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"Just the bow?" Sylvain arches a brow, makes a show of stretching. He raises his arms above his head, his abs tensing as he flexes too. With a big sigh, he practically melts back over the pillows. "Well, guess I'm predictable. Doesn't make the 'gift' any less good though, promise. C'mon, just waiting to be unwrapped."

"You really are incorrigible aren't you?" This is said with no small measure of fondness as he makes his way over and crawls up to kiss Sylvain. With a small little motion, he pulls the end of the bow, neatly undoing it. "This is a very lovely gift, Sylvain."

Honestly, he means it, and Sylvain is rewarded with more kisses.

"So I've been told," he chimes like he doesn't know so already. Really, he's self aware and not about to change.

The soft silk of the bow sliding free earns an eager sound from the redhead, which he purrs against Byleth's mouth. He'll always take reward kisses. Always.

Setting a hand under Byleth's jaw, he thumbs gently along the line of it, and arches a brow.

"So what'll it be birthday boy? Anything goes."

"Anything?" Ahh that's a very enticing menu. There's the kneejerk part of him that wants to flip Sylvain over and fuck him until he's screaming... and there's also the option to simply ask Sylvain to ruin him properly. Maybe- maybe both? Can he have both? Perhaps. He'll see how they both fare. For now, he goes with his instinct, running his hands over that beautifully built body and allowing a very clear hunger to creep across his face.

"I want to take you." He says after a moment, licking his lips. "I want... to hear you. No lip service unless you really mean it, though. I just want to hear you feel good." If they're screaming with pleasure, they can't be screaming in pain. He's developed almost a kind of fixation with it.

He returns to kiss again, this one turning deep, tongues sliding together as he pulls Sylvain up toward him. he only pauses to occasionally (and rather haphazardly) remove his own clothes, tossing them wherever in the interest of returning his hands to Sylvain's body, opening up their sync. By the time they part again, he's panting, eagerly sliding down to put that mouth to work on his cock.

Both is always an option with Sylvain. He's incorrigible, after all.

"Ha, no sass? From me? You're asking a lot, big guy. Lucky it's your birthday."

Sylvain assists as much as he can in getting Byleth as naked as he is. Luckily, the guy seems to have to taken to much comfier, and easier to remove, clothing than their usual Fodlan fare. And he's rewarded in kisses, groaning against Byleth's lips with all his usual hunger. Byleth can probably feel it across their Sync as Sylvain opens up to him, lets him in without an nevrous hesitation. He's gotten a lot better about it over the months of being in Noctium. It's less of a risk, he thinks, with how he's doing better all together.

"Mm, when you said you wanted me, I definitely thought you were gonna go straight for bending me over. But I'm definitely not complaining," he chirps. Does that count as 'lip service?' It's just a little honest fun, right? Sylvain grins, knowing he's probably going to push the edge of his instructions. He pets through Byleth's hair, and spreads his legs a bit more for him.

Some sass is acceptable. He chuckles over the link as he works him. It is odd for someone to be so eager to give oral isn't it? At least amongst most people he's met, but for Byleth it's part of his own foreplay. He loves the feeling of someone's arousal against his tongue, when he can feel their pulse through it, or the way it twitches with orgasm... his eyes slide shut and he bobs his head more fervently.

I just like sucking cock. That's a normal acceptable answer, right? Actually... you can move your hips. I'd like that too.

When your hot professor asks you to fuck his mouth you say YES.

Definitely very normal. So normal, that Sylvain can't help but laugh at the bluntness of it all. Not that he wouldn't admit to the same thing when prompted, but there's really something about Byleth's tone, even across their Sync, that makes it hilariously sexy.

"Can do, big guy," he gusts out verbally. His lidded gaze drifts down to watching Byleth's mouth on him, and he practically purrs to the silky feel of his mouth. Sylvain laces his fingers back through Byleth's hair, giving his scalp a few pleasant scratches before he tightens his hold. He guides him further down on his cock before starting to rock his hips. Sylvain licks his lips, looking so very pleased as he thrusts his length against that lovely mouth.

Ahh, that's exactly what he wanted. Something about being of service to others, especially his beloved students, is just- it makes him feel wildly good. He groans around Sylvain as he thrusts into his mouth, opening up as much as he can so the man can have free reign. The feeling of that hand in his hair, holding him steady- of course having your throat fucked is not really comfortable, it doesn't matter how much you love it. It does make his eyes water, despite very easily taking it without gagging.

Harder he urges, despite his throat already feeling rough. I want you to finish on me. Make a mess.

Hell of a birthday wish, Byleth.

Like any good stud, of course he responds so much better to prompt and command. Sylvain nearly growls as he cants his hips, close quicker than he means to be. Can he really be blamed though?

Anything you want, he purrs across their Sync, and roughly twists his grip in Byleth's hair. He pulls the other off his cock with a show of strength, grinning through rough panting breaths. Just in time to thrust his length against Byleth's cheek, and finish in an impressive burst on his face.

Sylvain groans audibly, fingers flexing against Byleth's scalp as he keeps him still to finish on. His free hand milks the base of his cock idly, almost like he's taking his time. Savoring the image of his former professor down between his legs.

Sylvain is treated to a wave of absolute, nasty delight when he finally finishes on Byleth who leaves his mouth open for him. He groans at how good it feels to just... do this? Probably a fetish thing, he's guessing at himself, but he has no idea how to classify it. He just loves being... used like this.

"Mmmh. Thank you." He says finally, resting his head on Sylvain's thigh as he licks some of the cum off his lips where he can reach. "Would you be a dear and get me a towel please?"

"Aw, but I like this look for you," he says, tilting his cheek as if contemplating something. His fingers now card back thoughtfully through Byleth's hair instead of his earlier rough grip, and after a moment he shifts. Bowing his body low, Sylvain licks a string of cum from Byleth's cheek before catching him in a kiss to share the taste.

Across their sync, Sylvain lets out a satisfied purr. Because of course he likes the taste of himself. Of course.

When he pulls away, he offers Byleth a wink before being a good boy, and fetching a damp towel for him. He even tries to start cleaning up Byleth's face for him.

He groans into the kiss, waiting after and allowing Sylvain to clean him up. He's far from done though.

"Now..." He stands, carding his fingers through that soft red hair. "Go ahead and lay down on your back." He smiles, going to fetch the lube to have it on hand before he joins him. Crawling over Sylvain and pressing himself against him, sighing at how warm he is. He's rewarded with several kisses landing on his face and neck.

"Hmm. Should I ride you... or fuck you?"

Sylvain leans into the pets through his hair like an affection-starved dog. He's got such a weakness for it, and doesn't bother hiding it all.

He obeys like a good dog too, happily sprawling out on his back with one leg propped up. A satisfied rumble reverberates in his chest as Byleth lays on him, enjoying the slight weight.

"Mm, y'know I'm never opposed to either. Though if you wanna ride me, you're gonna have to give me a minute, so you may as well fuck me in the meanwhile."

"Then I guess I'll fuck you first." He says, having absolutely no problem with that. Why not have his cake and eat it too? He's already slicking himself up for it. Does Sylvain need to be prepped? No. Would it be nice for him? Yes. But also, Byleth knows he likes the rough treatment, so he's lining himself up and taking that propped leg over his shoulder.

He sinks in easy, thankful for Sylvain's experience and ability to just. Relax with little prep. He groans as he hilts himself, rubbing a hand up the redhead's belly and chest (maybe a little squeeze there, he's got some beautiful tits ok?)

"Mmh. Sylvain, you always feel so good. I'm so lucky to get to have you."

Sylvain folds his arms behind his head as a makeshift pillow while Byleth gets between his legs. A few deep breaths are all it really takes for him to relax, enjoying the distinct stretch from Byleth's cock. He's an easy lay, and he's not even remotely ashamed of that fact.

The redhead rumbles a pleased sound from deep in his chest. He's just as proud of his impressive figure as he is the rest of his physical talents, so he basks in having his muscular belly and chest played with.

"Careful, you'll get my ego going," he teases, but his voice is pleasantly subdued into a satisfied sigh. "Besides, pretty sure I'm the lucky one here."

"I think you've earned a little-mmh ego stroking." He plucks at his nipples, rolling them between his fingertips. His movement is slow, but he pulls out nearly all the way, before pushing back inside with a shuddering sigh. He finds his pace, it's easy and unhurried. Clearly, he's taking his time to enjoy this, hands roaming to touch and squeeze whatever he can reach. Sylvain is admittedly, a specimen of a man, and a pleasure to be able to explore with his hands.

"Talk to me." Byleth requests after a moment, starting to move faster. "Moan for me."

Sylvain, of all people, does not need prompting to run his mouth while getting fucked. The redhead looks perfectly pleased to just lay back and take it with pretty gasps and rewarding moans. Red locks splayed over the pillows, chest flushed from Byleth playing with him, he knows he looks a perfect mess, and shows off with a luxurious arch of his back.

"Mm, you're such a tease when you wanna be," he purrs as Byleth takes his sweet time. Normally he likes it a bit rougher, but he can still fully appreciate the steady, almost methodical way Byleth explores and savors him. It's nice. Nicer than he'd normally admit, really. "Deeper," he demands instead, and hooks a leg over Byleth's hip to encourage him.

"Ah-ah." Byleth squeezes his thighs, pushing them further up against his chest, pulling back a little bit. "It's my birthday not yours."

... But he still indulges him, pressing back in, far deeper in this position, finding a good pace. He has to resist wanting to close his eyes, wanting to see Sylvain's face and pleasure. The man does like it rougher, and Byleth will indulge that too- in a moment. He takes his time to enjoy the languid rhythm, being able to feel every inch of himself drag out and push back in to Sylvain. Most of all, he just loves making him feel good. That is his true prize and really where his whole libido exists.

He speeds up, bucking in abruptly harder, marked by the sound of his hips meeting the lancer's ass over and over. He pants, brows knitting as he allows himself to enjoy it.

"Fine, fine- have it your way then." Sylvain laughs under him, pleased and breathy. It melts into a low moan, and he lets his head tip back. Eyes fluttering shut, he just lets himself be. He's a leisurely creature by nature, so it's hardly a complaint.

Oh, but when Byleth snaps his hips forward just a little harder, Sylvain keens for it. The little extra pressure on his prostate is perfect, and his quickened breathing quickly becomes heady, needy panting. Raising a hand, Sylvain braces it on Byleth's chest, fingers splayed, needing to touch, do something-

"Fuck- there, right there-"

Byleth is more than happy to oblige him, enjoying how vocal he is about what he wants. He doesn't slow down now, groaning at how good and tight Sylvain is. He looks cute when he's taking it. Pushing his legs further up until they're nearly in a mating press, Byleth takes advantage of the position to lean down and kiss him. It's a dominating gesture, working his tongue between the man's lips without hesitating.

There is something decidedly satisfying about putting Sylvain in his place, as it were. Claiming him. Making him make those cute little needy sounds.

"Louder." Is all he can bother to say right now, breathless himself as he pumps into him.

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