( the prince can't stop himself from giggling softly, smiling with great measure when he feels his partner's mouth ghosting over his ears and down on his neck. Byleth has the incredible talent of turning him to mush.
he places his hand over one of Byleth's, interlocking their fingers, before carrying it over to the other man's arm which he strokes fondly. )
Where do you want to start? ( he murmurs, almost as soft as a whisper. )
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he places his hand over one of Byleth's, interlocking their fingers, before carrying it over to the other man's arm which he strokes fondly. )
Where do you want to start? ( he murmurs, almost as soft as a whisper. )