For as tight as his jaw is, and how much it might have been a little bit of a struggle to slip those fingers into his mouth at first...he does take them. He also runs his tongue against them, tasting himself and sucking on the digits, though with notable reluctance at first.
To the question he gives him silence. In this scenario, Byleth has the power, and to make such demands of him is foolish. This he knows, but the burning he feels, the all consuming fire of shame that feels as though it might consume him completely makes it hard not to try. Or at least it did in that moment.
Then the hand is withdrawn and Byleth begins to offer a proposal—but then he palms his far too sensitive cock and he cannot help but gasp at how sensitive it is, his hips jerking back as much as they can from the overwhelming feeling of sensation. A pained whine leaving him as he tries to listen and consider, but the overstimulation of his poor dick makes it a difficult task, indeed.
Even more difficult when he sticks a finger in him, reflexively he tightens around him, and part of him hungers for more. Something to focus on other than his poor abused dick and the overwhelming feeling radiating from each pump it receives.
"You wish for...a phallus." He strains out between pitiful near-whimpers, trying so hard to maintain dignity he simply doesn't have as he peers at him from behind his arm with a single, glowing eye. The same eye glances over Byleth's features, as if searching for something, or perhaps he's merely trying to process this information while enduring this onslaught to his senses.
"Very well, but if...if you wish for aught desirable—cease your ministrations so I might grant it."
He really should not do any sort of body modification when he cannot think clearly. While the results might be funny, they could also be potentially disastrous, and certainly not sexy.
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To the question he gives him silence. In this scenario, Byleth has the power, and to make such demands of him is foolish. This he knows, but the burning he feels, the all consuming fire of shame that feels as though it might consume him completely makes it hard not to try. Or at least it did in that moment.
Then the hand is withdrawn and Byleth begins to offer a proposal—but then he palms his far too sensitive cock and he cannot help but gasp at how sensitive it is, his hips jerking back as much as they can from the overwhelming feeling of sensation. A pained whine leaving him as he tries to listen and consider, but the overstimulation of his poor dick makes it a difficult task, indeed.
Even more difficult when he sticks a finger in him, reflexively he tightens around him, and part of him hungers for more. Something to focus on other than his poor abused dick and the overwhelming feeling radiating from each pump it receives.
"You wish for...a phallus." He strains out between pitiful near-whimpers, trying so hard to maintain dignity he simply doesn't have as he peers at him from behind his arm with a single, glowing eye. The same eye glances over Byleth's features, as if searching for something, or perhaps he's merely trying to process this information while enduring this onslaught to his senses.
"Very well, but if...if you wish for aught desirable—cease your ministrations so I might grant it."
He really should not do any sort of body modification when he cannot think clearly. While the results might be funny, they could also be potentially disastrous, and certainly not sexy.