crestfallenfor | IC Inbox for Prismatica

[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.]

[He has no complaints honestly. Is he still hard? Yes. It's very noticeable and perhaps even a little painful but that's fine. As long as Sylvain is happy then he's fine like this. He could have just held him for hours and not cared at all about his own needs.

But Sylvain isn't having any of that and he watches him rise up. Soon he's feeling himself sliding into that tight heat and he gasps as he realizes he's filling the other so completely so suddenly. Eyes wide with how good it feels, he grips the other man tighter and leans forward to press his face against his neck to steady himself, hot air against Sylvain's skin as he pants a little.

This is a lot but he's not asking for him to slow down. He doesn't want him to. It feels...better than anything he could have imagined.]

[Of course he's not having it. Dedue took care of him so well that he has to return the favor - especially since he'd come to him for that in the first place, more or less. He does know Dedue would have been willing to just hold him steady for hours without taking care of himself. He also knows he's likely to take advantage of that impulse of him at some point - though he'd at least try to encourage Dedue to get off at least once in the meantime.

But this time, he has to take care of him. Sure, he isn't quite recovered enough to have gotten hard again, yet, but that's fine. That's to be expected, and it still feels so, so good to have him filling him so thoroughly.

So he moans quietly while he takes him, panting softly, and reaches up to hold Dedue close when he presses against his neck, his turn to steady the bigger man.]

Cute...

[Yeah, no regrets deciding to watch him.]

[Cute? Him? No, there's no way that could apply to him. Because he's, well, him. He's not calling him a liar but also...

Dedue lifts his head when he feels he's grounded himself some. Kisses are pressed along Sylvain's jaw and chin followed soon by his lips. Because even now he can't stop taking care of him. It's just in his nature.

And Sylvain looks so beautiful like this. So clearly feelings good with Dedue inside him, enjoying himself. How can he not give him another kiss as a result of seeing that expression?]

[Yes, him. He's always found him very cute, and this reaction of his only cements that - moreso when the first thing he does after grounding himself is start pressing kisses to his skin, to his lips. It's endearing, how he just wants to take care of him.

For his part - he doesn't feel especially beautiful, either. He's a mess - not just right now, but all the time - and doesn't deserve to be the one to get to do this with Dedue. But here they are.

And he is enjoying himself, that much is true. So he kisses him back eagerly before rolling his hips, shifting to find just the right angle to ride him at, first.]

[His movements are rewarded with a soft groan from the larger man. Even this little bit of motion stirs something in him. Though he suspects it honestly wouldn't be so hard if this is always what it feels like to be inside another person.

Strong hands grip at Sylvain's back now as his own hips roll on instinct to meet the ones above his. To feel him more but also to give the other more to enjoy. It must not be much but he hopes it to be enough until he can find the motion that Sylvain will like the most. Largely because he suspects all motions well be enjoyed.

Not that he can blame him. This is wonderful.]

[The slight movement below him isn't much, but it's more than enough. Dedue doesn't have to be doing anything. That much is honestly more than Sylvain is entirely used to when he's riding someone - except in the cases when his partner is wildly enthusiastic, which is a different issue entirely - and, yes, it's cute how he's trying, how he's keeping this a give and take, when Sylvain is more than willing to simply give, right now.

Idly, he wonders how long he'll be able to keep up before getting overwhelmed.

He wants to find out.

So once he does find a good position, he starts to ride him in earnest, starting slow, but nearly pulling off him before sliding back down to the base, rolling his hips, repeating the motion.

And he certainly makes it look easy while he's doing it - because despite it feeling so good - enough that he's releasing quiet little moans with nearly every thrust - he still doesn't hesitate or have to pause.]

[He's rapidly realizing something as he notes how easily Sylvain is moving. All that time having to battle on horseback has rather trained him well for...this. Dedue finds himself appreciating in full the way those muscles work to keep the red head going without tiring as he takes him over and over again.

The moans stir him further, Dedue's body moving with the pace that Sylvain sets. It's not as easy for him to roll his hips like this, his body just not nearly as flexible. Still, he does his best as he glides his hands along those muscular sides and body.

And for a moment, he seems to whisper something. It's too hard to make out what it is though and he grunts as he presses more kisses to Sylvain's beautiful skin.]

[Riding has trained him well for riding... and vice versa, honestly. Both skill sets slot so neatly into one another that it's easy to rely on muscle memory to do either. And if Dedue can appreciate it, then he's certainly not about to stop.

And Dedue doing his best to meet the pace is endearing, too, so Sylvain shifts his movements to meet him, instead, taking what he is able to do - with his slower nature and less flexible physique - and heightening every sensation that can come from it.

Working together is always better in times like these, anyway.

Though when he seems to whisper something, it gives Sylvain pause. Usually, when people whisper things in the moment, he ignores it - even when he can make it out. Now, though, is... different. He wants to know. So he leans closer, slows his movement, presses a soft kiss to the corner of Dedue's mouth.]

What was that?

[Panting softly, he opens blue eyes to look at him. Having him slow down for a moment gives him a chance to catch up a little. To be able to really see him. His hands slide up to his face and he cups it so that Sylvain has to look right at him. So he can know he means these words.

Because Dedue doesn't lie.]

You're beautiful.

[That is what he said. And he seals it with a kiss.]

[He doesn't mind him cupping his face, doesn't mind him having him look right at him, but... when he repeats himself, Sylvain immediately blushes very, very darkly.

He doesn't believe it, but he can, at least, believe that Dedue believes it, which is overwhelming all on its own.]

...What?

[He even laughs a little bit in disbelief, kissing back when he's kissed, and pausing his other motion to really let it all just settle in.]

Nah, that's you.

[The words don't surprise him and yet they do. The disbelief from Sylvain isn't the shocking part though, that he's been expecting. However, the part where he says that it's him instead?

Dedue shakes his head but then decides arguing would be pointless. This is something they both need to work on but in this moment he can at least show Sylvain what he believes.

So without warning, he rolls them over to drop the man onto his back. And he changes what he has to say as he looks down at him, rolling his hips to start the pace up again.]

I believe you are beautiful.

[Not that he thinks it. He believes it. This is what he sees. And now? Now he'll how him how he feels about that as he captures his lips to seal away any further arguments.]

[He still doesn't believe he's beautiful. Handsome, he'd accept. Cute, even, sometimes. But beautiful? No, that's reserved for... people. Individuals where their actions and spirits match their aesthetics. Dedue is beautiful. Mercedes is beautiful. Byleth is beautiful.

Sylvain isn't.

So he's more than a little flustered, and he's about to just laugh it off and carry on, distract Dedue with further physical pleasure, but before he gets a chance to, Dedue is moving them, dropping him back onto the bed, looking down at him while Sylvain is sprawled haphazardly under him again and blushing even darker than before.

He can't even argue with the statement, because... it's what Dedue believes. It's not an objective fact. And even if he'd try, he's being kissed into silence before he can, so of course he kisses back just as intensely.]

[Finding one of Sylvain's hands, he threads his fingers with him, holding his hand firmly as he thrusts into him. It takes a moment for him to find the right angle, his other hand needing to hook under one of those long legs to shift his companion into the right position. But once he's swallowing the right sounds he knows he's found the angle.

And like this it's easier for him to move at a better pace. To thrust down into Sylvain and fill him. Sure it feels good for him too but really Dedue is thriving off of what it's doing to the other man.

To himself he makes a hazy mental note to remember these positions and feelings. Remember them so he can make Sylvain feel this good and wanted again in the future.]

[He's honestly not expecting Dedue to hold his hand. It's... kind of overwhelming, how intimate the simple little act is, and so he holds it tightly back as he moves, shifts, thrusts into him until he finds the right angle that makes him cry out sharply in that same way as before, that shows just how good it feels.

Even if it's muffled into his mouth.

Even if he's still just half-hard, still recovering from the first round, tired and oversensitive.

But now that he can just lay back and enjoy himself, it all starts hitting him hard, how intoxicating the sensation is, how much Dedue seems to be enjoying reducing him to a mess.

It's... fun. He enjoys it far more than he feels like he ought to.]

[Dedue finds a pace that works for them both. Partially to help Sylvain have the time to get hard again (yes, he saw that) and partially so he doesn't finish too quickly. He at least understands his own body well enough from taking care of himself to know that if he goes more at this pace then he won't end this now.

Because Sylvain deserves the chance to finish with him.

Pulling back from the kiss, he breathes faster now as he watches the beautiful expressions that Sylvain makes. Because he honestly doesn't want to miss them.]

[(It's fine, Dedue. He's aroused. His body just isn't keeping up as quickly as he'd like it to.) The pace he settles on, though, is... good. Unbelievably so, though perhaps that's simply because... it's Dedue. Dedue over him, essentially holding him down. Dedue acting on what feels good to him. Dedue not stopping every few moments to touch base, trusting that he feels good, too.

Because he does, whether or not he finishes at all.

But just as Dedue seems to be enjoying watching him, he's enjoying watching the bigger man over him, too, and quickly goes back to look at him whenever a particularly good motion makes him shut his eyes.]

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