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.Â
“ I’d love for you to do so, rob me of any and all function. But I want to hear you first, begging me to stop. “ He gave a cursory squeeze, reveling in the sucking breath he could hear from the other. “ You are welcome to pull on my hair, or guide me as you please, Sylvain. “