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perfectteatime) wrote2022-02-24 05:55 pm
perfectteatime) wrote2022-02-24 05:55 pm
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Oh...
[ He closes his eyes slowly, enjoying the kiss that he very gently leans into. That is... extremely nice. ]
Then- ah. Yes, then. I... would like that.
Oh...
[ He closes his eyes slowly, enjoying the kiss that he very gently leans into. That is... extremely nice. ]
Then- ah. Yes, then. I... would like that.
He feels like he might vibrate out of the visible light spectrum watching them both decide on just how to treat him. He's already out of breath and they haven't even started. Gasping sharp at the feeling of Dedue's hand, and those fingers pressing inside of him. A feeling he's very familiar with by now, but it just feels so good.
He wants to be properly surprised at the comment Dedue makes. He can so cheeky when he wants to be. Byleth unfortunately can't formulate words right now, not with the feeling of those fingers probing in, knowing all the best spots, and now his mind is really on Dimitri watching that. Flames. Having him see it and know that he's going to have his turn, too. Shared between them like some marvelous feast. This is actually more than he could ever ask for.
'Horny beyond words' is a turn of phrase but he really is actually, completely at a lack for intelligent comments in the moment. All he can think about is the feeling of both of them pressed against him, knowing he's safe, anticipating such immense pleasure at getting to be with both of them at once.
He wants to be properly surprised at the comment Dedue makes. He can so cheeky when he wants to be. Byleth unfortunately can't formulate words right now, not with the feeling of those fingers probing in, knowing all the best spots, and now his mind is really on Dimitri watching that. Flames. Having him see it and know that he's going to have his turn, too. Shared between them like some marvelous feast. This is actually more than he could ever ask for.
'Horny beyond words' is a turn of phrase but he really is actually, completely at a lack for intelligent comments in the moment. All he can think about is the feeling of both of them pressed against him, knowing he's safe, anticipating such immense pleasure at getting to be with both of them at once.
When Byleth's breath catches, Dimitri's gaze is back on him. He wants to see the faces he makes and hear every beautiful sound that passes his lips. Even as the bottle is handed to him, he isn't taking his good eye off Byleth for a moment. How could he? As he watches, clearly more than pleased with his view, he's coating his own fingers with lubricant.
Once he's satisfied, he's bringing his hand around Byleth's waist and down to circle around Byleth's burgeoning (if not already full-on) erection. He's careful, slow, and almost methodical with his strokes. He doesn't want Byleth to reach that edge too quickly now. Not before Dedue has his fun, at least. "I do," he murmurs, angling his head to dip in and press his lips against Byleth's neck, his cheek, and anywhere he can reach. "A royal view, really." Turns out, Dimitri can be quite cheeky himself!
Once he's satisfied, he's bringing his hand around Byleth's waist and down to circle around Byleth's burgeoning (if not already full-on) erection. He's careful, slow, and almost methodical with his strokes. He doesn't want Byleth to reach that edge too quickly now. Not before Dedue has his fun, at least. "I do," he murmurs, angling his head to dip in and press his lips against Byleth's neck, his cheek, and anywhere he can reach. "A royal view, really." Turns out, Dimitri can be quite cheeky himself!
Byleth, it is my hope you are hale and whole since last we interacted.
I would ask a favor, albeit rest assured if you refuse I will take it graciously.
I would ask a favor, albeit rest assured if you refuse I will take it graciously.
Obsidian. Good to hear from you. I am indeed- what can I do for you my friend?
There are missing personal effects. I'm in need of them, which means I must play by the rules of this place.
I would like your help, if you would have me.
I would like your help, if you would have me.
Oh-
[ FUCK yeah. ]
Gladly. Would you like to meet and chat about it? Or would you rather just jump into things?
[ FUCK yeah. ]
Gladly. Would you like to meet and chat about it? Or would you rather just jump into things?
Nay. I would like to hear you speak of your preferences. Tell me where we ought to meet and I shall be there anon.
And likewise. You are welcome in my home, I can send you the location if you please.
Full glad I am to hear it. [And he means it. Byleth seems a good man.]
I remember where to go. I won't keep you waiting.
I remember where to go. I won't keep you waiting.
[It's stupid to be nervous, he thinks to himself. It's just sex; he's had sex before. But that's just it, isn't it? He doesn't like that it can be impersonal, simply transactional. It's why he's asked Byleth, though. The closest thing he has to a friend in this godsforsaken place.
Besides, maybe it'll help some of the pressure weighing on his shoulders.
He arrives, giving a light knock to the door.]
Besides, maybe it'll help some of the pressure weighing on his shoulders.
He arrives, giving a light knock to the door.]
[ The door opens to Byleth, in a gingham apron with a little embroidered Lion in the center. He gives his usual, faint, almost sleepy looking smile as he steps aside. ]
Please, come in. Sit down.
[ He moves off to bring a tray of tea and biscuits as promised to the foyer table, setting it down and having a seat himself. ]
It's good to see you again. I never got to thank you properly...
Please, come in. Sit down.
[ He moves off to bring a tray of tea and biscuits as promised to the foyer table, setting it down and having a seat himself. ]
It's good to see you again. I never got to thank you properly...
[Byleth looks better than the last time they... what, met? Dreamt together? However one sorts out that kind of logic. Either way, he's improved, and that's good enough for Obsidian.
So he goes in at the invitation, then shakes his head.]
No need. Glad I was to be able to help you. I don't need anything more than that.
[He sits, looking over the tea and biscuits, a fine spread from his friend.]
If anything, I feel as though I'll owe you for the help I aim to ask.
So he goes in at the invitation, then shakes his head.]
No need. Glad I was to be able to help you. I don't need anything more than that.
[He sits, looking over the tea and biscuits, a fine spread from his friend.]
If anything, I feel as though I'll owe you for the help I aim to ask.
Well then it is likewise. Getting to be with you in such a way would be it's own reward.
You do not need to worry about formalities or things like that with me. Be earnest, and I shall do the same.
[ He takes a long, thoughtful sip from his tea. ]
Tell me what you enjoy.
You do not need to worry about formalities or things like that with me. Be earnest, and I shall do the same.
[ He takes a long, thoughtful sip from his tea. ]
Tell me what you enjoy.
[It's almost easier to summarize what he doesn't like, for however much intimacy is a difficult thing for him. However, Byleth has been patient and kind with him, and he has few doubts that he can relax with him.]
I... tis difficult for me to put it plainly into words. [And it's been awhile since he has been intimate.] Too rarely I have been with someone whose company I enjoyed that I could rightly relish it.
But I would want to take care of you. That most of all. So tell me what it is that you enjoy from your partners, and I will grant it gladly.
I... tis difficult for me to put it plainly into words. [And it's been awhile since he has been intimate.] Too rarely I have been with someone whose company I enjoyed that I could rightly relish it.
But I would want to take care of you. That most of all. So tell me what it is that you enjoy from your partners, and I will grant it gladly.
I admit... I'm much the same. I enjoy pleasing my partner. Knowing that I am doing well- that is what truly drives any kind of desire. Bringing someone else pleasure and happiness.
[ He knows that probably doesn't answer the question though. ]
Other than that, I enjoy novel sensations, but have a strong preference for intimacy. Romance, I guess you could say.
[ He knows that probably doesn't answer the question though. ]
Other than that, I enjoy novel sensations, but have a strong preference for intimacy. Romance, I guess you could say.
Is that so? ...Full glad I am to hear it, in truth.
[He could spare to admit this much, couldn't he? He's spent a bit of time with Byleth. Spent more than enough to dwell on too many matters. To share is... not typical. Still, if it could help them both--]
I could not be so casual with a partner in this way. I have no illusions of romantic love, but so long as it is someone I care about, then it is well.
I do not wish for it to feel like a transaction nor impersonal.
[He could spare to admit this much, couldn't he? He's spent a bit of time with Byleth. Spent more than enough to dwell on too many matters. To share is... not typical. Still, if it could help them both--]
I could not be so casual with a partner in this way. I have no illusions of romantic love, but so long as it is someone I care about, then it is well.
I do not wish for it to feel like a transaction nor impersonal.
Two fingers, even ones as large as Dedue’s, aren’t much trouble for Byleth these days. He takes them easily, beautifully, and Dedue always takes great pleasure in this part of bedding him— has ever since that first time that Byleth instructed him on how to do it. Dedue always remembers his lessons, both in the classroom and the bedroom.
It’s tempting to just warm Byleth up this way, finger him through an orgasm or two until he’s pliant and relaxed. But they had also promised their dear Professor their cocks, and he’s loath to renege on that.
“Will you tell His Majesty how it feels?”
Byleth’s words— if he can manage any— to go along with the sight of Dedue working a third finger into him, spreading him wide and pressing into those sensitive spots inside of him.
It’s tempting to just warm Byleth up this way, finger him through an orgasm or two until he’s pliant and relaxed. But they had also promised their dear Professor their cocks, and he’s loath to renege on that.
“Will you tell His Majesty how it feels?”
Byleth’s words— if he can manage any— to go along with the sight of Dedue working a third finger into him, spreading him wide and pressing into those sensitive spots inside of him.
I couldn't agree more. [ Byleth lets a warmer smile lighten his face, comforted to know that he and Obsidian see eye to eye on this important matter of intimacy. ]
Even in the absence of the textbook romance, warmth and care need not be lacking. Especially between friends.
As long as we have that, then I will be very happy with whatever we do together.
Even in the absence of the textbook romance, warmth and care need not be lacking. Especially between friends.
As long as we have that, then I will be very happy with whatever we do together.
Having both of them here, laying between them, having them touch him together- Byleth has never been one to shy away from experimentation when it comes to sex. Still, this is a wholly new feeling for him. It's the love and care that makes all the difference. Also the fact that both Dimitri and Dedue are built like gods certainly doesn't hurt matters.
With Dedue's skilled fingers inside of him, stretching him open, and Dimitri's calloused hand rubbing his cock, he has a hard time even articulating an answer to that question. Even though the words alone make it feel like he's been set ablaze. When he does speak, his voice sounds so much smaller than he's used to. Pitching and catching at every movement.
"The- ah. Dedue... fingers feel. So warm. A-... and thick. I could cum. Just from this. It reminds me of all the times. He just. Fingered me. Over and over. And- ah. Dimitri. I love h-how good your hands feel. The callouses from lancing and swordplay. They feel amazing on my cock. How gentle you both are. Flames I'll cum soon if you aren't careful."
It only took long enough for him to get those words out for him to be achingly hard in Dimitri's grip, his hips thrusting and twitching into it.
With Dedue's skilled fingers inside of him, stretching him open, and Dimitri's calloused hand rubbing his cock, he has a hard time even articulating an answer to that question. Even though the words alone make it feel like he's been set ablaze. When he does speak, his voice sounds so much smaller than he's used to. Pitching and catching at every movement.
"The- ah. Dedue... fingers feel. So warm. A-... and thick. I could cum. Just from this. It reminds me of all the times. He just. Fingered me. Over and over. And- ah. Dimitri. I love h-how good your hands feel. The callouses from lancing and swordplay. They feel amazing on my cock. How gentle you both are. Flames I'll cum soon if you aren't careful."
It only took long enough for him to get those words out for him to be achingly hard in Dimitri's grip, his hips thrusting and twitching into it.
It certainly doesn't hurt matters, does it? Dimitri loves watching the way that Byleth moves beneath Dedue's skilled fingers, he loves feeling the way his hips twitch up to chase the heat of his hand around him. The breathy words that Byleth can barely articulate get out help awaken his own arousal impressively fast.
"Is that so?" he asks, each word punctuated by kisses that are light and caring against Byleth's skin. "Well, I say that I'd hate for things to be over so soon but... I think that's far from the case, knowing us."
These boys can go for hours and Byleth, more than anyone, would know that.
"Is that so?" he asks, each word punctuated by kisses that are light and caring against Byleth's skin. "Well, I say that I'd hate for things to be over so soon but... I think that's far from the case, knowing us."
These boys can go for hours and Byleth, more than anyone, would know that.
Dedue?
[ Byleth calls out into the house as he kicks his boots off and strides across the wood floors that creak faintly under him. He checks the kitchen, foyer and hall. ]
Dedue- if you're here, I'd like to talk for a moment.
[ Finally, he arrives at his door, knocking softly. ]
[ Byleth calls out into the house as he kicks his boots off and strides across the wood floors that creak faintly under him. He checks the kitchen, foyer and hall. ]
Dedue- if you're here, I'd like to talk for a moment.
[ Finally, he arrives at his door, knocking softly. ]
[At the moment, Dedue is in his room, working on an embroidery project-- a calming hobby that he finds satisfaction in. He sets it aside when he hears Byleth call for him, and stands, going to open the door when he knocks.]
Of course, Byleth. Please, come in.
[His dear Byleth. Dedue steps aside, so that he can enter instead of just standing awkwardly in the doorway. Once inside, Dedue reaches for him, settling a gentle hand on his elbow.]
Is something the matter?
Of course, Byleth. Please, come in.
[His dear Byleth. Dedue steps aside, so that he can enter instead of just standing awkwardly in the doorway. Once inside, Dedue reaches for him, settling a gentle hand on his elbow.]
Is something the matter?
[ Dedue's room, and his whole aura is so peaceful. The gentle touch prompts him to go up on his toes and kiss him, just an affectionate peck. ]
Not at all.
I have something for you.
[ He tugs Dedue over to sit on the edge of the bed. Getting a nice breath of the man's clean, aromatic scent. ]
Put out your hands and close your eyes.
Not at all.
I have something for you.
[ He tugs Dedue over to sit on the edge of the bed. Getting a nice breath of the man's clean, aromatic scent. ]
Put out your hands and close your eyes.
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