What a beautiful sight. Unraveling him like that. Byleth looks on in satisfaction as he's certainly made a mess of Emet now. A finger collects some of the spill still dripping from his cock, rubbing it between his fingers as though contemplating it.
The game is far from over. Licking the mess from his fingers, and then unceremoniously reaching up and pressing them into the other man's mouth. If he gets bit he gets bit.
"And what could you do to stop me?" A lot, actually. But in this little fantasy; nothing. "Come on. I know you want more. How about this? I'll keep your cute little secret, if you do something for me." His hand is withdrawn and he palms the head of Emet's cock, hoping it's still far too sensitive, twisting and rubbing as he speaks.
"Can you. Give me a dick? And I don't mean this one right here." He punctuates, roughly stroking him. "I mean one to fuck you with. My toys are all well and good, all sorts of fun little things to be done with them, but I want to feel you on the inside. Just temporarily of course." He likes his body as it is, but this would be a fun aside, he thinks. The peacekeeper had restored his original form after some time, but he does occasionally miss the feeling of slipping into someone, feeling them clutch and squeeze him as he fucks them just right. Call it nostalgia or something.
"What do you say? Deal?" A finger he haphazardly slicked with Emet's own spend is gently slipped up inside him now, almost daring him to attempt to speak and hold his composure.
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The game is far from over. Licking the mess from his fingers, and then unceremoniously reaching up and pressing them into the other man's mouth. If he gets bit he gets bit.
"And what could you do to stop me?" A lot, actually. But in this little fantasy; nothing. "Come on. I know you want more. How about this? I'll keep your cute little secret, if you do something for me." His hand is withdrawn and he palms the head of Emet's cock, hoping it's still far too sensitive, twisting and rubbing as he speaks.
"Can you. Give me a dick? And I don't mean this one right here." He punctuates, roughly stroking him. "I mean one to fuck you with. My toys are all well and good, all sorts of fun little things to be done with them, but I want to feel you on the inside. Just temporarily of course." He likes his body as it is, but this would be a fun aside, he thinks. The peacekeeper had restored his original form after some time, but he does occasionally miss the feeling of slipping into someone, feeling them clutch and squeeze him as he fucks them just right. Call it nostalgia or something.
"What do you say? Deal?" A finger he haphazardly slicked with Emet's own spend is gently slipped up inside him now, almost daring him to attempt to speak and hold his composure.