If Balthazar's world is split between people who make mistakes due to love beyond control, and people who make mistakes by shutting love out of the picture entirely, he's always going to cling to the former. (some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice) He's trembling with the shock of so much passion, but he's drinking it in nonetheless, savoring every drop, and so utterly relieved he's not the only one to feel so much.
The physical pleasure of each rock and thrust is nothing to be ignored, either. Lucifer seems to be hitting exactly the right spot each time he pushes into him, and even without the absolute conflagration that is their essences mingling, Balthazar would be crying out his pleasure by this point. It's good that he doesn't actually need oxygen.
"Close, close, just a little more, love," he gasps out, and while the temptation to just fling his head back and let sensation take him over is strong, he reaches to cradle Lucifer's face in his hands instead, wide eyes meeting his gaze. It's important, it feels important, to come open-eyed, looking into his lover's face.
Every millisecond, every pulse of pleasure as he climaxes, sparks through his Grace. It feels like a moment of breathless calm in the midst of the storm of emotion, and he hopes Lucifer can feel every bit of it.
There are tears at the corners of his eyes as the sensations start to wane, and he can't form words, just soft, ecstatic little whimpers.
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Date: 2019-08-23 01:34 pm (UTC)The physical pleasure of each rock and thrust is nothing to be ignored, either. Lucifer seems to be hitting exactly the right spot each time he pushes into him, and even without the absolute conflagration that is their essences mingling, Balthazar would be crying out his pleasure by this point. It's good that he doesn't actually need oxygen.
"Close, close, just a little more, love," he gasps out, and while the temptation to just fling his head back and let sensation take him over is strong, he reaches to cradle Lucifer's face in his hands instead, wide eyes meeting his gaze. It's important, it feels important, to come open-eyed, looking into his lover's face.
Every millisecond, every pulse of pleasure as he climaxes, sparks through his Grace. It feels like a moment of breathless calm in the midst of the storm of emotion, and he hopes Lucifer can feel every bit of it.
There are tears at the corners of his eyes as the sensations start to wane, and he can't form words, just soft, ecstatic little whimpers.