Sylvain wondered if Byleth knew about how mad he was at Sothis at the moment. And if Byleth knew, Sylvain wondered just what he’d done to make his professor hate him enough to put them both on an assignment together.

“As much as I’d love to make you come apart with just my fingers, I want to be inside you,” Sylvain purred. “You’re so beautiful like that, I hope you know that.”

He gently pulled his fingers out, slicking up his length and then slowly, carefully, pressing himself into Linhardt. He felt so good, Sylvain didn’t bother to bite back a groan of pleasure as he started to move.

Most guys didn’t like to be called beautiful because it made them feel insecure about their masculinity, but as always, Linhardt wasn’t most guys. He knew he had a very feminine charm to his body and looks and if Sylvain wanted to call him beautiful then he would take it as a loving compliment.

Sylvain closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath and letting it out in a rush of air. Trying to shift some of the dark anger that had curled around his heart. It worked, to a certain extent. To the point where he could smile and pretend like nothing was wrong. So he did.

“Don’t you worry, Professor,” he said, charming smirk fixed right back into place. “My studies are going just fine. I’m smarter than I look, promise. And you mustn’t tell anyone, but I do actually like reading.”

Ah, there was that fake air again. But Byleth wasn’t going to comment on it further or try to snap Sylvain back into that meaner persona. Better not to argue the matter further and to have both of them just act like nothing had happened. To Byleth, nothing really changed.

Sylvain wondered if Byleth knew about how mad he was at Sothis at the moment. And if Byleth knew, Sylvain wondered just what he’d done to make his professor hate him enough to put them both on an assignment together.

Sylvain relished in the sweet noises he was drawing out of Linhardt. He sounded so pretty, so perfect, and it was altogether too tempting to draw this out for as long as possible just so that he could keep hearing those sounds.

But there was an ache between his legs that couldn’t be ignored, so he pressed another finger inside and started to work a little faster. “Let me know when you’re ready,” he murmured, stroking his free hand slowly down Linhardt’s back.

If Sylvain wanted to treat him like this all night then Linhardt would gladly just lay there and take it. Every touch just sent shivers through his spine and he could really feel how much Sylvain was really into this and him now that they had deepened their relationship so much. There wasn’t any hesitation in his actions, just love and affection, and it was wonderful. He kept making those noises because when he did he could feel Sylvain go at him even more.

“Just you,” Sylvain said coolly. It would be smart to stop talking now before Byleth decided to punish him more, or before he said too much, but- ugh. Ugh. Byleth had gotten under his skin now.

“You’ve never had to question if someone you liked is only interested in you for your Crest. You didn’t have to grow up with the weight on your shoulders of being the only one in the whole world who can carry on your bloodline. There’s a lot of things you haven’t experienced, Professor. A lot of pain you haven’t been through. Some day, all of that’s going to catch up to you.”

Just him? Ah, well, he wasn’t sure entirely how to respond to that. Disliking ones professor didn’t seem like a good mindset to have. After all, if Sylvain disliked him above everyone else, would the other even listen during lessons? He honestly was more concerned with Sylvain’s education than he was with the other hating him so much.

“And I’m sure it’s catching up with me now.” Byleth simply shrugged. He always felt a sort of unease about himself ever since his crest was discovered. Especially seeing as it was a type of crest that no one had seen for some time now. That boded well.

“No, no, you wouldn’t have made a fool of yourself. You’re amazing.” Sylvain squeezed Christa’s hand. She couldn’t see his smile, so he figured that physical reassurance was the closest thing he could get to showing her how sincere he was.

He heard the end of the song coming up, adjusting his grip as Christa adjusted hers. “Hold on tight,” he murmured, and then helped her dip down, bending low over her for a moment before bringing them both back up. “I think that was pretty smooth, don’t you?”

“I expected no less, truth be told.” Once back on her own two feet, Christa brought up a hand to cover her laugh, the song having ended. Using the hand still in his to steady herself, she made a small curtsy. “Thank you, Sylvain. That was nice.”

“Oh, yeah. The paper…” Sylvain had been working on that literature paper too, actually. He’d even been enjoying it, although he would deny that vehemently if anyone his own age asked him about it. “I think you’re reading a lot more for that than I am.”

He glanced around, not immediately spotting the cane at first. “Uh… Oh, hold on.” He flattened himself onto the floor, spotting that it had rolled under some lockers. Inching closer, he retrieved it for her, brushing the dust off. “Found it. You might want to…I don’t know, wash it? There’s some gross shit under those lockers.”

She was about to explain that some of the books in her stack were actually for Annette as part of their agreement- Annette helped her consult books that weren’t available in braille, and Christa would let her use her speech-to-text software to get her train of thought down and cut down on time spent actually writing. But Sylvain’s words caught her off guard. “You take literature? Oh…”

“I must be able to use the Lance of Ruin for something other than, well…ruin.” Sylvain managed a small wry smile at that. “But whatever that may be, I don’t know yet. I don’t know how I could even begin to atone for the damage that the Lance has caused.”

He buried his face in his hands, tired fingers rubbing at tired eyes. “Now is not a good time to be thinking about this,” he mumbled. “There’s- there’s no need for you to sleep in my room. I might even…appreciate your company, Dimitri. Another human presence in the room can be grounding.”

Atone for the damage the lance has caused… yes, Dimitri had heard. Even if Miklan hadn’t been destroyed by the relic, he knew it had been used to subdue southern Sreng and annex it into Faerghus territory. It had caused great loss of life, more than any other Relic in the Kingdom in recent years. And Sylvain had inherited that burden… their predecessors were not kind to them sometimes.

Sylvain wondered if Byleth knew about how mad he was at Sothis at the moment. And if Byleth knew, Sylvain wondered just what he’d done to make his professor hate him enough to put them both on an assignment together.

“Mm, no. Lemme take my time, you’re perfect.” Sylvain did go grab the lube, straddling Linhardt’s legs and bending down to press slow, indulgent kisses down the length of his spine. He wanted to make this last, and make it good.

After a while of teasing him with kisses, Sylvain let his fingers trail over Linhardt’s ass, then moved to open the bottle in his hands and tip some onto his fingers. Slowly, carefully, he pushed one inside of Linhardt, circling and starting to stretch him out.

Sylvain took some initiative and actually denied Linhardt’s request to just get on with it and fuck him silly. But what he ended up doing was just as exhilarating, placing kisses down his back and spine as he straddled him and kept him close as he could. Linhardt was already a bit hard from sucking him off, but now he was really feeling the blood rushing between his legs.

Sylvain wondered if Byleth knew about how mad he was at Sothis at the moment. And if Byleth knew, Sylvain wondered just what he’d done to make his professor hate him enough to put them both on an assignment together.

Oh, that was an unfair question when he somehow wanted both. Sylvain considered it, Linhardt’s hands and mouth on him even now making it very difficult to concentrate on anything at all.

After a minute, he reached down, dragging Linhardt back up to his feet and into a kiss. He was rough with it, a little messy, mostly just using it as a means to an end- that end being getting both of them over to the bed.

Sylvain silently answered him by pulling him back up to his feet and then into a deep kiss. He could feel their lengths rubbing up against each other and that sensation made it so he didn’t realize just yet that Sylvain was pushing them closer to the bed. Eventually they got there and he looked over and he knew what was about to happen. He pulled away from the kiss and laid on the bed on his stomach, gently shaking his hips at his lover.

Sylvain wondered if Byleth knew about how mad he was at Sothis at the moment. And if Byleth knew, Sylvain wondered just what he’d done to make his professor hate him enough to put them both on an assignment together.

The tight heat around him was so much, so good, almost impossible to take in. Soft noises escaped him, shaky breaths and quiet curses and moans. Sylvain couldn’t ever put into words how lucky he felt to have Linhardt.

He groaned, head falling back against the wall as Linhardt took him deeper. Sylvain wanted to look, wanted to see all of this, but every time he turned his gaze downwards he felt terrifyingly close to cumming just from the sight alone.

They had gotten into this so fast that Linhardt had forgotten to take the rest of his clothes off and now with all the noises and moans Sylvain was giving him along with the wonderful feeling that he was pleasing the person he had the most feelings for, his pants were starting to get a bit tight. So he slowed down a bit on the sucking and blowing to rectify that and to give Sylvain a chance to catch his breath as well. When he was done removing his clothes he took a chance to breathe as well, though he still stroked his length with his hand a bit while nuzzling it with his face as well.

Sylvain wondered if Byleth knew about how mad he was at Sothis at the moment. And if Byleth knew, Sylvain wondered just what he’d done to make his professor hate him enough to put them both on an assignment together.

Sylvain had to close his eyes, hand tightening in Linhardt’s hair just for he sake of something to hold onto. “Fuck,” he murmured, as the other took the tip of his arousal into his mouth. Linhardt was still a lot better at this than he’d managed to get as of yet, and it felt dizzying.

Bearing in mind Linhardt’s words, Sylvain pulled softly on his hair, wanting to encourage him a little closer, a little deeper. “Please,” he breathed, resisting the urge to thrust his hips for now.

That was just the sounds and words Linhardt wanted to hear. He hummed his approval at the hand motions that Sylvain was doing through his hair as he kept working on his shaft. He heard the plea for him to go even deeper and he did so, opening his mouth a little wider and starting to bob his head up and down as he did so.