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[perfectteatime]

[ 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.

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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.

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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. ]

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[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.]

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[ 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.

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[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.