Fortunately it isn't hard to get kisses from Byleth. He touches Emet's face with a gentle hand, thumb passing softy over his cheek.
"Would be it that I saw that kind of softness on your face every single day." It isn't meant as a tease, or jab. Simply put- he loves the sight of that adoration and kindness. Leaving him wanting no longer, he leans in to give him that silently desired kiss. Unhurried and drenched in affection. Laying against the man, still warm and snug inside of him. When he finally breaks the kiss again he speaks low against his ear.
"Are you spent now? Do you wish to rest with me?" He fully intends to pamper him up after all this. Knowing Emet could simply magic away the mess is all well, but it deprives him the pleasure of bathing together. One of his favorite activities after sex. A warm bath, some fresh water or tea, and then curling up in each other's arms. That's what the agenda holds today.
"You did so well at my little game." He adds, genuine praise, now is not the time for teasing. "I loved seeing you smile and laugh in such an unbridled way. It makes me feel light. Seeing people smile is one of my favorite things, and yours is incredible."
Perhaps saying such things would make Emet-Selch balk, but Byleth hopes he is in a good state to accept the words as affection and admiration, nothing else. Regardless, the expressions he's seen on this man tonight are committed to memories he dips into when he needs something to move him. Held closely like the finest treasure.
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"Would be it that I saw that kind of softness on your face every single day." It isn't meant as a tease, or jab. Simply put- he loves the sight of that adoration and kindness. Leaving him wanting no longer, he leans in to give him that silently desired kiss. Unhurried and drenched in affection. Laying against the man, still warm and snug inside of him. When he finally breaks the kiss again he speaks low against his ear.
"Are you spent now? Do you wish to rest with me?" He fully intends to pamper him up after all this. Knowing Emet could simply magic away the mess is all well, but it deprives him the pleasure of bathing together. One of his favorite activities after sex. A warm bath, some fresh water or tea, and then curling up in each other's arms. That's what the agenda holds today.
"You did so well at my little game." He adds, genuine praise, now is not the time for teasing. "I loved seeing you smile and laugh in such an unbridled way. It makes me feel light. Seeing people smile is one of my favorite things, and yours is incredible."
Perhaps saying such things would make Emet-Selch balk, but Byleth hopes he is in a good state to accept the words as affection and admiration, nothing else. Regardless, the expressions he's seen on this man tonight are committed to memories he dips into when he needs something to move him. Held closely like the finest treasure.