The run of Byleth's fingers along his length(s) draws another 'ah' from him. This time, breathy and closer to a moan than anything. It's a doubling of sensation for Dimitri, actually, and he isn't sure exactly yet how to deal with it. It feels incredible. Of course, it does. He just needs to not get overwhelmed.
What could would it do to have such wonderful presents for Byleth if he was too quick of a shot? Not that he plans to only fire once, as it were. "Mmmnnn," is his oh so eloquent reply to that suggestion.
"Both you sh... shall have, then," he finally manages. Oh, he's so hard and this is going to be so hard to last.
Ahh, the magic words. The ears are the softest part of the dog, cat, wolf, whatever. He fails to contain his obvious delight (as obvious as it is on Byleth anyways) as he reaches up and gently pets one ear with each hand. Gently massaging the soft fur between his fingers.
"Ahhh... this is perfect." Truly, the best birthday present right here!
The taste is so enticing. He flicks his tongue between the two shafts before backing off and straddling Dimitri. The look on his face says it all. Dimitri isn't the only one painfully ready. Byleth is simply deciding if he wants one in each hole, or both in one.
He'll have to think on that.
For now, he takes one, holding it steady so he can sink himself down on it with a wanton groan. The other is trapped, pressed against his thigh, but it won't be neglected for long. Just long enough for the man to adjust enough to take it inside of him.
[ This message is from an odd source, someone Byleth would not expect but would probably welcome nonetheless. It's unusual for Lahabrea to reach out to anyone, especially given his preference for seclusion.
Of course, I would never decline such an invitation.
[Lahabrea was prepared to invite Byleth to his home, but he doesn’t mind this change of plans. Maybe he could bring some food for them to eat. Just a few snacks, if anything.]
For your gracious hospitality, I’ll prepare something for us to enjoy with our tea.
[A man of such few words over text, but he’ll have much to say in person later.]
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[ Lahabrea arrives with a soft knock on the door just as the tea is brewing. As promised, he prepared a couple of snacks for Byleth to eat alongside his afternoon tea. A pair of perfectly prepared sandwiches fashioned from the many herbs and veggies he has recently grown to like. He certainly hopes that Byleth wouldn’t mind the selection. For obvious reasons, he does not bring any meat, but he does bring a few slices of fruit and pastries. Hythlodaeus has officially tainted his love for meat ever since that fated day. They're all organized and neatly tucked away in this hand woven straw basket he crafted.]
While Dimitri obviously would have no qualms with what Byleth chose, he does want to keep in mind the other man's comfort. He is aware that his beloved tends to... take on more than he realizes sometimes. Whether it be in his daily life or Dimitri's dick(s), apparently.
He is larger like this, yes, but it's also a new sensation due to the ridges along his cock(s). The man hisses in a sharp inhale as Byleth sinks down and resists the urge to buck his own hips. It feels maddening, really, and he wonders how long his patience will last before fraying completely.
"Is it...?" 'good,' he can't quite articulate. Words. Difficult.
"Pft," she can't help but giggle lightly. He's so pleased with himself that it absolutely makes it worth it. How could she be upset about such a smile...? Not that she would have been, really, to begin with even if once upon a time she might have pretended otherwise.
"Mmn," comes a gentle hum next. Her tail wags lightly and ears twitch under his touch. She might even nudge her head up a little into the massage of his fingers so he can get just the right spot.
[ When Byleth answers his door, the rich aroma of some kind of spiced tea rolls out of the entryway in heavenly waves. ]
Very kind of you to bring snacks. I prepared some treats of my own, but I'll gladly try yours first. Please, come in and make yourself comfortable.
[ The tea table is set out neatly with a fresh brewed pot, a fine tea set with warm tones and gold trim, and a small desert stand with some clearly home-made fare on it.
Seating himself across from Lahabrea, he prepares to pour them both a cup. ]
I must admit, while I am delighted to have you, I am quite curious as to what brings you here to me. If it truly is my mere company you seek I am flattered.
[The colorful aroma of spices hailing from the table wins a curious hum from Lahabrea. He knew they would be having tea today, but he didn't expect it to be such a momentous affair. This almost brings a smile to his lips, but Lahabrea stops himself from expressing such joy.]
Unfortunately, flattery will have to be your reward today. Although I didn't accept the invitation on a whim, [He lies.] But rather, in an attempt to learn more about the man who goes by the name Byleth Eisner.
[He picks up his teacup and takes a moment to enough the aroma before taking a small sip. Lahabrea always likes to taste things as they are before altering them with milk or sugar. It's a habit of his.]
Byleth's wordless moan should be answer enough to that question. He rides that cock up and down a few times, enjoying the unique texture before pulling the other to penetrate alongside the first. It gives some resistance at first, but once the head pops in, Byleth thrusts downward, taking both in at once.
He practically howls for the sensation, shoulders trembling as he tries to steady himself. His eyes look distant, taken in by the pleasure entirely.
"Fffffhhhhkk-" The word, if it could even be called that, comes hissed through his clenched teeth.
Absolutely. Everything is better when it's with you.
I wonder the same of myself, but I think we exist as each other's answers, don't we? I could write a thousand thousand books about why you deserve to be loved so.
Flattery my reward? No, I'd say you company is plenty reward enough.
[ He takes a pointed sip of his tea. ]
Well, I will gladly answer any questions you may have. Though I will expect to ask my own in return. That said, I am an open book. I suppose I don't really know where to begin. I was simply a traveling mercenary in my father's company before some... rather unusual circumstances found me. Is that along the lines of what you want to know?
Aside from my colleague's glowing assessment of me, you have little idea who I am onside of my title and name.
[He suspects Byleth knows his real name. After all, the young man appears to have a close relationship with the others. He would not put it past them. However, Hephaistos would be genuinely offended if they did.]
Of course, I am willing to satisfy your curiosity for the time being. I want this to be a fair exchange.
[Lahabrea certainly means it, especially since he does not want this to be a one-sided affair. He listens quietly while sipping his tea, his red gaze fixed on Byleth as he speaks. There's not much to go on, but Byleth has just admitted to being a mercenary of some sort. That certainly explains why Themis was so excited about the prospect of sparring with Byleth someday. This elicits an amused smirk.]
I suppose so. Every story has a beginning, and that certainly seems like a good enough start.
She gives a small huff of a laugh as she's pulled close. Leave it to Byleth to enjoy such a simple thing. Well, granted... For her, it isn't just as simple as letting someone pet her ears. Maybe he recognizes that too and why he's taking the time to relish it.
"Oh," she answers, ears perking up in interest and eyes dilating. Her tail also begins to wag a little faster. "Hell yeah," comes her verbally enthusiastically answers. If he doesn't grab that mentioned strap, then she absolutely will.
It is answer enough indeed. It's better than any words he thinks Byleth could have uttered. Although doing his best to refrain and push things too quickly, he can't resist following those rolls of Byleth's hips with needy bucks of his own. Each second that passes thanks to that meat he devoured sees him slipping into a state of rut unlike any he's ever felt before.
To feel himself so tightly against Byleth's inner walls is too much. "Yes," he answers, a an even harsher thrust to follow. "I'm sorry, I can't-" The last of his lucidity slips away with those near-slurred words as he begins to thrust in earnest. Large, clawed hands hold Byleth close and tear into scale and skin. He bites harshly against the man's shoulder and draws blood that he laps up greedily.
It's all so much. So good. He'd stop himself it was truly hurting Byleth, but for now- For now, he gives into his baser carnal instincts to fuck and fill his mate to his heart's content.
[ Ha. Of course, he shouldn't have doubted. Hasn't the man proved his love time and time again? Even now, claiming to write books about him and why he's deserving of all this...? ]
Oh, and becoming an author? I think you'd be able to pen some amazing stories, beloved, given the time.
[ It earns a soft laugh from Byleth. A thing that comes easy now, but used to be quite unheard of. ]
I have my interests. Your colleagues have spoken of you to some degree, though I prefer to form my opinions based on your own words.
[Lahabrea burned. Themis' words echo in his mind. ]
Very well. Hmm. I suppose I can begin with the unusual circumstances of my birth?
[ From here, Lahabrea gets the abridged version of Byleth's strange life. He only focuses on the odd bits really, or absolutely vital information. How he was born of a homunculus and a human, how he was to be the vessel for a god that instead took a liking to him and gave him her power instead of taking his body as her own. How he ended up as a professor, then fought a war, then ended up as the archbishop of a religion he didn't exactly subscribe to.
He speaks of the Nabateans, of his class, his students, and he loss of his father. It's not a story that sounds even remotely realistic, but Byleth never falters. ]
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