[ While he undresses, Byleth follows every new patch of skin revealed to him with his lips, kissing and sucking little bruises into the pale skin. He takes a few seconds to start undoing his own clothes, just here and there. Hopefully making things easier.
He's far more interested in touching that wonderfully smooth skin. Catching a nipple between his lips and teasing it with his tongue until its hard. He coaxes him down to lay, allowing that moment to finally shuck his own shirt and tug off his trousers and smallclothes. ]
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He's far more interested in touching that wonderfully smooth skin. Catching a nipple between his lips and teasing it with his tongue until its hard. He coaxes him down to lay, allowing that moment to finally shuck his own shirt and tug off his trousers and smallclothes. ]