[Obsidian definitely had arrived to Byleth's with the intent of taking care of him, but here he is laying down onto his back, his shirt open just enough for his chest to be out. Well, so long as his friend is enjoying himself, which considering the way he's moaning it seems to be the case.
Not that it's purely one-sided; Obsidian is shivering under Byleth, arching his back up slightly, unable to help but squirm a little. While one hand grips Byleth's hip, the other is lightly cupped to the back of his head, quietly encouraging him to do as he pleases.]
Can be a little rougher. [The words are spoken breathily, just squeezed out between soft sighs and shudders. It's good, and it's been too long since he's been tended to by anyone.
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Not that it's purely one-sided; Obsidian is shivering under Byleth, arching his back up slightly, unable to help but squirm a little. While one hand grips Byleth's hip, the other is lightly cupped to the back of his head, quietly encouraging him to do as he pleases.]
Can be a little rougher. [The words are spoken breathily, just squeezed out between soft sighs and shudders. It's good, and it's been too long since he's been tended to by anyone.
But he also trusts Byleth.]