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[perfectteatime]

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[freckledarcher]

Ashe thought his heart would pound of his chest with how nervous he's been since he got here. However, he started to calm down after seeing the look in his eyes. He finished up his tea, he didn't want to waste it after Byleth was nice enough to make some for him, and took his hand.

"Yes, I would. However, you want to start we can."

[perfectteatime]

"Come with me." His voice is confident but gentle. Something he expects Ashe would appreciate. Mildness, which really, is his default state anyways. He leads him upstairs to his room. The large comfortable bed speaking to the fact that he's clearly already exchanged some stamps. He takes a seat on it, patting the spot next to him gently.

"If you don't like something, need a break or want to stop, if something hurts, you must tell me. Understand?"

[freckledarcher]

Ashe tried his best to calm down, yet he couldn't believe that he was going to be able to spend time with Byleth in such an intimate way! A small part of him was very happy that this wasn't a cruel joke and that he meant what he said. Not that Ashe doubted him, he just had to make sure that it was still going to happen. His feelings were all over the place, but he couldn't deny how nice it felt to hold Byleth's hand.

Ashe took a seat next to Byleth as he rested his hand on the bed. Oh yeah the stamps! He made a note to get more stamps in the future. He would have to think about that later, right now he had other things to focus on.

Ashe nodded. "Yes, I understand."

[perfectteatime]

They're about to do a whole lot more than handholding. Byleth leans in with that confirmation and kisses him on the lips. Chaste at first to give him a taste of what's to come. Another kiss follows, and this time lingers, ever-so-slightly parting his lips to allow his tongue to brush against the archer's.

An arm sliding around him, pulling him against the erstwhile professor with firm confidence, while the other hand cards through that silvery hair to rest at the back of his head. There's room to pull away, should he want.

[freckledarcher]

Ashe may have some nerves that lingered, but he trusted Byleth. When Byleth kissed him he eagerly tried to kiss him back before he slowed down. He didn't want to seem overeager, but between Byleth keeping his words and this kiss it became harder to keep it in check. Ashe opened his mouth wider to accept Byleth's tongue. He placed his hands on Byleth's chest, his body shivering from the way Byleth held him.

Ashe doesn't pull away. He slowly kisses him back as the quietest of moans left his lips.

[perfectteatime]

His own hand covers the one that presses against his chest, offering encouragement to touch. The little moan is so damned cute though it just about melts him. He smiles into the kiss and lets his hands roam a bit more, slipping under the hem of Ashe's shirt and pushing it up, feeling out his chest, letting his fingers brush over the soft peaks of his nipples underneath.

He keeps his touches light but still assured. Calm, guiding the whole tone of everything.

He breaks the kiss only so that he can trail more kisses down his jaw and neck, nipping playfully.

I know this is late but *slides on in*

[freckledarcher]

Ashe started writhing slowly from the touch on his chest. He let out a louder moan from the wave of pleasure that followed after Byleth brushed his nipples. Whenever he found time to pleasure himself it was usually a few quick pumps then he was done. He didn't know how sensitive his body was until now. It made him want Byleth even more and he was trying not to feel embarrassed over his eagerness.

Ashe's hands stopped their exploration of Byleth's chest as he leaned back from the kisses along his neck. He groaned from the bite and gripped his shirt before letting go. "B-Byleth..." He got out in between his moans.