The tenderness and care is truly welcomed, and while his heart never stopped being full with all that emotion from their date, this does put it back in the fore of everything. The kiss to his forehead, the tucking of his messy hair, and the verbalized gratitude leaves him feeling light and warm. Appreciated and loved.
His lips purse, if only to attempt to stop that smile which threatens to overtake his lips. Though his eyes fall to Byleth's newly formed cock with clear interest and intrigue, despite being the sculptor himself. Though his expression scrunches as his cock is taken in hand, but he can't complain about the view of seeing Byleth's own and his being rubbed together. He might appreciate the sensation more if not for the abuse it's been through.
But if he were to be honest, there's some enjoyment he pulls from this all the same, masochist as he is. Though, once Byleth is hard, his cock slicked with lube, and pressing inside of him, he does nothing to withhold that sigh of pleasure that escapes him, his eyes slipping closed as he allows himself to be lost to the feeling of being penetrated.
The feeling of Byleth's warm dick inside of him, stretching his tender hole as he hilts himself inside, is heavenly. As he begins to move, rocking more than thrusting, he opens his eyes to watch the pleasure dance across Byleth's features. It's a beautiful sight, really, and the combination of seeing him and feeling him fills him with a satisfying warmth and desire that isn't simply achieved by nudging his prostate.
Though he is doing that every few rocks into him, causing a full body spasm for how sensitive he is at the moment. The sound that accompanies it only further emphasizing it.
"Mmm...as do you. Yes, just so. Just like that..." His voice is soft, encouraging, perhaps a little pleading. Maybe he wants to be fucked gently after everything. Maybe he wants Byleth to make love to him, though that's up to Byleth, isn't it?
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His lips purse, if only to attempt to stop that smile which threatens to overtake his lips. Though his eyes fall to Byleth's newly formed cock with clear interest and intrigue, despite being the sculptor himself. Though his expression scrunches as his cock is taken in hand, but he can't complain about the view of seeing Byleth's own and his being rubbed together. He might appreciate the sensation more if not for the abuse it's been through.
But if he were to be honest, there's some enjoyment he pulls from this all the same, masochist as he is. Though, once Byleth is hard, his cock slicked with lube, and pressing inside of him, he does nothing to withhold that sigh of pleasure that escapes him, his eyes slipping closed as he allows himself to be lost to the feeling of being penetrated.
The feeling of Byleth's warm dick inside of him, stretching his tender hole as he hilts himself inside, is heavenly. As he begins to move, rocking more than thrusting, he opens his eyes to watch the pleasure dance across Byleth's features. It's a beautiful sight, really, and the combination of seeing him and feeling him fills him with a satisfying warmth and desire that isn't simply achieved by nudging his prostate.
Though he is doing that every few rocks into him, causing a full body spasm for how sensitive he is at the moment. The sound that accompanies it only further emphasizing it.
"Mmm...as do you. Yes, just so. Just like that..." His voice is soft, encouraging, perhaps a little pleading. Maybe he wants to be fucked gently after everything. Maybe he wants Byleth to make love to him, though that's up to Byleth, isn't it?