[ 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. ]
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.
[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. ]
[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.]
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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. ]
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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...
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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.
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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.
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[ 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. ]
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...th-thank you, Byleth. [why else does he say? he's a bit bashful now.]
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You relax. I'll fetch the tea.
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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.