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It certainly doesn't hurt matters, does it? Dimitri loves watching the way that Byleth moves beneath Dedue's skilled fingers, he loves feeling the way his hips twitch up to chase the heat of his hand around him. The breathy words that Byleth can barely articulate get out help awaken his own arousal impressively fast.

"Is that so?" he asks, each word punctuated by kisses that are light and caring against Byleth's skin. "Well, I say that I'd hate for things to be over so soon but... I think that's far from the case, knowing us."

These boys can go for hours and Byleth, more than anyone, would know that.

Dedue has very fond memories of all the times that he had fingered Byleth-- over and over, as he says. Their dear Professor's stamina and short refractory period meant that he could make Byleth come on his fingers again and again and again until he was shaking and spent and beautiful. Truly a delight.

For all that he loves to do that, he needs to have more restraint for tonight. Though Dimitri brings up a good point-- the evening would be far from over, even if Byleth does come once or twice now. His stamina isn't limitless, but it is certainly better than just once or twice a night.

"Perhaps you are correct," he says, pressing his fingers in long, firm strokes against Byleth's prostate, a deliberate move to wring more pleasure from him. "And if he is to take the both of us, it would be for the best if he is as relaxed as possible."

They are both large men, so having Byleth pliant and relaxed would cause the least amount of strain on him. And, of course, both he and His Majesty would doubtless enjoy the process.

He has to prop his leg against Dedue's to allow himself to spread out more. He's rocking his hips and no matter which way he does, there's only more pleasure. He can tell they're absolutely trying to make him cum now. He knows full well he can go for hours and hours though, orgasm after orgasm. He opens his mouth to say something but all that comes out is a pitched moan.

"Aaahaaaaa--!" He can feel his body tense, thighs shaking as he clenches around Dedue's fingers inside him, and makes a mess of Dimitri's hand, and the sheets. They were absolutely right though. Even as the orgasm shakes through him, it only leaves him more aroused than before. Desperate to be full again. He's not really sure about 'relaxed' but he certainly does feel absolutely feral about wanting to he fucked right now.

"Please."

Dedue is right in his assumption. While Dimitri likes to take Byleth by surprise where he can, a relaxed and content is professor is much more enjoyable than one taken off-guard. To be pleased so is what Byleth deserves for all that he's done for them both; when he shudders and moans like that, it only serves as music to Dimitri's ears. The spill against the blond's palm is a welcome warmth, honestly, and one that only makes his smile grow for it.

"Beautiful," the king commentates, running his fingers idly along Byleth's length through his orgasm. The feeling of warm string of come along his fingers only urges him on further. Oh, he wants to feel Byleth's spend again and again and again against-

The profesor doesn't soften any and, really, that's impressive. "Do you want me too, Byleth?" he asks, equal parts teasing and sincere. His own hardened cock rubs against the man's backside as he squirms. "Could you handle us both?" Although he asks, the man already knows the answer. He can and will.

Byleth makes the loveliest sounds when he's being pleasured, and that holds true now when he shakes and shivers his way through an orgasm. Dedue finger-fucks him through it, until every last sticky drop has been wrung from him. It truly is a temptation to just keep going like this, to make Byleth arch and writhe until there's nothing left for him to give.

Dedue kisses him, after enough coherence has returned to him to beg for more.

He looks over Byleth's shoulder at Dimitri, cocking one pale eyebrow at him. "At the same time?"

To have them both at once would be quite the taxing endeavor, even for Byleth. Still, Dedue teases a fourth finger at Byleth's rim, as though contemplating trying to stretch him even further. It must be tortuous, especially with Dimitri's hard cock pressed against him. That's another temptation, and one that Dedue sees no reason to deny himself-- he traces the fingers of his free hand over His Majesty's cock as it ruts against Byleth.

"That would be quite the challenge."

"Yes," He breathes to the first question, "Yes. A thousand times yes." That covers just about everything. He shudders as Dedue teases his now empty hole, clenching around nothing, greedy for Dimitri's cock as it rubs against him.

"I don't care- I want it. I want you both to fuck me unconscious." The teasing is cutting through any dignity or resolve he started with like butter. And even better, watching Dedue's clever, wonderful fingers trace Dimitri's length. Touch him. He wants them both to use him all up, but he also wants to watch as they take each other. Flames, he's not sure he's ever been this horny in his weird little life.

"Please. Please. I need to be full." Need he says, but he truly does feel like he needs it. There's a kind of frenzied desperation in his voice now. He's worked up to the point that he's not really sure he's even making any kind of sense.

And isn't Byleth beautiful, in this way? Desperate and nearly incoherent with need for them? He's not sure many others could achieve such a thing. Dimitri gives a small, satisfied sigh at the feeling of warm fingers running along his cock. His hips rock to chase the heat of them eagerly but he doesn't forget about Byleth's needs either. How could he when the man is so sweet and needing between them?

"I think," he starts, allowing him to be guided by his vassal's hand, "the professor has made himself clear." Pre-come beads and rolls down from his tip in his eagerness. He presses against Byleth's warm, welcoming heat with a satisfied-sounding sigh. "Let us give him what he wants. What he needs." That part is just a little too satisfied, maybe, but can Dimitri really be faulted for it?

He jerks his hips up just enough to be taken in by Byleth inch by inch. "Ah-" Dimitri lets out in a shuddering, wanton moan. Goddess. Has it ever felt so good before? He doesn't think so.

Byleth is beautiful always, but especially like this, needy and desperate. To fuck him unconscious would be a difficult task, considering Byleth's prodigious stamina, but with both of their efforts combined, it may be possible. There is a certain appeal to it, he cannot deny.

Dimitri's cock is guided into Byleth by Dedue's hand. He may not be the man currently sheathed in warm, slick heat, but he feels a frisson of pleasure at the action as though he were. He runs his hand over Dimitri's hip, curls it around the firm swell of his ass. His Majesty is not the most gifted man in that arena, but Dedue doesn't mind that his asscheeks fit neatly in the palm of his large hand.

"How do you feel, Byleth?" Is it teasing, or does Dedue just like to hear how it feels? Could go either way. "Are you full enough yet?"

It would be difficult to work another cock inside of him, but perhaps not impossible if they're diligent and careful.

Gods be damned if they aren't cheeky when they're together. Dangerously so. He has very little time to be too embarrassed though because Dimitri is sinking into him with that utterly indulgent sound. Both of them look so beautiful. How has he ended up so blessed in this life? He can't help the sound he makes as Dimitri slides in, eyes meeting Dedue's as his lips tremble faintly.

It's not fair how good they all work together. How nicely they agree with each other. This could be heaven in all honesty, despite everything, just for this one experience. Watching Dedue touch Dimitri makes his own cock twitch, and he tightens around the man inside him.

"G...ood," He manages, rolling his hips back against Dimitri. This would be plenty full enough on any other day, but today there is the promise of so much more. SO much more. He brings a hand to smooth down Dedue's beautiful jawline, kissing him between needy huffs as he works himself on Dimitri's cock. "No... ah- I want. Both. I love you both."

He feels greedy asking for it, but given the situation, could anyone even remotely begin to blame him?

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