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[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.]

[ Rougher it is. He hums in acknowledgement, giving a harder suck as he pulls his lips away, watching Obsdian's breast fall back with a pleasant bounce, relishing in the wet sound it makes as it pops away from his mouth.

He gets himself a bit more comfortable, rolling his hips against Obsidian's as he goes back to his work now. Strong hands pressing now, working rougher as requested. He still errs at caution, not because he thinks Obsidian can't take it, but deep down he abhors the idea of hurting a lover truly. It sides just to the left of too much though, and he watches the viera's face for any discomfort. He keeps the slow grind of his hips moving like this too, not wanting to distract from the sensation in his chest, but giving him just a little something more.

He could do this for a good long time, himself. Something about an oral fixation, but he also is easily lost to the pleasure of just touching. Someone so shapely as this is just a boon.

Yes he... did intend to let Obsidian take the lead initially, but that was before the whole! Boob! Situation! ]

[The rougher treatment makes him moan louder, his hips rolling against Byleth's far more eagerly now. His cock is hard enough to be felt through his trousers, rubbing between Byleth's legs against his cunt. The groping over his chest is making him gasp and press up into the other man's hands as much as he's able to, trying to get just a bit more sensation prickling down his spine.]

Close.

[Gods, he's so close. Somehow it never occurred to him to try this, but clearly Byleth's got the Big Brain Moment today and he's absolutely not regretting it.

It just means he's going to make it up to his friend that much more.]

[ Well well, that worked much better than he ever imagined. It makes him incredibly horny knowing he can just get this man of with his nipples alone. He wriggles his hips against the shape of Obsidian's cock beneath him, glad to let him finish. ]

Go on...

[ He presses his tongue down, trapping that nipple under it and teasing it relentlessly, his fingers pinching the other and rolling it between them. he clearly has no qualms about making this man come right then and there. ]

[A thing was learned today: he can definitely come from just having his nipples played with. He learned a thing! Obsidian lets out a long, strained groan as he arches his back, feeling himself release messily in his trousers.

He gasps, grinding against Byleth to finish out with a huff. There's a pause as he works to catch his breath before he's rubbing his forehead affectionately against Byleth.]

Hells, Byleth.

[ Oh that is just... that is just lovely. He touches him through it until the last shivers of orgasm have passed. He's even more delighted for the soft affection, and he returns it eagerly nuzzling back against him. This gives way to pressing kisses onto Obsidian's face and neck lazily. ]

Mmm. Yes?

[ He at last lifts himself enough to unzip poor Obsidian's pants, freeing his cock first, and then tugging them down to his knees. ]

I suppose I should attend to this, shouldn't I, huh? Do you need a break? Water?

[A huff escapes him as he squirms out of his trousers with Byleth's help.]

No, no -- we can keep going. I've stamina to spare, rest assured.

And you only should tend to it if you'll also help yourself.

[what are two service tops to do jfc]

[ Ahh, Obsidian is such a like-minded man. One of the many reasons Byleth adores him. He shimmies off his own clothes until he's bare. ]

Don't mind if I do, then.

[ He sits down, pressing his sex against Obsidian's cock, rolling his hips along it, spreading the warm slick over him. Once he's quite satisfied with the teasing though, he angles himself, and takes the other man inside with one smooth motion, up to the hilt.

A soft, pleased moan slipping from his lips as he settles in his lap. ]

[It's delightful teasing the way that Byleth rubs against him, and for a brief moment he is content to watch how his cock nestles up between the lips of his cunt. It's a good fit, he thinks a bit dumbly, and when Byleth actually sinks down and takes him inside, that's an even better fit.

Obsidian grinds before letting out a ragged laugh, gripping Byleth's hips and rolling up into him.]

Well at least I don't have to worry about you having a good time, hm? Got it clear as day on your face.

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perfectteatime - 2023-04-27 04:13 (UTC) - Expand