Final Fantasy XII, Balthier/Basch, Bubble Bath.
Elegant fingers massaged his scalp, drawing a sigh from his lips and causing him to lean into the simple touch.
"You must be tired if you allow me to do this." Balthier's breath was warm against his ear and his lips soft as he planted a kiss behind it. "Not that I mind, fussing over you holds a certain appeal. Now lean back."
He obeyed and let Balthier guide him back towards his own lean frame, Basch's head fell back to rest against a comfortable shoulder. The mark they had gone after had taken almost two hours to bring down and even though he did not like to admit it, those two hours of wielding a greatsword had worn him out.
It was not often he saw this side of Balthier, this caring side that made him feel needed and wanted, perhaps even loved, if only for a moment. It was rather pleasant to let the pirate's hands work on the knots in his muscles and he felt himself relax. He had objected at first, but when Balthier had insisted he'd eventually given in. He didn't regret it. The scent coming from the bubbles was caressing his mind and making tension leave his body.
"That's it. Relax, Captain." Balthier's mouth wandered to Basch's wet neck, massaging it with his lips and tongue while his hands worked on Basch's shoulders.
Those elegant hands soon strayed from his shoulders and Basch moaned as his nipples were coaxed into hardness, not to mention another part of his anatomy that responded in the same way.
"I never would have guessed you were so sensitive, Basch." Balthier pulled Basch into an embrace, his toned chest providing reliable support for Basch as he melted against the pirate.
Hands traveled across his chest, tracing scars and outlines of muscles and he moaned impatiently. Basch's own hand found it's way into damp hair, gently begging the pirate for a kiss. His request was granted immediately and Basch enjoyed the warmth, the wetness, the gentleness of it all. It was different from most of the kisses they shared, when they shared any it was mainly in moments of uncontrolled passion and it was the kind that often ended with teeth drawing blood from abused lips.
When long fingers brushed against his eager arousal he begged. He could sense the surprise in Balthier's movements, it was not often that Basch begged and for him to do so mere minutes into the first act was unheard of.
Balthier responded with a moan and took the already throbbing flesh in his hands, grateful for the hint of oil in the water as Basch's need was slick in his hand. The bubbles were almost gone now anyhow.
It didn't take long before Basch moaned his lover's name and the small needy whimpers and sighs became a low grunt as Basch reached his completion.
"Thank you." He mumbled when the world had stopped spinning, he was too exhausted to do anything but kiss the pirate lazily. "I'm sorry..."
"Don't be, tonight was about you. I know I tend to steal these little private shows of ours, so you deserved it." Balthier laughed softly and kissed his cheek. "Go to sleep now, I'll wake you when the water becomes frigid."