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[the feeling is clearly mutual, considering, and coupled alongside laughter at his request, it makes sizhui all the more pliable to the warmth in byleth's voice once he does respond. he hums happily, taking great pleasure in the simplicity that's leaning and meeting byleth's kiss, a quiet mm! passing between them at the momentary surprise of that finger finally pushing into him after teeth catch his lower lip.

that hand he'd had against his mouth before outstretches now, hooking byleth's nape and tangling into the hair he finds there, gripping firmly as he darts his tongue out and licks across his upper lip in turn, trying still to distract from the initial intrusion.

however, as byleth finds a pattern, he gives the faintest shift of his hips, groaning at the agreeable sensation.]

[ Gently he thrusts his fingers in, letting the ebb and flow of their kiss match the rhythm of it. Gradually trying to ease him open more, press in deeper, and feel for that pleasurable spot he knows is there.

He takes his time, easing them into this, and hopefully giving Sizhui enough time to think about how he might like something more substantial inside him. Byleth himself however, is focused on keeping that steady pace, and enjoying the warmth of that tongue playing against his own. ]

[with each motion, it becomes more and more difficult to hold their kiss, the gesture devolving into soft, slightly open-mouthed kisses against byleth's mouth, chin, cheek— wherever he can reach that doesn't make him shift too far away. he's lost in the moment of being fingerfucked, but he is also thinking about how it'll be when they go further, the sensation of byleth's cock making him feel fuller, which wrings a full-bodied shiver out of him alongside the feeling of his partner's fingers curling just right.

by the time he can't take anymore, sizhui's broken away, panting quietly, his forehead propped on byleth's shoulder and half-lidded eyes on his own wet dick that's started rising again. goodness gracious, it really doesn't take long, huh? he licks his lips, huffs, upturns and brings them face-to-face, then his words come somewhat heavier on a single emphasized word:] More. [and he tilts his chin to peck byleth's mouth again.]

[ Ahh, he was waiting for that moment. A coy smile overtakes his lips again, and he returns the kiss lightly. ]

More you shall have.

[ It doesn't take long to slick his own cock up, pulling Sizhui by his hips towards him. He isn't rough but he's not afraid to manhandle someone into position, and he gets the feeling that he probably enjoys that just a touch. Teasing, he rubs the tip of his cock against that entrance. ]

Ready?

[ Of course he knows he is. He isn't too mean though, and relents at last, pressing himself slowly in with a soft groan at the sudden warmth and tightness he's sinking into. ]

[he playfully scrunches his nose, trying to seem even the slightest bit indignant, but there's really no effort behind it and he can't help softening after byleth kisses him back.] Good, [sizhui sighs, lowering both hands to clutch the blankets underneath him while byleth takes whatever time needed to lube himself up.

however, once byleth takes hold of his hips and uses the momentum to pull him closer, sizhui's whole face blushes again, his eyes wide, the breath catching in his chest afterward at such an immodest gesture. maybe he's just too sex-addled to remember right now, but he cannot recall a time when someone has done that, and he can't help letting lose a low, deep-seated groan as byleth nudges against his entrance.]

Y-Yes... [i am, he wants to also say, yet he lets it trail off, both arms raising to hook around byleth's shoulders, locking him in place so it's easier to lean toward byleth's shoulder, gently bite down and muffle himself at the sensation of being penetrated.

he's well-aware that his partner prefers he be as vocal as he likes, he just sometimes still fears he might be heard by unwanted people (even with the silencing talismans carefully placed around his bedroom).]

Mmmmh.

[ He takes it slow still, pulling gradually back out before letting himself slip in again to the hilt. A sigh leaving him as he does. He leans forward, giving the other man more room to easily hold onto him. And to be able to feel Byleth panting in his ear as he finds an easy rhythm. Shallow thrusts at first, but enough to move them both. ]

Sizhui. [ There's a certain roughness to his voice now. Just a hint of strained pleasure. ] You feel amazing.

[listening to byleth has him clenching his jaw slightly harder, a soft, long-drawn-out hiss coming out around the skin he's latched onto, although he does still have enough sense to release when he thinks he might be going too hard.

his breath comes in quiet puffs then, eyelashes fluttering as he peppers kisses over the marked skin, moving along the curve and up the side of his neck where he hesitates at byleth shifting even closer. he cinches his arms tighter, faintly tilts his head up and hooks his chin over byleth's shoulder, the nails on his left hand catching for extra stability while he bucks against those cursory motions.]

I, ah... [he trails off, considering, uncertain with his own dirty-talking abilities, but figuring that speaking his mind truthfully has always worked out alright, so.] I can tell you're enjoying it. [another brief pause, his voice coming somewhat lower,] It felt really good... when you grabbed me like that.

Oh you liked that, hmm?

[ He gives his hips a nice deep roll, teasing. ]

I'll be sure to remember that, then.

[ Making immediately good on his word, he starts in with a proper pace, taking hold of Sizhui's hips again and lifting them to allow himself an easier time sliding into him. It's not terribly rough, but it's enough to feel like being manhandled with every thrust. ]

[had sizhui been given the chance to say ‘yes’, he would've, but since byleth finds it necessary to unravel him further with more teasing, his mouth simply falls open in another moan and he clutches him even tighter.

he inhales a sharp, pointed breath then murmurs,] I'm certain you won't forget, [and devolves into higher-pitched whimpering shortly afterward.

because if byleth were going to forget, he wouldn't have immediately done the same thing, which earns a full-bodied shudder followed by all his muscles abruptly tensing whenever byleth pushes into him entirely. gods, it feels so good— yet he relaxes again moments later, leans back somewhat and pushes their foreheads together, one hand draped along byleth's nape, the other lowering in-between them to curl around his own cock and start stroking.]

[ Well, for what it's worth, Byleth was telling the truth. He doesn't seem to be tiring in the least. His breath coming in hitched huffs with every thrust. Moving Sizhui onto him for as much as he's moving himself.

He watches him start to stroke himself. Hm. Suddenly releasing his hips and grapping his wrists to pin them at the sides of his head. He uses the leverage of the position to buck much harder now. It seems he wants to be the sole proprietor of giving him pleasure. At last this time.

He keeps his wrists pinned though, a low growling moan as he moves with more intensity. ]

[his own hips haven't stalled either, he's still doing his best to match byleth's thrusting, even if there are brief pauses in-between so he can let the other man guide him while he mindlessly strokes through byleth's hair or tilts and peppers kisses near his lips, along his cheek, down to his jaw and over his chin.

that other hand is just gaining momentum when byleth changes tactics, releasing sizhui's hips to instead take hold of his wrists and restrain them on either side of his head. sizhui blinks once, twice, initially caught off-guard by the abrupt movement, but before he can consider even feigning a complaint, those harder motions have him faintly lolling his head, eyelashes fluttering again at the jolt of pleasure that's sent coursing through his veins every time byleth's hips move a certain way.

he clenches both hands, fingernails threatening the skin of his palms before he lets up, left leg hooking partway around byleth's hip and his foot planting against the back of his calf.] Haah... Byleth, it feels so— ah! [well, ‘good’ is what he wanted to say, but taking into account how he tilts further back and groans shamelessly, he imagines byleth can understand where he was going with that statement.]

Mmmmh- you're so warm. [ Byleth's voice is broken up by his thrusts, a punched out huff after each one. With the new leverage though, he can lift Sizhui a bit more. Sitting up and allowing the man to hang off his shoulders. The muscles in his arms taught, but he makes it seem rather effortless, holding someone up and fucking them.

The position seems to do plenty for him, too. Within a minute of that shift, he bucks harder, groaning and wrapping an arm around the small of the other mans back as he pushes in deep. The pulsing cock and wash of warm slick marks his climax, but it's only a few seconds between that, catching his breath, and then getting right back to it as if it hadn't happened at all. ]

[though sizhui's momentarily rendered speechless by that, it doesn't stop the consistent motion of his hips. no, that only hesitates when byleth lifts him further, to the point he could probably safely wrap both legs around byleth's waist and they'd still be able to keep fucking— rather than testing their luck right away, sizhui reaches with the arm byleth lets go of and circles his partner's shoulders, helping ease any possible effort, despite byleth clearly not needing it.

he's already so close as well, but he cinches the limb around byleth's shoulders, practically holds his breath and rides out the other man's orgasm, panting roughly at the heat flooding his backside, which does almost tip him over the edge. somehow, sizhui's held out, leaning to again hook his chin over byleth's shoulder so he can murmur beside his ear,] Keep going, you're fucking me so well, [there comes a pause, just long enough for him to catch his breath too, and yet he stutters anyway:] L-Lift me higher though, then we'll shift a little... that way I can sit in your lap and ride you.

[ At first, all Byleth responds with is a low, moaning growl at the invitation and praise. Stoic though he may be, a little praise never hurt anyone. Sizhui is rewarded immediately too, when Byleth lifts him effortlessly and leans back to hold him in his lap. He doesn't bother to wait, simply thrusting into him and enjoying the new angle. His arms wrapped around waist and back. There's almost a hint of possessiveness to it. Subtle but there. ]

Demanding, hmm?

[ Hardly, but he's going to lightly tease anyways because that seems to work well with this one. ]

[doubly rewarded, more like, as sizhui's mouth curves with delight at the sound of byleth's throaty noise; something he'll keep in mind for later after they've gotten comfortable in his new position he'd suggested. once byleth begins shifting, sizhui moves where necessary too, adjusting until he's straddling byleth's lap, resting with his knees on either side of him. both arms have circled around his partner's shoulders now, one hand finding byleth's hair and the opposite softly dragging fingernails across his shoulderblade while he bucks downward.

the possessiveness doesn't go unnoticed and it makes him hold on tighter, his gaze sheepishly lowering at the remark, even if he doesn't miss a beat when answering,] Maybe a little, [comes in quiet acknowledgment, which isn't a lie, per se, because he knows he could be far more demanding if given the chance.]

[ This is definitely a fun position. It allows Byleth more mobility too, and it's easy for him to fall into pace with Sizhui. The tight drag of the other man around him draws out low, pleasured sounds from Byleth as he allows it to sweep him up. Allowing himself to ride on that wave of pleasure, the odd way he can seem to string one climax to the next without tiring or slowing.

They're only marked by the sound of his voice hitching and the way he seems to speed up when he gets close. Hands keeping his partner close, holding him by the waist firmly.

He wasn't kidding about marathon. He's not even shown any hint of wanting to stop. ]

[at some point, sizhui's forehead ends up propped against byleth's shoulder, his eyes squeezed shut and both hands desperately clutching him by the shoulderblades. although he's trying his best to keep marginally quiet, there are still soft, sometimes stilted sounds escaping around his bottom lip, through his teeth or — the moments he feels brave enough – around any skin belonging to byleth that he can bite down on.

a particularly higher-pitched moan and the way sizhui's nails catch byleth's shoulders are what signal his own release, followed shortly thereafter by some harsh panting, but his hips never stop attempting to shift rhythmically against the other man's thrusting.

it's sizhui who will ‘break’ first, and despite this, he only does so to murmur,] Could we stop for a moment? I need to—aah—uhm. [a long, careful inhale then,] Need to regather myself...

[ It prompts a very tiny smug look from the erstwhile Professor, who does afford him a break at last. Slowing to a stop and pressing a kiss to his chest. ]

Ahh, does that mean I win our little wager then?

[ As if there is anything at stake here, bit he does love to tease. He smooths his palms mercifully over the man, sighing contentedly. ]

Want to stop? I can make some tea.

Haah. [to be fair, he did ask if they could ‘stop’... how many times have they done it? more than enough, given that sizhui's feeling pretty well-fucked, and yet he wants to keep going despite his still reeling state. the kiss has him humming with acknowledgment, his left hand reaching to card faintly trembling fingers through byleth's hair.]

I'd prefer we keep going, but... it might be necessary to stop at the moment. Tea does sound rather refreshing as well. [and nobody's saying they can't keep right on going after they've had a break, obviously.]

Which means yes, you win. [he pauses briefly, nuzzling byleth's shoulder then withdrawing, a small smirk lifting his lips on the right side, even though he sheepishly inclines his head before adding,] For now.

Well, I'll not be a poor sport then. I'll make the tea, you take a moment to rest. Do you have a cloth I can use to clean us up with?

[ Thankfully for Sizhui, 'losing' means he gets to be pampered with aftercare. Winning would mean the same, but Byleth won't let that secret slip.

As it is, he rises to begin getting at least tidied enough to be able to go down and put a kettle on. ]

[oh wow, when was the last time he's had aftercare that he wasn't handling himself? sizhui blinks once, twice, mouth agape as he's momentarily taken aback, but he shakes his head and gestures toward a cubby tucked into the nearest corner with some handtowels stacked on it.] One of those is fine. [only then does he prop a bit more upright, watching intently as byleth gets up.]

...th-thank you, Byleth. [why else does he say? he's a bit bashful now.]

[ Outside of oral, this is what Byleth excels at. He fetches the towels and goes about cleaning them both up before setting them aside. Giving Sizhui a kiss before heading for the ladder. ]

You relax. I'll fetch the tea.

[this aftercare has barely even started and byleth's already made sizhui blush and gape twice now; the first time with his initial offer, then again when he kisses him once they've gotten all cleaned up.

he's prepared to move, yet hesitates, expression somewhat wrinkled, though he softens into a faint smile once he figures that maybe arguing would be counter-productive.]

Okay... but do let me know if you need any help.

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