(He feels "just right", Byleth says ... a statement which warms Corrin from the inside out. Anyone who has shared intimacy with the dragon prince before knows that he is a very submissive man, likely attributed to his kind and gentle nature. It's thrilling for him to know that he can provide his lover with a special sort of pleasure each time - that despite how many others there are, Byleth still loves his body. Perhaps without intending to, he fastens his arms just that little bit tighter around his shoulders, swept away with a longing to be closer to him.
And then Byleth starts to say all of that, and, wow. The dragon prince can't control the way that his mouth falls open in surprise, whimpering out soft moans which can only emphasise his approval. Byleth knows all of the buttons to press - and not only this, he knows to push them just right. The perfect balance of praise and degradation by lovingly highlighting his voyeuristic tendencies. )
Mmf...! G-Gods ... ( His face burns red and he hips his head down, really emphasising his shyness. As requested of him, he moves slower, moaning adoringly. ) Byleth ... ( Corrin kisses him slowly, savouring his taste, concentrating on moving at just the right speed while they make love. )
You ah-always know the right things to say ... ( Even without touching himself, he leaks a considerable amount of pre-come, and it wouldn't be the first time that the archbishop riles up his eager little prince through his words alone. )
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And then Byleth starts to say all of that, and, wow. The dragon prince can't control the way that his mouth falls open in surprise, whimpering out soft moans which can only emphasise his approval. Byleth knows all of the buttons to press - and not only this, he knows to push them just right. The perfect balance of praise and degradation by lovingly highlighting his voyeuristic tendencies. )
Mmf...! G-Gods ... ( His face burns red and he hips his head down, really emphasising his shyness. As requested of him, he moves slower, moaning adoringly. ) Byleth ... ( Corrin kisses him slowly, savouring his taste, concentrating on moving at just the right speed while they make love. )
You ah-always know the right things to say ... ( Even without touching himself, he leaks a considerable amount of pre-come, and it wouldn't be the first time that the archbishop riles up his eager little prince through his words alone. )