[at some point, sizhui's forehead ends up propped against byleth's shoulder, his eyes squeezed shut and both hands desperately clutching him by the shoulderblades. although he's trying his best to keep marginally quiet, there are still soft, sometimes stilted sounds escaping around his bottom lip, through his teeth or — the moments he feels brave enough – around any skin belonging to byleth that he can bite down on.
a particularly higher-pitched moan and the way sizhui's nails catch byleth's shoulders are what signal his own release, followed shortly thereafter by some harsh panting, but his hips never stop attempting to shift rhythmically against the other man's thrusting.
it's sizhui who will ‘break’ first, and despite this, he only does so to murmur,] Could we stop for a moment? I need to—aah—uhm. [a long, careful inhale then,] Need to regather myself...
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a particularly higher-pitched moan and the way sizhui's nails catch byleth's shoulders are what signal his own release, followed shortly thereafter by some harsh panting, but his hips never stop attempting to shift rhythmically against the other man's thrusting.
it's sizhui who will ‘break’ first, and despite this, he only does so to murmur,] Could we stop for a moment? I need to—aah—uhm. [a long, careful inhale then,] Need to regather myself...