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Strawberry rhubarb. Fresh from the garden. It's a new recipe I'm trying so your honest opinion would be valued.

[ It's no wonder he and Obsidian had been fast friends from the get-go. They tend toward a lot of similar habits. Byleth pours the both a cup and a slice of pie. ]

I'm so curious about that pudding- may I?

I'm sure it'll be delicious, but my feedback you shall have.

[There are so few things that Obsidian won't eat, honestly. Though admittedly the Archon loaf was a curious taste to try to work through. Exquisitely awful.

As for the pudding, he nudges the delicate plate toward Byleth.]

By all means. I made it for you, after all. And I'm far from the chef you are, so you'll have to tell me if it's passable.

[In Obsidian's case, he's taking a bite of the pie without any hesitation and quite the mouthful at that. It's as sweet as he hoped, with just the slightest hint of tartness to keep it from being too overwhelming. Though really he'd be happy with anything, but this in particular is quite the treat. It's very well balanced, and perfect to match with tea.

Byleth, as usual, is absolutely nailing his cooking. Good to know that hasn't changed.]

[ Byleth needs no more prompting to try the pudding, and try it he does. It's definitely not a flavor one would expect in a pudding. Like taking a drink expecting water and getting lemonade or something.

Still- it works. Oddly. A nice balance of sweet carrot flavor with some mild spices. He raises his eyebrows in muted surprise and takes a few more bites. ]

Oh this is unusual. It's good though. Just... unusually good. I quite like this. I may have to ask for the recipe if it's not a secret.

[ He's glad to see his friend enjoying the pie, too. Between the two of them, they'll probably polish all of it off before long. ]

Not in the least. If anything, I'll bet you could make improvements on it.

[But he'll worry about that recipe for another time. For now, Obsidian is set on cleaning his plate off and emptying his cup of the delicious blend of tea made for him. It's a black tea, Obsidian thinks, but for all of his time spent in Ishgard he has no idea about propriety or knowing the difference other than flavor. So he just trusts Byleth to know what he likes, which he does.

He lets out a satisfied sigh when he's finished.]

I'd have to say my verdict is terribly delicious. I wager your other friends will enjoy it.

Well if you ever want to learn some cooking skills, I would be happy to teach you.

[ Ahh, but they have eaten all of the food and Obsidian is happy with it, therefor, Byleth is happy. ]

I couldn't be happier to hear it. A full belly makes everything just a bit better, doesn't it?

Maybe, but then I'd need better excuses to come and eat your food.

[Though it's true, a full belly does make it better. So long as he isn't eating forty meals in a row in front of a crowd.]

Might I show you my gratitude, then?

Not to worry, I will still gladly cook for you regardless.

[ And he's also clueless. ]

Well there's no need for that but I won't rebuff an offer of thanks. How so do you mean?

[DUDE. BYLETH. Though granted maybe Obsidian is too subtle?? He's not really the best about this.]

Well... you know. With the...

[SHUTTING DOWN.

REBOOTING.]

[He clears his throat.]

Ideally with intimacy, if you aren't opposed.

...Oh!

[ Well it all seems to make sense to him NOW. ]

Ohhhh. Yes. Yes absolutely. Apologies I- well you know I try not to assume anything. Though I suppose that should have been fairly apparent...

[ With the whole. Yes. Ok. ]

No, it's fine. If anything, I appreciate you didn't jump to conclusions.

[It adds a lot of faith into his trust in Byleth, truthfully.]

That and I know I'm... a bit poor at verbalizing for this sort of thing.

I completely understand. I have had to adjust my approach to... very direct myself.

That said, I am glad to invite you to my bed.

[ He gestures to the stairs, a warm smile on his face. ]

If you would.

What, me leading the way?

[As Obsidian stands up, he's reaching out to scoop Byleth into his arms suddenly, lifting up the other man bridal style as if he weighed little more than a couple of grapes. The viera smiles crookedly at him.]

I think this is better, personally.

[LAY YOUR WEARY HEAD UPON HIS BOSOM, BYLETH.

Anyway, he'll just carry the Mercenary-Pope-God up the stairs.]

W-oh!

[ He really should be used to being manhandled by people, living with Dimitri is a thing unto itself when it comes to being sometimes picked up. Ascians as well. Still, he finds himself surprised- though not unpleasantly so. ]

Well... I can't say this is unwelcome.

[ Oh yes, far from it. He is glad to lay his head on that pillowy chest and allow himself to be carried, looping his arms around the man's neck and pressing a little kiss to his cheek. ]

[At the peck on the cheek, a blush creeps onto Obsidian's face. Despite how he appears, it isn't difficult to fluster him, and he lets out a faint little laugh before he's carrying Byleth away to the bedroom.

He doesn't drop the smaller man to bed, at least not yet; instead, he leans in to press a delicate kiss onto his lips. It isn't so much as he perceives Byleth as delicate in so much as he wants to offer nothing but care and respect for his friend. The way anyone deserves to be treated in bed, at least in Obsidian's mind for all of his intimacy complications.]

Tell me how you want me to take care of you, my friend.

Take care of me?

[ The soft kiss is returned in kind, but he pulls Obsidian back in for a more substantial one after. ]

Let me ride you. We will take care of each other, hmm? You can't get away with being too generous with me.

[ Another kiss, though this one carries a certain tenderness. A hand touching the viera's face with gentle fingertips. ]

I am glad you're back, Obsidian.

Ha, you're one to talk about someone being too generous. But if that's what you want, who am I to deny you?

[The kisses are sweet, and too rarely has he ever had the chance to enjoy them with anyone, truthfully. For a moment, he closes his eyes, and he leans into the hand.

And-- oh. Oh, that shouldn't get him, but honestly in the face of the likeliness that really no one remembers him at all -- not Emet-Selch, not a single person from his star -- to be told that is meaningful.

Obsidian clears his throat and he leans his head against Byleth's. NOPE, HE'S GOOD.]

And I'm glad to see you again.

[ANYWAY. He's going to take Byleth to bed finally, sitting down and putting the man onto his lap.]

It is what I want. You have been through much as of late.

[ He strokes his fingers through Obsidian's hair when they sit down, facing him on his lap. Up close he can appreciate how beautiful this man really is. Not that it isn't clear from miles away, but flames... that face. Someone that Byleth feels an oddly innate connection to. He wonders if this magnetism he feels for certain people means anything, or if it is just their natures that draws him in.

Obsidian is a simple man, just like himself. His beauty is nothing to sniff at, but his wonderful heart- ahh. The sweet kindness that flows barely beneath the surface there. ]

I often wondered if you were okay, wherever you were.

[ Another kiss, and Byleth goes about starting to undo the buttons and ties that hold his clothes on. Enjoying that smooth skin interrupted by the occasional battle scar under his fingertips. Even when he breaks the kiss, he lingers there, lips barely brushing against Obsidian's. ]

Take heart that there will always be a friend here for you, in me.

[Been through much as of late? OH BOY BYLETH, IF ONLY YOU KNEW. But Obsidian can't entirely argue that, even if he's certain that Byleth is not that much different than he is in that particular department.

Regardless, Obsidian has managed. He always does. He will fight and fight on, for those who cannot. So whatever struggles he has gone through, it had been worth it, he thinks.]

And I for you, Byleth. I'm not the only one who has had his fair share of battles.

[His hand reaches up to gently touch Byleth's hair, startlingly soft, more than he'd expected. As Obsidian's shirt is unbuttoned, well... his chest is eager to be free of its confines, to say the least.

Obsidian closes the distance between the two of them once more so he can give him a proper kiss in return, appreciating the affection quietly. The last time he'd been intimate with anyone has been sometime, and he's not opposed to being close with a good friend.]

[ He would respond in kind but... honestly a kiss will speak more for what he wants to convey. Hands tangling in that dark, soft hair, and slowly, one gently travels up the length of one of those velvety ears.

He rolls his hips against him, wanting him to know how eager he is. How attractive Byleth finds him. He always has, who wouldn't look at this man and find him beautiful? He can't help but also let his hands wander into that open shirt now, cupping his ample chest in his palms and teasing over pert nipples with his thumbs.

He squeezes, letting a soft moan slip out. Ah yes... he. He likes that. That is an incredible chest. ]

Ha... holy shit. [ This comes out a bit out of breath. Who could blame him? ]

[After Byleth is done touching his ear, it flicks out of habit. Not to shoo Byleth's hands away, but he isn't used to the contact, even if it does actually feel really nice when so tenderly pet.

More importantly: he has a beautiful friend in his lap, who is definitely making sure that Obsidian can't ignore that he's wanted. It's one thing for someone to desire him in a pure physical sense; that's not exactly a surprise, but it's much, much more flattering and endearing from someone he cares about.]

Ah-- hells. [He shudders, reaching to grip Byleth's hips firmly before he's arching his back, rolling his shoulders to push his chest out for Byleth to keep touching him. In return, Obsidian grinds up against him, quickly getting hard and wet.]

[ He finds it cute, the way the ear flicks, and gods is it ever soft... but the reaction to having his chest touched? Oh... that sends a sharp shudder up through Byleth, and a smile grows on his face. ]

Oh... you like that?

[ The way he pushes his chest out for more is so cute. He'll gladly oblige, teasing those nipples under the sword-calloused fingers, lightly flicking and pinching. Obsidian puts on an incredible show for him. ]

Do-

Do you think you could come from this?

[The nipples pinken from the attention, hardening further and becoming all the more sensitive. Obsidian shudders and presses his forehead against Byleth's, squeezing his hips and legs, determined to be patient. If this is what Byleth wants to focus on, he isn't going to tell him "no".

Though a faint flush is apparent on his pale skin, the question earns a more flustered look, his ears pointing straight up to the ceiling.]

I-- er. I've never tried.

[A bit more confidently, he adds:] But I'll bet you could manage it out of me.

Never a better opportunity to have fun trying, don't you think?

[ He nudges him gently to lay back, giving him a pillow to put his head on as Byleth sits on his hips, hands still gently squeezing and testing his chest. Once he has him all laid out, he leans down, pressing his lips over one of those nipples, sucking firmly, his tongue rolling circles around it within.

He can't really say why he likes big chests, he just does. His enjoyment however shows in how he moans softly at even performing this task. Getting to grope and mouth such a prize is certainly not going unappreciated. He's still fairly gentle about his ministrations all the same. It's his nature.

He doesn't let up, either, simply moving to rend to the other side when he does break away momentarily. His fingers make up for wherever his mouth isn't. He can feel himself practically soaked already, which is all the better. He does love a bit of drawn out foreplay, after all. ]

[Obsidian definitely had arrived to Byleth's with the intent of taking care of him, but here he is laying down onto his back, his shirt open just enough for his chest to be out. Well, so long as his friend is enjoying himself, which considering the way he's moaning it seems to be the case.

Not that it's purely one-sided; Obsidian is shivering under Byleth, arching his back up slightly, unable to help but squirm a little. While one hand grips Byleth's hip, the other is lightly cupped to the back of his head, quietly encouraging him to do as he pleases.]

Can be a little rougher. [The words are spoken breathily, just squeezed out between soft sighs and shudders. It's good, and it's been too long since he's been tended to by anyone.

But he also trusts Byleth.]

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