When the King of Grappling took a job with the illustrious Gloucester family, he had expected a variety of assignments. Even just in service of Count Gloucester, he had been a bodyguard, had done some dirty work beating up some bandits, and even a simple job cleaning out the stables when he’d been real low on money. But he had never been hired by anyone for this kind of job before. With nothing on but the whipping cream and fruit that covered his body, Balthus sat lounging in Erwin’s sitting room, waiting to be… eaten. He had assumed that they’d be hiding their escapades from Lady Gloucester, but instead, the salt-and-pepper haired lady sat cozy in her chair, watching. Was she going to get in on this action, or was she just going to watch the show? Well, he would enjoy the fun. After all, Erwin was unquestionably into him, and who could blame him? His muscles were well-sculpted from years of mercenary work, and after the war, Balthus had ended up taking work in the Federation, which had kept him sharp. So who could resist this body and its rippling muscles? A lot of people, it turned out, but if one of the country’s richest men was one of the people who was into him, then he was a luckier man at love than he had ever been at gambling. Erwin came out of his bedroom wearing nothing but a thin robe. “I see that dessert is served, my delectable darling.” The older man moved closer to Balthus, until his breath lingered into Balthus’s nostrils. The mutual attraction was undeniable, and Balthus began to get hard. “Oh ho ho,” said Erwin. “We haven’t even started yet, and you are already ready for the final course?” he mused as he took a single finger to Balthus’s chest, grabbing a small dollop of cream and licking it.
for #FE3H30weekendnsfw, i was wanting to write some bad erwin/balthus smut but not sure i will actually complete it
I was inspired to write at least a snippet though <3
