[It's funny to kiss somebody who's your own height. Balthus doesn't run into too many of those types of people, probably for the obvious reasons. But with Dedue there's barely even any necessity to lean, tilt, or bend; he's just yanked in by his coat with only enough warning to position his chin right so that their lips meet comfortably instead of clacking teeth or bumping noses.
Everybody in this monastery is an idiot, he thinks vaguely, for avoiding Dedue instead of kissing him.]
Mm...
[Another time, he'd have surrendered to the impulse to snug his arm around Dedue's hip, keeping him tight-pressed and held close while they kiss. But this is the first, and the other man's been so hesitant and skittish all night that the last thing Balthus wants is to press too hard too fast, and leave him to bolt.
So he leaves him free, and brings a hand up to Dedue's cheek instead, determined to signal his approval of all this in a way that's gentle and reassuring, but still very much inescapable.]
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Everybody in this monastery is an idiot, he thinks vaguely, for avoiding Dedue instead of kissing him.]
Mm...
[Another time, he'd have surrendered to the impulse to snug his arm around Dedue's hip, keeping him tight-pressed and held close while they kiss. But this is the first, and the other man's been so hesitant and skittish all night that the last thing Balthus wants is to press too hard too fast, and leave him to bolt.
So he leaves him free, and brings a hand up to Dedue's cheek instead, determined to signal his approval of all this in a way that's gentle and reassuring, but still very much inescapable.]