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Sylvain Jose Gautier ⬤ FE:3H
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[crestfallenfor]

[He is very distracted by the kisses, and continues to return them every time they come, no matter how deep or how chaste they are. Not everyone he sleeps with even gets a kiss from him, though when he indulges... he tends to enjoy it. Clearly.

And the fact that it's Dedue... Well. That just makes it all the better.

Because he also does enjoy the oversensitive feeling that everything is causing to course through him, and when Dedue lets go of his leg, he loops it around the bigger man's waist instead of letting it fall to the bed. Though he does have to break any kisses when his hand finds his cock again as he gasps, loudly, and shudders.

That... wasn't necessary. But he clearly likes it.]

Dedue...

[foreverellipsis]

[It's completely necessary to the white haired man above him. Sylvain deserves to be well cared for and he strokes him in time with his thrusts, thinking about what he likes on himself. So he rubs his thumb over the head of the cock, finding the sensitive places to rub and stroke over. To give him that extra bit of stimulation. It must be overwhelming but he can tell just from this moment of looking at him that Sylvain loves it.

Dedue's glad. Even enough so that after a soft grunt, he even smiles down at him. Pleased to see him enjoying himself. Wanting that for him.

Leaning down, he kisses his name off of his lips.]

[crestfallenfor]

[Dedue deserves to be well cared for, and if caring for him involves... the inverse, right now, involves letting him care for him in return, then... Well, it's not like Sylvain is in much of a state to do anything else anyway. And that's a feat all on its own - and testament to just how quickly Dedue learns, when he sets his mind to something.

He loves it. Loves that he is letting him do this to him, loves that Dedue trusts him enough to have come to him in the first place, loves that he can trust Dedue enough to fall apart in his hands...

It's just. A lot. And he's kissing him again, and Sylvain kisses back sloppily, as best as he can manage, kissing that handsome smile right off his face and groaning into his mouth.]

Mn... Dedue, I'm...

[Close, again. Already.]

[foreverellipsis]

[Ah. He's getting him there again. Good. Dedue takes that as a cue to pick up the pace with his hips and his hand, pressing heated kisses along his jaw and neck. To allow Sylvain the chance to breathe properly while still showering him with affection.

A soft groan leaves him, right into Sylvain's ear. A sign that they're both so thoroughly enjoying this. Every second of it.

He'll take care of him. And it seems that in doing so, that's quite the turn on for Dedue in this moment.]