enigmas after dark

sylvain was usually experienced. usually slow, savoring each moment, but it just wasn’t the same with byleth. he had been trying to get into his pants years ago, but… the man was his professor and he took his duties very seriously. he managed to sneak in a kiss and thought that would be the end of the story… but they met again. sylvain was pretty assured byleth had forgotten about him. maybe he moved on and found someone but that was not the case and sylvain had grown out of his skirt-chasing-pants. he didn’t think this chance would come along. that he’d get his dick sucked by his former professor. that he could appreciate the tight wet warmth of his mouth and throat.

when byleth squeezed his thigh, sylvain almost stopped immediately, a few groans leaving his lips before he slowly but surely pulled the man back up to pepper his face with kisses. he did look really cute like this; as if he had been thoroughly used as a toy. oh, right, he had been. sylvain grinned before kissing down his body, happily settling in between the man’s legs. “let me pay you back… no, really, i don’t think i can wait much longer.”

he covered his finger in enough saliva before gently pushing it slowly into his lover. in no way did he want to hurt byleth…. but his patience was running so thin.

Byleth was heaving in breaths, so pleased at the small kisses and quick reaction of his lover. Sylvain was definitely not the one that he would have expected to stop immediately when prompted to, but then it’d been years since he’d been awake, let alone had seen the other male. This wasn’t to say that he wanted to be a quick fuck, or another notch in the other’s belt. 

He just... was so pleased to see how much had changed yet stayed the same while he was asleep and healing. 

Sylvain managed to bring his thoughts to a screeching halt, a too cold but also too warm digit slipping inside him was not something he’d had before, and Byleth couldn’t help the unfettered moan that came from him at the feeling, trying to keep himself from crawling away from the intrusion. In theory yes, he was aware that he couldn’t just... take him. But in practice?

This was something so very new for Byleth, and he really couldn’t help but feel both happy and overwhelmed at this new turn of events.

a small yelp followed when byleth switched positions, light brownish eyes following his every move. there was just something utterly pretty about this male literally getting down to suck his cock, so sylvain could rail him into oblivion a bit later. he was so willing, so unlike the stoic professor sylvain had come to know. it was actually utterly adorable and a part of him was unwilling to wait, unwilling to have byleth suck his dick, so he could instead just slide into him, have byleth completely embrace him, for them to become one. thank goodness he had enough self-control not to push byleth onto his bed and just fuck him hard and mercilessly…

eyes curiously trailed over byleth’s face, watching his skillfull tongue lap up and down his dick. he swallowed hard, had he never truly thought this would ever happen. sylvain didn’t know how much happiness he could take and for how long this would go on. “byleth…” he moaned softly, teeth drawn into his bottom lip.

“slap my thigh if you can’t take it anymore,” sylvain warned, before he literally reached over to grab fistfuls of the older male’s hair before eagerly pushing him down on his cock, effectively using byleth’s mouth as some sort of sex toy, hips wantonly moving up and down to push his cock deeper into the man’s throat. way too long had he waited for this… “i wanna fuck you so bad. you’re so pretty.”

He had told Sylvain that he could do as he pleased, and for a moment he had to remind himself of this when he choked. Patience was something that he did actually expect from the redhead, given his upbringing and everything that he’d seen from the other before now. But somehow the fact that he couldn’t contain himself for an amount of time when presented with the opportunity to use the former professor as a cocksleeve... it sent a jolt of arousal right down his spine.

He could only hope that the lordling’s lust was enough to hide the unfettered moan that his rough touch wrung out of Byleth.

The only thing that really kept him from tapping out was his previous experiences. Ever someone thirsty for knowledge, this was not the first time he’d had a tryst with someone, though he would never consider this moment among them. A year as his teacher at a monastery ( and wasn’t that just ironic ) and then five years thinking that he had to be alive out there somewhere. Neither of those had apparently changes how Sylvain thought of him. This was special, and for one of the first times in his life Byleth felt greedy.

sylvain took a deep breath when byleth opted to touch him, one hand on his stomach, feeling the muscles while the other wrapped around his cock. the red head smiled down at his professor, appreciating how the man actually eased him into this instead of the other way around. it had him chuckle softly and he leaned over to press a kiss to his lips, short but heartfelt, a hand cupping the man’s cheek. how could a man be this gorgeous by the way? he had not even changed, which had sylvain as curious as he could be.

he yelped when he was dragged down so suddenly, eyes raking over the other’s naked shoulder and neck. a tongue swiped over his dry lips before he simply planted kisses along the bare skin, only biting down briefly once, which barely left a mark while his hands smoothed over byleth’s sides, grabbing his hips before moving onto give his buttocks a good thorough squeeze.

“nothing is stopping you, byleth,” sylvain murmured, still busy with leaving a few barely visible marks, hips rocking a little into the former professor’s hand, needing just a bit more friction. “i am not sure i’d call it seductive, but i sure as hell wanna fuck you, byleth. if you can still walk after i am done with you, i’ll retire.”

that was a joke, but byleth was always… just that tiny bit uniquely strong.

That... was the truth. There really was nothing stopping him from putting his mouth around Sylvain’s member and doing whatever he damn well pleased with it. Of course that meant that he couldn’t feel the other’s heart thrumming in his chest or the small little gasps that he made from the stimulation. But... given that he wanted so badly to have the other rail him into next week, there were some sacrifices that he would have to make.

With another small kiss to his jaw, Byleth rolled them over, switching their positions so that the red-head was the one on his back, slowly kissing his way down his chest and stomach until he could give an experimental lick to his member. This wasn’t the first time that he’d serviced someone, plenty of experimentation in his life meant he was rather experienced in pleasing other men.

But this time... he felt the emotions in his chest thrumming, telling him that slower was better. He wanted to please the other, didn’t want to just make him find release and move on to the next step. So he wouldn’t immediately swallow him whole, small kisses and dragging his tongue up the length of him as he kept the other from bucking up too high.

It would be a hand full of moments before he spoke again, far too busy listening to the sounds that Sylvain would make from his ministrations to care if he actually responded to what the other had said. 

gippal looked around. his boys were seriously snickering? some had less relationships than their machines. he simply turned away, but was surprised to find paine so close to his neck, even biting down on the soft skin that had him groan lowly. she was such a piece work, he swore. being pushed away had the machina man confused for a moment before he moved up, grabbing her hand to pull her into one of the private rooms at the top of the temple.

“no need to wait,” he said easily, crushing her harder against the wall after locking the door, lips attacking hers right away as his hands grabbed her hips, keeping paine in place. “i won’t give them a show either, but i’ll indeed let them hear how much i satisfy you until you’re hoarse and nothing but a mess.” she’d see then, that they were a perfect fit, that gippal would be able to satisfy her.

pulling her over to his bed, he made quick work of her clothes, discarding them onto the floor while his hands explored every inch of naked skin.

Paine barely had the mental capacity to actually pay attention to where they were going. The survival part of her brain was hard to turn off, telling her she needed to pay attention to where he was going so she knew how to get back out or find this room again. It took effort to turn it off, though Gippal did it for her with little issue. The force of him trapping her against the wall beside a previously open door was enough for her to clear her mind, a muffled groan escaping with how rough he was treating her.

That promise was a turn on, and she didn’t really care how desperate she seemed when he apparently tired of her standing. If he hadn’t had the single minded focus to strip her out of every piece of leather and shimmering metal on her body, she would have drug him down to join her, and torn his off him.

It was the ease that he divested her of clothes that was terrifying, like he’d planned this out for months. The former hunter couldn’t quite complain though, she’d done the same when they’d officially reunited after the weapon beneath Bevelle had been dealt with. And with the skill and care he was showing as his hands ran over every divot and dip in her skin, Paine was honestly sorry that she’d waited so long to tell him she wanted more.

he didn’t exactly expect to meet byleth again. it was fortunate, quite a surprise to the red haired male. he had been pining like an idiot after the former teacher. he was a menace, he knew, he had been a menace to society a lot, especially to girls, although byleth was by far his favourite target. he looked so stoic, so non-cholant, as if nothing could move him. he just wanted for byleth to fall to pieces, to unravel in front of him, but he had mostly been rejected. there was some sort of sloppy kiss when dimitri almost walked in on them and since then sylvain kept his distance. eventually the big turmoil was upon them and while war was raging on, sylvain could find himself falling back into old habits.

byleth hadn’t changed a bit, only sylvain felt like he had grown up. nonetheless he had to calm himself. he had never gotten nervous around the ladies, mostly because they meant nothing to him. hence he could tell that byleth wasn’t just going to be a one time thing sitting in the back of his mind waiting to be forgotten.

closing his eyes for a moment, the male took a deep breath, nodding to byleth. the chaste kiss was kindly received and sylvain immediately leaned in for another taste of those irresistible lips, hand coming over to cup the older male’s cheek. “you’re hardly like anyone else to me…” he looked into byleth’s eyes, hands taking off his shirt before undoing his pants, hips almost gently grinding against the mercenary’s. “i wanna eat you up.” see him fall to pieces and be a needy moaning mess.

There was a moment where Byleth thought that the other was going to go slowly, kisses and little touches to get him in the mood before working into something perhaps a little more sensual. Instead Sylvain would get a low moan, already high strung from the thought that young noble would be taking him apart piece by piece before too much longer. That thought alone was enough to make him breathless, especially when Sylvain was already taking just a little pressure off himself.

The overwhelming greed he felt in that moment was enough to urge him to touch, a hand on his stomach and another reaching for Sylvain’s member. It would be a bald-faced lie if he said that he hadn’t thought about the other after he’d woken up. The man likely could have landed anyone he wanted, but he wanted his former professor instead.

Of all the thoughts he could have had in this moment, that was the biggest turn on, though the red-head claiming that he was different from others softened the lust and brought a genuine smile to his face.

“ As you are to me, Sylvain. “ For a moment he debated letting the other take his time, touch and feel as much as he pleased before Byleth pushed him. But he’d waited five years and he wasn’t waiting any longer. It took him only a second to surge forward, wrapping arms around Sylvain’s neck and dragging him down so Byleth’s mouth was by his ear.

And if it meant Sylvain was closer to leaving marks on his collar, then he wouldn’t complain.

1. with love @ therion bc y tf not. || @bishonenprince​​ ||  touch prompts

Six years. They had been by one another’s side for so long that it felt weirder to have the brunette missing than to have him by his side. And gods knew that they hadn’t gotten along the whole time. Therion was a prickle pear incarnate, spikey and unfriendly on the outside and incredibly soft on the inside. Words hurt more than he wanted to admit, and his defense for it was to lash out with harmful words. Sora had gotten the brunt of it more than once.

But he was also the only person that could get close enough to Therion to touch him. Unlike a certain former partner, not once in the six years had it been anything other than pleasant to be touched by his friend. A hand at his back to keep him steady. A loose hand on his wrist to guide him if needed be. A hand or lips checking for illness on one of two occasions. 

And while not all of them are gentle, as sparring or the occasional wrestling match over something honestly idiotic, they weren’t something he gave a negative association. Unlike the flashes of green from his memory, setting limbs and fingers with chastising words to do better, stings from daggers when they sparred and the man hadn’t bothered treating the child with a little bit of care.

This was so much better, that was the recurring thought that he had whenever he felt Sora’s hand on him.

His thoughts were interrupted when the hand on his back moved to grab at his waist, tugging him across the bed in their shared inn room. A common enough occurrence that he didn’t make the same squeaking sound he used to, letting his sleeping partner do as he pleased until he’d settled. Therion didn’t mind being held onto like a stuffed animal, but it was the hand splayed over his stomach that gave him pause.

It was a level of intimacy that, while not uncommon between them, happened so rarely that he could only relax into the hug that he was given. A sense of security and genuine affection that made him actually happy to be there.

And it lasted all of a moment before Sora squeezed him like a grape, illiciting a whine and a struggle to get loose which started with elbows being thrown and Sora getting kicked in the stomach. It ended with the innkeeper pounding on their door asking if everything was ok. Someone had complained because what had started nicely had turned into wrestling for dominance and shouting.

It took effort for Therion to get free for long enough to get away, opening the door with a very displeased look on his face as he told the innkeeper that no, he wasn’t being murdered, forced into sex, trafficked, or any other number of awful things. 

The portly man turned red in the face fast enough to make Therion wonder how often men entertained other men at this establishment. Likely not often if he was embarrassed about it. With a stammered word of apology and a warning to keep it down, the man disappeared down the stairs with lightning speed, leaving Therion to close the door and turn to look at his companion.