[Maybe he's holding on the edge because he likes it - he does - or maybe it's because there's something in the back of his mind not quite letting him tip over that easily, like how he doesn't deserve Dedue's attention like this. Or maybe, he just needs a little more time to get there.
Whatever the case, when Dedue picks up the pace and presses harder inside him, he's pushed just that much closer to the edge, to the point where he can make a keening whine of a sound and squirm into the touch. But he doesn't tip over just yet.
Well. At least until he presses a kiss to his temple. That little, soft bit of affection is what did it, finally, and all the tension his body had been building until that moment snaps like a loosed bowstring. He cries out sharply as he comes, hard, back arching and toes curling in the sheets as his hips twitch with each continued movement from either of Dedue's hands as he rides it out before well and truly melting against him, shuddering and groaning with any further touch at all after that.]
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Whatever the case, when Dedue picks up the pace and presses harder inside him, he's pushed just that much closer to the edge, to the point where he can make a keening whine of a sound and squirm into the touch. But he doesn't tip over just yet.
Well. At least until he presses a kiss to his temple. That little, soft bit of affection is what did it, finally, and all the tension his body had been building until that moment snaps like a loosed bowstring. He cries out sharply as he comes, hard, back arching and toes curling in the sheets as his hips twitch with each continued movement from either of Dedue's hands as he rides it out before well and truly melting against him, shuddering and groaning with any further touch at all after that.]