[At the peck on the cheek, a blush creeps onto Obsidian's face. Despite how he appears, it isn't difficult to fluster him, and he lets out a faint little laugh before he's carrying Byleth away to the bedroom.
He doesn't drop the smaller man to bed, at least not yet; instead, he leans in to press a delicate kiss onto his lips. It isn't so much as he perceives Byleth as delicate in so much as he wants to offer nothing but care and respect for his friend. The way anyone deserves to be treated in bed, at least in Obsidian's mind for all of his intimacy complications.]
Tell me how you want me to take care of you, my friend.
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He doesn't drop the smaller man to bed, at least not yet; instead, he leans in to press a delicate kiss onto his lips. It isn't so much as he perceives Byleth as delicate in so much as he wants to offer nothing but care and respect for his friend. The way anyone deserves to be treated in bed, at least in Obsidian's mind for all of his intimacy complications.]
Tell me how you want me to take care of you, my friend.