He is quickly reminded of why he was drawn to this man to begin with. The absolute unbridled passion, amongst other things. It's always romance that gets him truly wound up, himself. He's right back at that peak again too, kissing Emet as though he did not need to draw breath at all.
It is increasingly difficult not to thrust in harder or faster, he manages to hold himself back though. Both for Emet and to draw it out as long as he can, himself. Hearing his name like that sends a jolt through him that nearly ruins that whole effort though. He wants to echo back, but well... Emet-Selch is kind of a mouthful in the midst of passion, and he knows the man hates it when just the first part is used. His head is plenty fogged from what he's currently doing anyways.
Just the emotion on his face is enough to truly chase every intelligent thought from Byleth's mind, but he struggles to keep his eyes open to see it as much as he can. His voice rises from the softer tones though as he feels himself start to rise to a peak. His moans longer, broken by his voice hitching.
"Love-" He gasps, not even thinking. For lack of his name that he knows, but not untrue. He doesn't falter from it, either. As he rocks into Emet with the same vigor, chest heaving with the effort of keeping himself reigned in. That does not count his mouth however. "Love you."
He did not do himself any favors in terms of control, either. He bucks just a bit harder, a bit more haphazardly as his voice rises into a cracking shout of ecstasy. The familiar feeling of release, and he hilts himself, spilling into the other man in a few warm jets. He draws him into a messy kiss as he rides out the dregs of orgasm. He feels like he could just live right here for a while.
When he is at last forced to catch his breath, he stays, propped up just a handful of inches above Emet, looking down at him. He could have expected to be a bit sheepish, for saying such a thing in the midst of passion but the only face he wears is one of conviction.
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It is increasingly difficult not to thrust in harder or faster, he manages to hold himself back though. Both for Emet and to draw it out as long as he can, himself. Hearing his name like that sends a jolt through him that nearly ruins that whole effort though. He wants to echo back, but well... Emet-Selch is kind of a mouthful in the midst of passion, and he knows the man hates it when just the first part is used. His head is plenty fogged from what he's currently doing anyways.
Just the emotion on his face is enough to truly chase every intelligent thought from Byleth's mind, but he struggles to keep his eyes open to see it as much as he can. His voice rises from the softer tones though as he feels himself start to rise to a peak. His moans longer, broken by his voice hitching.
"Love-" He gasps, not even thinking. For lack of his name that he knows, but not untrue. He doesn't falter from it, either. As he rocks into Emet with the same vigor, chest heaving with the effort of keeping himself reigned in. That does not count his mouth however. "Love you."
He did not do himself any favors in terms of control, either. He bucks just a bit harder, a bit more haphazardly as his voice rises into a cracking shout of ecstasy. The familiar feeling of release, and he hilts himself, spilling into the other man in a few warm jets. He draws him into a messy kiss as he rides out the dregs of orgasm. He feels like he could just live right here for a while.
When he is at last forced to catch his breath, he stays, propped up just a handful of inches above Emet, looking down at him. He could have expected to be a bit sheepish, for saying such a thing in the midst of passion but the only face he wears is one of conviction.