging it slightly.

Balthier furrowed his brow and sat beside Squall, watching the horizon and the ocean. "I apologise. If I could tell you, you would've already known by now..."

"So tell me? Just tell me what she is trying to protect me from Balth? What could be so bad that she'd turn to the one person I have betrayed her with?"

Balthier watched the dark sky and equally dark waters where they met. After a long silence and another swig of alcohol, he spoke. "Think what I've had happen and why... and where she may have allying experiences." He couldn't be any less vague, but he so desperately wanted to tell Squall.

Squall's brows knitted in confusion, that pout returning to his lips as he flopped to lay his head on Balthier's lap, watching the ocean silently.

Feeling a little tipsy from his alcohol, Balthier pet Squall's head while softly singing an old pirate song about forbidden love, his eyes never once leaving the ocean.

Squall closed his eyes, listening to Balthier. He took hold of the man's hand and kissed his fingers. "You sing really well." He murmured.

The pirate's fingers twitched lightly at Squall's kiss, and a soft laugh came from him. "Fran has a far prettier voice. Even if it is known to bring me to tears."

"I like your voice. Sing something else for me?" Squall asked, rolling onto his back so he could look up at Balthier.

Balthier brushed Squall's hair back from his eyes. "What would you like me to sing?" He smiled gently as he spoke.

"I don't know. Anything. I just want to hear you sing something." Squall replied, returning the smile.

Balthier gave a light laugh and a nod, watching the horizon for a moment before he began singing a lullaby his father had always sang him as a child.

Squall closed his eyes and just listened. Relaxing completely, his head laid upon Balthier's lap, his feet buried in the sand. A soft smile sat on his lips.

His gaze soon fell to Squall's face and he stroked that long chocolate hair, singing softly to his lover as he did.

Squall blinked his eyes open and smiled up at Balthier, looking into his eyes with nothing but love.

Balthier finished singing and ended it all with a kiss to Squall's lips, truly blushing at the look in the teen's eyes.

Squall returned the kiss, blushing his fingertips over Balthier's cheeks. "You're blushing."

"I'm afraid it is an after affect from that sweet look you just gave me, love." He murmured, smiling lightly.

"What sweet look?" Squall asked, his eyes once more locking on Balthier's.

Balthier smiled and kissed Squall's nose. "That one you are giving me now." He muttered.

Squall wrinkled his nose as it was kissed. "But I'm not giving you a look..."

Balthier laughed softly. "Not intentionally, maybe." He nuzzled Squall's cheek lightly. "Mayhaps we should retire for the evening? A decent sleep would do us good."

"Sleep? Are you sure we'll get any sleeping done?" Squall asked. "It took us awhile to get that nap we planned."

The pirate gave a soft chuckle. "Well, as long as you do not seduce me again, we shall be fine." He replied.

Squall laughed softly. "I believe it was you seducing me, Balthier. Not the other way around."

"Who was it that ended up thoroughly fucked into the mattress, Squall?" He replied in a teasing manner.

Squall blushed bright. "Hey... You asked... begged even..." He mumbled, chewing on his bottom lip.

Balthier chuckled lightly and kissed Squall's forehead. "And I completely enjoyed it." He nudged Squall lightly. "Up."

Squall huffed and muttered in complaint before finally wriggling to sit up.

Balthier shifted to stand, dusting the sand off his pants and holding a hand out for Squall, swigging his drink as he did.

Squall took hold of Balthier's hand and pulled himself to his feet, smiling at the pirate, leaning in to steal a kiss.

The older male smiled and kissed back, soon leading the young commander back to their temporary home.

Squall followed happily, smiling brightly as they walked back. "Today has been the best day I've had in so long."

"Is that because of the sex or the tattoos?" He teased, walking casually as he headed back with Squall.

Squall nudged him. "Both." He replied, giving Balthier's arm a playful bite. "Just... everything."

Balthier hissed a little to the bite, nudging him back. "It has been a very good day. I hope to end it just the same."

Squall chuckled. "With another tattoo?" He teased, grabbing Balthier's hand and all but dragging him back tot he ship.

Balthier laughed and followed him back; slipping his hand free once they headed aboard that craft, stepping silently towards the bedroom.

Squall set his bottle of alcohol aside and moved to bounce onto the bed, flopping down cross-legged, looking more like a teen on a sleep-over than a Commander.

Balthier could honestly say, if asked, he loved seeing Squall so happy and relaxed. Acting like the teenager he was. After a moment, he began to undress, shaking the sand from his clothes. "Now this is why I live aboard an airship..."

Squall rose an eyebrow. "Why? So you can shake sand everywhere?" He half-teased, hands resting on his knees.

"No, because there is little chance of being covered in sand." He replied, rolling his eyes as he slipped free of his pants.

Squall laughed softly. "Unless said airship crashes in a desert of course!"

"Hush, boy." He murmured, shifting to kneel on the bed, leaning towards Squall with a predatory grin.

Squall leaned in to kiss Balthier, but pulled away at the very last moment, with a grin.

"Ah? Trying to deny me your lips, Squall? How foolish." He purred, leaning in and biting at Squall's neck, right under his jaw.

Squall gasped softly, followed by a moan. His hands quickly found Balthier's hair, fingers threading through those sand-coloured locks.

"Mm... you taste delicious, love." He purred, laughing lightly as he began to guide Squall back to the bed.

Squall shifted to lay back. "I taste of sweat and sand." He replied, keeping his hands in Balthier's hair.

"Nn... you taste of sex and alcohol." He murmured, sliding his hands down to grasp Squall's and pin them above the teen's head, straddling him with a smirk.

Squall flushed bright, looking up at Balthier. "I understand the alcohol..." He teased. "But explain to why I taste of sex?"

Balthier's smirk became more seductive. "Because you are a sexy, erotic little demon." He purred, before leaning in and kissing him hard.

Squall returned the kiss, wriggling one leg free to wrap it around Balthier. "Mm... is that so? I think the alcohol blinds you. I'm no demon. Nor sexy."

"Continue putting yourself down and I shall simply have to prove just how sexy you are." He gave a wicked grin, grinding against Squall.

Squall let out a gasp and arched his hips to grind back against Balthier. "Ngh~ maybe you should." He purred, eyes fluttering shut.

The pirate chuckled and used Squall's grasped hands as leverage as he situated himself between Squall's legs, rocking and grinding against him as though there were no clothes separating them.

Squall shuddered and writhed beneath Balthier. The man had found his weakness and abused it so wonderfully. He mewled and moaned through dry, parted lips.

"Heh... tell me, is this, by chance, a weakness of yours, my dear?" He had an amused tone to his voice as he thrust and rocked his hips against Squall.

Squll licked his lips to dampen them, breathless rolling his hisp to meet Balthier. He opened his eyes to look at Balthier with pure lust. "Whatever make syou day that?"

"The delicious way you writhe and moan beneath me, darling." He gave a teasing wink as he released one of Squall's hands to grasp his hip, grinding harder.

Squall instantly reached up to grab Balthier's hair, pulling him down into a kiss. "Ngh~ it's so good. You make me so hard for you, Balth."

Balthier returned the kiss, biting Squall's lip as he did, his breath a little ragged as he moved. "Mn... do I? Tell me more about this, Squall." He teased.

Squall grabbed Balthier's hand and drew it to his groin, grinding his hardness against him through his jeans.. "Ngh... actions speak louder than words, don't they?"

The pirate laughed lightly and leaned down to bite at Squall's ear. "That may be, but you should really learn to use your words, you filthy little brute." He murmured seductively.

Squall gave a soft yelp, gripping Balthier's hair hard, nudging his ear with his nose, purring in a whisper. "Fuck me."

"Make me." The instant reply came, purred just the same as he ground against Squall, only the teen's jeans and his own boxers separating them.

Squall rolled his hips, pushing them up against Balthier. "Balthier~" He whined. "Fuck me into this bed. Make me yours!"

"Ah, but you are already mine. Give me a reason to take you when I have you." He murmured, an almost sadistic smirk on his face.

Squall gave a soft whimper, arching his hips more. An aroused flush painting his skin, along with the telltale signs of sunburn. "Do me or move."

"Oh? You think you've the authority to make that order, commander?" Balthier chuckled wickedly, grasping both of the teen's hands and pinning them again, stilling all movements.

Squall growled soft and bucked his hips more. "Please, Balth~"

Balthier laughed lightly. "Now, see, manners aren't difficult." He teased, releasing Squall's hands and unfastening his pants, slipping the jeans off the teen and soon removing his own underwear.

Squall instantly reached down to curl his hand around his own aching length, givng it a firm stroke, brushing the beads of precome away from the head.

Balthier slapped Squall's hand in warning, pulling it away and taking hold of that bottle of lube. "None of that." The lubed up one hand, slipping it down between Squall's buttocks, teasing his fingers over that tight ring of muscle.

Squall writhed and bucked his hips. "Ngh~ Balth..." His toes curled and flexed, his eyes half-lidded and glazed with lust.

Carefully, he slipped a finger inside, his other hand soon slicked with lube and he curled it around Squall's member, stroking slowly. Balthier leaned down, catching Squall's lips with his own.

Squall kissed Balthier hard, panting and mewling against his lips, before pushing his tongue between them, invading Balthier's mouth, claiming it.

The pirate returning the kiss, curling his tongue over Squall's, his finger soon joined by a second as they thrust and scissored inside the teen.

Squall moaned into Balthier's mouth, rocking back against those fingers, all but fucking himself with them. His eyes scrunched shut, his arms wrapping around Balthier's neck for support.

Balthier broke the kiss in favour of biting and sucking on Squall's neck, too drunk to care about not leaving marks. His hands worked swift on the teen and his fingers were joined by a third, thrusting hard inside the young commander.

Squall threw his head back, moaning and writhing in pleasure. His skin covered in a sheen of sweat. "Gods~ So good!!"

After a few more moments, Balthier slipped his fingers out, releasing Squall's length as well. He took up the lube and slicked his member, his eyes on Squall as he stroked the clear gel onto his length.

Squall propped himself up onto one elbow and reached out to stroke Balthier's length, brushing his thumb over the tip, keeping his gaze locked on Balthier's.

Balthier gave a soft moan, leaning one hand on the bed as he enjoyed Squall's hand a moment more, before batting it away and guiding himself to Squall's prepared opening, slipping inside carefully, his eyes still locked on Squall's.

Squall was forced to break eye contact as his eyes rolled back in pleasure, his entire body shuddering. He gave a soft moan, eyebrows furrowing.

The pirate gripped Squall's hip, sheathing himself deep inside the commander. After a moment, he rolled his hips, beginning to thrust slow and deep. "Tell me how you want it, Squall." He murmured.

Squall forced his eyes open to look at Balthier; a blush once more painting those cheeks. "Ah~ You're doing a pretty fantastic job just like that." He purred, rolling his hips.

Balthier smiled lightly, his brow furrowed as beads of sweat formed on his skin, his thrusts hard but still slow enough and deep inside.

Squall wrapped his arms around Balthier's neck, moving with him. "Gods, it feels so good."

Balthier moved gradually harder, his breath ragged and his moans low as he thrust hard into Squall.

Squall kissed and nipped at Balthier's jaw, raking the skin with his teeth, chuckling a little through his moans at the slight stubble.

Balthier raised an eyebrow, biting Squall's ear. "Something amusing, boy?" He muttered, thrusting harder into the teen.

Squall bucked his hips to meet Balthier's thrusts, gritting his teeth to stop a moan. "Ngh~ only your prickly skin. You're almost like a cactaur."

Balthier slid a hand down Squall's side, over his hip and then slapped him hard on the backside. "Be glad it is not longer, it is disgusting." He muttered.

Squall yelped and bit down on Balthier's neck in response. "Play nice, pirate!" He murmured, bucking his hips again.

"That contradicts itself." He groaned out, gritting his teeth and slipping his hand between them to stroke Squall's cock, his thumb teasing the slick end.

Squall gasped, his length twitching and jerking beneath Balthier's touch. "Oh Gods~" He mewled, gripping Balthier's arm.

"Mn... Squall..." He leaned down, biting at Squall's throat again, sliding his tongue over his hot skin. "You're insatiable..."

"Mm... look who's talking." Squall replied, rolling his hips, nails digging into Balthier's arm lightly. "Ah~ close..."

Balthier moved just that little bit harder, his thrusts all aimed at Squall's prostate now. "Come for me, scream my name." He purred into Squall's ear, his hand toying wickedly with the younger man's length.

Squall shivered at Balthier's words, swallowing hard. He curled his arm around balthier's neck, dragging him into another heated kiss, before throwing his head back, crying out Balthier's name as he came, spilling his seed between their bodies, tightening around Balthier's length.

The pirate returned the wicked kiss and gave a good few more thrusts before he neared his climax, panting softly as he buried himself deep inside Squall, releasing his orgasm with a low groan, followed by Squall's name breathed into the teen's shoulder as he kissed at his skin.

Squall continued to rock his hips to ride out Balthier's orgasm, before flopping back against the bed with an exhausted sigh. He panted breathlessly, trying to regain control of his breathing and his senses; a lazy smile dancing on his lips.

The pirate eased out of Squall, giving a light shudder before settling onto the bed beside him, running a hand through his hair before scratching at his light stubble with a yawn.

Squall instantly curled into Balthier's side, nudging his cheek with his own. "It tickles." He laughed, placing a soft kiss against Balthier's temple.

"You are such a child." He teased, holding Squall close. "Mn... we set back for Balamb tomorrow afternoon. We should rest." He murmured.

"We could always run away together, spend our lives in the clouds, in the sky." Squall replied, nuzzling Balthier's chest.

The pirate pulled the top sheet up over them, sighing softly. "And what of our women and children, hm?" He shook his head slightly. "Let us not speak on it. Sleep is what we need."

Squall frowned and nuzzled closer, wrapping an arm around Balthier's waist.

Balthier yawned lightly, soon closing his eyes, though he buried his face against Squall's neck. "I love you, Squall Leonhart." He whispered.

Squall petted his fingers through Balthier's hair. "And I love you, Balthier Bunansa, King of Sky."