crestfallenfor | IC Inbox for Prismatica

[Once he sees Dedue settle in, he very nearly abandons retrieving anything, the temptation to settle over him and lay kisses and gentle touches all over his body proving to be almost overwhelming.

But, no, there will be a chance for that another time. For now, they need to press onward, and he needs to get some proper experience under Dedue's belt.

So he pulls a bottle of lube out of a drawer before returning to him, settling on his knees high on the bed next to him, so Dedue could, feasibly, reach any part of him he wants to touch. He hands him the bottle, first.]

I'm going to help you get me ready to take you. So get some fingers slick with that, first.

[Taking the bottle, he opens it and gives it a sniff. Largely out of curiosity more than suspicion because again he trusts him. Then he pours some of the slick contents over his fingers, feeling how cool it is. Sylvain will be...taking him. That means his fingers will be first. But they're cold like this...

Dedue starts to move his fingers together, spreading the liquid and working to warm it a little as he waits for further instructions. Just to make this as comfortable as possible for what is to come.]

[It won't have much of a scent at all - he picked a plain one, this time. No scents, no flavors, no heating or cooling elements, no aphrodisiac or heat-mimicking effects. It's for Dedue's first time doing this, after all, so giving him as unobtrusive a medium as possible felt like it was for the best.

And even then, he's rubbing his fingers together, and... looks like he's trying to warm the fluid. That's... adorable, honestly, and he smiles down at him as he takes his wrist, guides it between his legs.]

Start with one. Push it in slowly, and... ah. Do what feels right to you. When it seems like I can take more, go ahead and add another, and then again after that.

[It's hard to explain in words, when he's just been... doing... for so long, but he hopes the sparse explanation will guide Dedue's good instincts on what to do for a little while, at least.]

[Looking up at him, he sees what Sylvain means but this seems...impersonal. Drawing his hand back, he uses his clean hand to pull the man back onto his lap. To straddle him. That's better and Dedue even smiles briefly before bringing his hand back where he'd been directed.

It takes a moment for him to feel to where he needs to go but even then he takes his time. As he does, he watches the man's face, making sure that he pays attention to Sylvain's comfort levels and pressing a soft kiss to his chin. Only when he's sure that he feels him relax does he work a finger inside him. It's odd to do this but the moment he sees that it feels good all of that strangeness flies out the window in favor of shifting to find what way is the most pleasant.

They have time so he'll just settle in with this one for now.]

[He doesn't mean for it to feel impersonal, but... well, he can't help but realize it had, once Dedue pulls him back into his lap. It's warmer, and he smiles back at him when he catches that slight smile up at him.

And here, too, Sylvain's experience serves them well. He stays relaxed, and when inexperience causes a spark of pain from time to time - as would happen with anyone, especially with someone with hands like Dedue's - he doesn't let it show. He does, however, let it show when something feels especially nice, so his friend can learn from experience.

He tries to stay upright - and he does a good job of it, for a while, staying high up on his knees so Dedue can have all the room he needs to work, to figure this out, but once he starts working a second finger into him, he can't help but groan softly and just sort of melt against his chest, draping his arms around Dedue's neck. He keeps his hips up, so there's enough of a gap between them that he can keep working, but he also makes no secret of how much he's enjoying this, either.]

[Sylvain hides the pain on his face but his body doesn't. So Dedue pays attention to what isn't being told to him and how the muscles react to his movements. They're more honest than most of what is being shown to him. When he feels he's got an idea of how things should feel, can tell that he's stopped causing discomfort, he adds the second finger.

And quickly wraps an arm around that slender waist to hold him. The groan is a beautiful sound and he works his fingers in deeper now, realizing it's definitely becoming easier as they go. As he stretches him open and takes note of how different places in him cause different reactions.

He presses a kiss to his jaw. A promise that Dedue will try to be better next time.]

[The pain isn't a bad thing, per se - it isn't anything he's not used to, and there's always a little bit of it the first round of a day, but at the same time, he doesn't want Dedue to feel bad about causing it.

Maybe he shouldn't have tried to hide it, so he could reassure him if he caused concern outright, but... it's also not that big of a deal. This time, Dedue can assume it's from inexperience. Next time, he can explain it's just something that happens sometimes, and there's no reason to feel bad about it - and, in fact, sometimes it's nice, because it makes the good feelings all the sweeter.

It's already good. Inexperienced, yes, but good. The arm around his waist, too, feels nice - secure, but not possessive. Like he doesn't want him to pull away, but won't stop him if he tries. He's not used to that, but he wants more of it already.

Though he doesn't get much of a chance to think about that as Dedue's fingers brush over his prostate and make him gasp, loudly, and cling tighter as his whole body tenses and tightens around him.

...Time to explain, so he doesn't worry and think he hurt him.]

You just... found a spot that feels really good...

[...So it's not a very elaborate explanation, but he also knows Dedue will be doing his own research after the fact.]

[He pauses a moment at the sudden reaction, startled by it and hoping he hasn't hurt him. Sylvain soon clears that up and he files it away under this being a good reaction. The muscles tensing like that a sign that he's done this right.

And then a brow slowly lifts.

This spot is really good?

Shifting his hold on Sylvain to make it easier for him to reach deeper, he looks up into his eyes as he goes to try repeating what he did before. It takes a second or so to find the spot again but he knows he'll see the moment he does find it. And when that happens, he decides to try taking advantage of the length of his fingers to keep pressing those nerves he's found, noting the feel of them.

So it's here. This is the spot. Well, he knows he could reach that with his arousal too. Better than with his fingers now.

Yes, he's getting ideas and he's still currently only on two fingers. The third will be coming shortly.]

[Dedue will get one good look at half-lidded brown eyes with pupils blown wide in pleasure before he brushes over the spot again and Sylvain's eyes slip shut as a shudder races down his spine and he moans quietly.

Yeah, it's really good.

And then he just... doesn't leave it. He keeps pressing, and any movement is slight, like he's learning where it is, how deep, what it feels like... It's a lot, and he's not sure if he wants more or less.

He decides on more, because that's... a learning experience for Dedue. Yeah.]

If you curl your fingers so you can... press harder, and rub it... it's even better.

[He knows he's smart, and was probably getting his own ideas, but holding his hand through certain things that he knows will make him react in... possibly questionable ways can't hurt. If he tells him something feels good up front, then if he tries it - and if he cries out as a result of him trying it - then he won't have to be uncertain enough to stop.]

[He'd been about to try curling his fingers when Sylvain says that. Well, it's good to know that instinct was leading him down the right path. Dedue curls his fingers to press more firmly against that spot, rubbing it as he does with more prolonged contact.

And what a beautiful reaction he gets for it too. He actually smiles some again as he supports him against his own body, keeping him held safe with his free arm. But while he wants to savor this, he slides his fingers almost free so he can get a third inside of him. It's becoming easier to recognize when the muscles relax enough now. It'll be even easier next time he's sure.

Leaning in, he presses kisses along his jaw as he keeps stretching him, keeps working his fingers deep into him. He should be ready soon. He's very sure of that much even with this being his first time.]

[His instincts are very good, it's true, and when he does curl his fingers, presses harder, rubs against him, Sylvain does cry out sharply, arching his back whimpering as he tightens around his fingers. His cock twitches, too, and even drips down onto Dedue's wrist, almost like its trying to remind them both it hasn't gotten any attention yet.

And he honestly doesn't mind, when it's so good already.

Though he does whimper quietly when Dedue nearly pulls his fingers out, unwilling to lose the sensations just yet - though when he presses three fingers deep into him to keep working on stretching him out, he moans outright, low and wanton, honestly.

He will be ready soon. He could be ready now, if he endured a little bit of pain in the insertion. But at the same time, there's something else Dedue deserves to know - and deserves to have the chance to try, if he wants - whether that's now or later will be entirely up to him.]

I could... get off from you doing this, if you wanted me to.

[If he wanted him to, being the important distinction there - if he doesn't want him to, he could just as easily stop once he's ready to take him, pull his fingers free. If he doesn't want him to, he could change tactics, and go back to stretching him open without paying any special attention to anything. If he does want him to, then... well, then he knows what to do to make it happen.]

[He could? His fingers slow in what they're going but don't quite stop. It's not like Dedue wants to completely steal the sensation away from him. Not when he can see how good it's making him feel. Thinking about the chroma has long since become an afterthought in favor of how good he can make his friend feel, after all.]

Do you want to, Sylvain?

[As much as this is a learning experience for him, he wants to know what Sylvain wants for himself. Does he want to get off from his fingers alone? Does he want only that? Or does he want that and more? Or just he more?

It's important for him to know before he proceeds. Before the heat of the moment causes something so important asking to slip their mind.]

[He could. He has, so he knows he can, and despite the lack of outright skill, Dedue is... well, Dedue. Just the fact that it's him doing this is intoxicating enough.

And then he slows what he's doing, but doesn't stop, and it's almost better - like he knows how good it is, and wants to drag it out. He knows that isn't the case, but it's what his arousal-hazy mind feels like it is, at the moment, and it makes him moan quietly.

But that question... he's not entirely sure how to answer.]

I... [He takes a deep breath, lets it out in a shuddering sigh as he tries to ground himself enough to think. It's... difficult, but his friend deserves the effort.] I don't... not... want to.

[But that probably doesn't make a whole lot of sense, so after nearly slipping back into just focusing on the sensation with a soft, quiet moan, he keeps talking and hopes Dedue can make some sense of it - or at least make his own decisions from what he says.]

Whether I do or not... I fully intend to - want to - ride you. If I come from this, I'll be... oversensitive... when I do. It'll be intense, and a little bit overwhelming, but I... like that. [And that's a very big admission to make, especially to someone who he knows tends to focus on others' needs and desires first. But so be it.] If I don't, then... whenever you stop, I'll whine... and call you a tease, but... that's fine... And I'd be desperate to get you in me sooner.

[Hell of a set of options, but notably, as Sylvain lays them out, he's flushed, and hiding in Dedue's neck so he can't see how excited he is by either idea.]

[His cheeks flush at the words but his decision is made quickly. Sylvain has just confessed something to him that he likes. Oh he's sure he likes the other too but he specifically said the words "I like that" to the first option and that's all that Dedue needs to hear.

So he lets his fingers curl and he finds that spot inside him quickly. And as he does he gets another idea. One that means he has to pause the pleasure he's just heightened but he has a feeling he'll be forgiven.

Sliding his fingers free for just a moment he actually unhooks Sylvain to turn him around. To get that back pressed to his chest. It helps that he's bigger than him, stronger than him. It lets get him settled and his fingers sliding back into him. But it also means that he's able to do something else.

A strong hand wraps around Sylvain's cock to start stroking him as he moves his fingers inside of him. It takes a little more effort to find that spot again but you can bet he smiles just a bit when he finds it.

He's definitely going to overwhelm him now to make him get one off before he rides him.]

[It's very cute when Dedue flushes, but it's not immediately obvious what option he's going to end up choosing - if he chooses one at all. His fingers curl in him though, again, and he thinks he's chosen, whimpers softly at the renewed stimulation, but... then he slides his fingers free, and he thinks he's chosen the other. He even groans in mild disappointment and starts to sit up so he can position himself to take him when... he's being lifted. Moved. Spun around.

Dedue never moves especially quickly, but this time it feels like he does. To go from intense pleasure, to having to talk through a low-burning tease, back to a moment of that intense pleasure, to nothing, to being moved is... a lot. It's disorienting enough, that Dedue can move him and get him settled with his back to his chest before he really quite knows what's going on.

He comes back into the moment when he feels fingers sliding back into him. The new position allows them to press deeper, and allows the curve to press more intensely inside him, pulling a desperate sound from him immediately - and that's before Dedue's hand wraps around his cock.

Everything combined makes him melt, spreading his legs wider as he sinks back against Dedue's chest, hips rolling into both sets of stimulation without reservation.]

Y-you... are a fast learner...

[Yes, thank you, he loves this, please wreck him like this anytime you want, Dedue.]

[He's not sure if he would call himself a fast learner. Though he supposes he has picked up on some tricks already. Mostly though, he's picked up on the things that really get Sylvain going. Moving him around easily is one of them and now he knows overwhelming him is another. Combining them seemed the next logical conclusion to Dedue.

A kiss is pressed to Sylvain's ear. He's just glad that he's loving this.

Fingers thrust in time with the stroke of his hand, his legs bending to help hold those legs apart. What would it be like to hold them apart while inside him? That's a thought for the future. Right now he has to pay attention to this moment and how what he's doing is turning his companion into a puddle.

Dedue has to admit that Sylvain makes for a very attractive puddle.]

You do not have to hold back.

[Not now. He wants him to make a mess. Because then he can take care of him afterward.]

[Right now, Sylvain would call him a fast learner - at least in regards to things he clearly likes. Right now, Sylvain is also a little bit too out of it to say anything at all.

So he is very much loving this.

Dedue shifts to hold his legs apart with his knees, and even though he had no plans of closing his legs to stop what he's doing, that little action still makes everything just that much more intense, and it's something he figured out to do on his own. So he shudders, melts a little more against his chest, moans outright and lets his head drop back to rest on Dedue's shoulder.

He doesn't have to hold back.

Well, in that case, he doesn't, letting his voice grow just that much louder - and more frequent - as he pants, letting out some moan or sharp cry or other sound of pleasure with nearly every exhale.

Slowly, his body winds tighter with each movement, his cock twitches in Dedue's hand, and it becomes very obvious that he's coming closer and, eventually, when he seems like he can't get any more tense, he... still doesn't come, though is very obviously teetering on the edge, sounds having reduced to the occasional gasp or soft whimper as he can't even squirm anymore.]

[Supporting that weight is no problem at all. He can handle him and he keeps him upright even as he keeps him expose too. What he is noticing though is that while his companion is getting closer and closer, he isn't finishing. He takes note of that as he decides to try what works for him on nights when he takes care of himself. (What? He's not dead.)

Dedue picks up the pace around his cock. As he does, he shifts to reach his fingers in to try to press harder against his prostate. Just to add those extra sensations to push him over. Will it work? He has no idea but there's really one good way of finding out. By trying his best here.

He presses a kiss to his temple then, amazed that he gets to do this to this beautiful man.]

[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.]

[It's...beautiful. That doesn't begin to describe what he witnesses but it's as close as he'll get. Beautiful. Sylvain is beautiful as everything snaps and he spills all over his hand and the sheets. Something he'll ask about later so he can make sure they're properly laundered.

Sliding his fingers free, he presses another kiss to his temple, helping to ground him. Or trying to at the very least. Does this even work? He can't be sure but what he can do is try.]

Are you alright?

[It's important to him to check on him before they even think of continuing.]

[He pants as Dedue does his best to ground him, body shuddering as he slides his fingers free, and again when he presses another kiss to his temple. It is grounding. It feels... nice, like he genuinely cares, which is such a rarity for him that it's noteworthy.

He's finding himself in that odd haze where he could go either way - he could continue, with a moment to rest, which he fully intends to do now, or... he could curl up into the warmth behind him and drop into a fitful sleep.

That'll come later, after Dedue has a chance to come, too.

Vaguely, he realizes that he's asking if he's alright, too, so he shifts just enough to be able to press a kiss to the first patch of skin he can reach - on is neck, just under his chin, in this case.]

More than alright... don't worry.

[Even his voice is breathy and a little out of it. He's going to need a second.]

[Yes, he can tell now that he is. He's more than happy to hold him while he recovers too, gently tracing patterns onto his hip. Sure he's fully aroused at this point but he'd rather focus on Sylvain. His own needs can easily wait for a bit.]

Mm.

[Alright. No more worrying. Just gentle care for Sylvain.

Dedue even gives him another kiss to promise he'll stop fretting now.]

[He can feel that Dedue is fully aroused at this point, too, and that also feels... nice. He hadn't done much aside from exist and feel good, but... he'd still done that to him.

And he fully intends to take care of that, too, once moving is an option again.

He hums softly at that kiss, smiling just a bit up at him and nestling into his hold to just... exist. Breathe. And when he finally hits the point where he's just about to drift off to sleep, he leans forward instead, intends to turn himself around, but...

Wow, moving is still kind of difficult.]

Mm, hey, turn me back around. I want to watch you.

[Additional bonus: that should shake off the rest of the sleepiness and just begin to be a turn-on again.]

[Turning him back around is no problem. Even with all that muscle, Sylvain simply isn't that heavy to him. So Dedue lifts him up so that he can turn him around to face him. He isn't sure why he would want to watch him but if that's what he wants then he will give that to him. Whatever will make the other happy.

Once he has him settle, he looks into his eyes, arms around his waist. His hold is secure but there's always that bit to it which makes it clear that Sylvain can leave his embrace anytime he wishes. Dedue will never keep him trapped.]

...

[Again, he has to wonder why Sylvain wants to watch him. He's simply not as attractive as him.]

[He wants to watch him because he's handsome, and he wants to see what kind of faces he'll make when he rides him, simple as that. So after he's turned around, he settles in against his chest, kisses his neck and shoulders lightly while he keeps recovering, enjoys just being held close and tight and secure while he does.

Soon enough, though, he places his hands on Dedue's shoulders instead, pushing himself up so he can sit up, on his knees over Dedue's lap, and offers him a still-somewhat sated, lopsided grin.]

I've kept you waiting too long already, I'm sorry.

[He means it - he's been able to feel just how aroused Dedue is for a while now, but he's felt too good to do anything about it yet.

Well, that's about to change, he decides, reaching behind himself to trail fingers down Dedue's cock until he reaches the base so he can hold him still, steady, positioning himself over him before beginning to slide him into himself with one slow, fluid motion, until he settles with him as deep as he can get him in their current position.

Is it a lot all at once for Dedue? Probably. Was that the intent? Absolutely.]

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