[ Byleth laughs at his snappiness and the bite to his cheek, returning it as an affectionate kiss. ]
Yes but I want you to say it for me. I think that's a fair trade.
[ His fingers press deeper, crooking and searching for his prostate. A third joins soon, and Byleth looks up at him expectantly. The hand on his cock pauses, squeezing as he rubs his thumb just below the head. ]
Come on. Ask me nicely.
[ That's the key with men like this. They want- need to be brought low. To be given instruction. Released from the suffocating trap of all the responsibilities, all the worries, all of the expectations. He knows it well because he too sometimes craves for it. ]
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Yes but I want you to say it for me. I think that's a fair trade.
[ His fingers press deeper, crooking and searching for his prostate. A third joins soon, and Byleth looks up at him expectantly. The hand on his cock pauses, squeezing as he rubs his thumb just below the head. ]
Come on. Ask me nicely.
[ That's the key with men like this. They want- need to be brought low. To be given instruction. Released from the suffocating trap of all the responsibilities, all the worries, all of the expectations. He knows it well because he too sometimes craves for it. ]