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[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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