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Byleth watches him undress. So meticulous, but that is sexy in a peculiar way. The briefs indeed do very little to hide anything, and the professor doesn't contain his pleasant surprise.

"Oh my, you weren't kidding were you?" He says, a small smile teasing at his lips as he moves to run his hands down Dedue's statuesque body, kissing down his chest and abs as his hands roam. Eventually, fingers tuck into the hem of those briefs and tug down slowly. "Let's see you."

When his cock finally pops free of the fabric, Byleth has to take another few seconds to just admire that... that is a lot. Not hesitating any longer though, he presses another few kisses to his belly, his hips and just off to the side of his cock, eyes flicking up to meet his as he does. Allowing a tiny moment for tension before warm lips brush along the side of his length, lightly kissing along.

"I have good news. You're perfect."

Byleth's hands are warm and confident as they make their way down his chest, touching him with the certainty of a man who is familiar with other men. His lips are just as warm, and Dedue must make a conscious effort to keep his breathing steady as he is touched. It's nearly unbearable, how much he desires more of Byleth's hands on him but also feels that he must remain undemanding, letting him set the pace.

At the very least, he doesn't keep Dedue waiting for long. The ambient air is cool against his cock when it's pulled free, his undergarments dropping to the floor, and Byleth looks at his length-- despite its apparently unwieldy and unusual size-- without fear or apprehension. Byleth kisses him again, his stomach going tense at the soft brush against it. He can hardly believe it when the professor's kisses drift closer towards his half-hard cock; when those pale eyes meet his and almost dare him to look away as he kisses it, too.

"Byleth."

His voice is tense, his hands clenching uselessly at his sides as he desperately maintains control over himself. It's a far more difficult task than it sounds when Byleth seems half intent on teasing him all night.

What an absolute treat to watch his muscles twitch just so in response to his affection. So cute. That strained voice has him glancing up with a lazy smile. Tugging him by the hips, he softly runs his lips along the length of his cock again, kissing lightly. Then licking. Tasting the dry warm skin against his tongue before he moves to take the tip into his mouth and lavish it with slow strokes. He has to open his jaw wide in order to take more of him in, but he does, for a little while anyways. Sucking on him eagerly before eventually pulling away and licking his lips.

"Yes?" Bastard.

"Come lay with me. You can touch me. I won't break."

Byleth may, in fact, be attempting to do what many people have tried and failed in the past-- to kill Dedue stone dead. His current methods may be considerably more effective than those before him, as well, because though Dedue may be impervious to most physical forms of attack, he is not impervious to expiring due to excessive lewdness in his vicinity. Byleth touches him with such reverence and gentleness despite the incredible horniness of his actions, and it's a dichotomy that threatens to override his brain entirely. He could, perhaps, be forgiven of the way that he trembles and has to focus so hard on simply maintaining control over himself, since he's so rarely been on the receiving end of such things. Once before, and not nearly so... lasciviously done.

For lack of a better way to describe it, Byleth sucks his cock. Dedue's hands clench in the bed sheets so tightly that he threatens to tear the cloth.

Byleth asks him to lay with him, and though he still has some misgivings about all of this-- he still seems so large in comparison to the Professor-- he should trust in his judgment. And it's very difficult to refuse a man who's got his hand on your cock.

"I. You will tell me if I am too rough with you?" He cups Byleth's face gently with one hand, keeping enough control of himself not to shake.

"Of course I will." Byleth smiles warmly at him, hoping that it offers some measure of comfort. "If you'd like, you can lay on your back, and I can be on top. That will allow me to control how fast and how deep at first."

He turns into that hand on his face and kisses Dedue's palm a few times.

"Do not worry. I trust you, and I know you trust me." His hands now glide up the generous curve of Dedue's chest, dragging his fingers lightly over his nipples. "Perhaps," He says, taking one of them between his fingers and teasing it, "You could put your fingers in first? Just to understand how much room there is."

Or you know, because that feels good and he wants it.

It's a good suggestion-- in such a position, with Byleth atop him, he would be able to entirely dictate the pace of their encounter. That would mitigate any potential risk of Dedue hurting him unintentionally, either from his own inexperience or his own unwieldy anatomy.

It seems that Byleth is full of good suggestions, really, and the next one that he suggests, that Dedue test him with his fingers, is intriguing on many levels. On a purely practical one, it would help to ensure that Byleth is adequately prepared for their coming activities; on a less purely practical one, Byleth is a beautiful man and Dedue would very much like to please him. As though to add credence to his argument, the gentle tease of the Professor's fingers is pleasant, makes him feel warm.

"As you like," he replies, and settles on the bed with Byleth. This will be fine; he simply has to trust in the Professor, as he has done many times before. Trust him and undress him, gently tugging his boxers down over his pale hips.

"You are lovely," he says, every word of it honest, and leans in to kiss him. His hand settles warm and heavy on Byleth's thigh, large enough that most of its width fits within his grasp.

"As are you. I am no good at metaphor, but you are more beautiful than any flower in any garden." He moves into the touch, the warm, calloused hand on his thigh is a feeling to drink in. His own hands wandering over broad shoulders as he leans in to return that kiss.

"Dedue... I love you so much." His hand guides Dedue's where he wants it. Down toward the apex of his thighs and against the wet warmth there. Lifting his hips to rub himself against Dedue's fingers a bit, to make it inviting. His own eyes slip shut for a moment to enjoy the sensation himself.

"Not so bad, is it?" The lilt to his voice makes it obvious that he's teasing, of course.

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