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[perfectteatime]

[ 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. ]

[haredresser]

[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.

[perfectteatime]

[ Clear as day indeed. Especially when Obsidian starts to move up into him. Powerful, fluid motion, and he isn't exactly small.

Byleth gasps, and then moans as he moves with his partner, reaching for him, for something to hold onto as he grinds his hips down, trying to get as much of that length inside as he can. ]

Gods yes!

You- hah. You feel incredible.