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[He very nearly misses the soft sound Dedue makes, not because he isn't paying attention - he is, very much so - but because feeling him shift under him makes him gasp sharply himself. He honestly wasn't expecting Dedue to reciprocate actions so quickly, if he did at all, so to say it caught him off guard was a bit of an understatement.

And he blushes a bit sheepishly as a result - he's supposed to be put together, competent, but this sort of exchange with someone he knows (and loves) and who he never expected to be into him like this? Well, it flustered him every time with everyone new.

Because why would they go for something like him, knowing his reputation? Knowing he might very well hurt them like he hurt everyone else?]

Mm... I think we're a bit too clothed, don't you?

[Hide uncertainty with sexual confidence. Press a light kiss to Dedue's lips again after the question.]

Want to move to bed?

[There's a moment of something in those eyes that tells him that confidence has been a little shaken. It's so brief he's almost sure he didn't actually see it. But it's enough that when the questions are asked he decides immediately on the best course of action.

Without a word, he slips his arms around Sylvain so he can keep those legs around him. It takes no effort at all for him to stand while still holding the man like this. Dedue looks at him, flushes a little, then looks beyond him to where he can see the bedroom must be. Navigating around the furniture, he moves to carry him that way.

He's got this. Taking care of those needs. Taking care of others. It's amazing how easily some of this is coming to him. In a way, he appreciates it.]

[He didn't even register outright that his own confidence was shaken, so to know that Dedue took note of something like that, well... It wouldn't be a surprise, per se, because he was always attentive of his friends, but at the same time, Sylvain was supposed to be the suave and confident one, here.

Even if he doesn't feel very suave and confident when Dedue lifts him so easily. He doesn't even have to hold on to him, it feels like, though he does hold on simply on instinct, wrapping his legs around his waist and keeping his arms over his shoulders as he blushes darkly.]

Ah-

[Back to being a little flustered, apparently, and then back to shifting to more overtly sexual actions once he gets a handle on himself, sliding his hands forward over Dedue's shoulders to move between them, setting to work on undoing his shirt while he's being carried to the bedroom.]

[Ah. This is the bedroom. And, he's noting again that Sylvain is cute like this. It's really a good look on him when he gets thrown off. He can't help but to smile just a little as he sits down on the edge of the bed with the red head on his lap.

Seeing more of that pale skin exposed, he reaches and starts to help unbutton his shirt more. There's some scarring uncovered, yes, but he only notes how the other really is such a fine example of a beautiful man. He doesn't even compare. How he could be so interested in Dedue is mind blowing really.

But he doesn't say any of this aloud and instead decides to try a milder version of what was done to him earlier. It had been pleasant for him so perhaps it can be the same for his companion.

Gently, he leans forward to press a kiss to his collarbone. It's a little more daring than something like the jaw or neck but Dedue hopes it will be well received.]

[He doesn't usually get thrown off. Dedue simply has a way about him that makes it easy for him, and it's not something Sylvain is especially eager to explore - it might reveal something about himself if he does that could be... intimidating, at best.

So he satisfies himself with enjoying the moment, with settling back in on Dedue's lap when he sits on the edge of the bed, with shrugging his shirt off entirely and letting it fall to the floor once it's unbuttoned entirely.

With gasping in surprise when Dedue takes the initiative to press a kiss to his collarbone.

Clearly, it's very well received.]

[So that feels good for Sylvain too. To have such attention to his skin. That's something he files away in the back of his mind as he presses his hands to the soft skin. His own hands are so rough from years and years of labor and battle but he hopes that the other won't mind that. After all, there's nothing Dedue can do to change them now.

Another kiss is pressed to the other side, a little more confident this time since he has confirmation that it's well received. Then one more to his neck right over his pulse. He remembers Sylvain biting him but he doesn't feel comfortable yet returning that kind of attention. Not until he has better understanding of how to not bring harm while doing it.

But kisses? Kisses he can do.]

[It does feel good - it always does, though usually it's more of a passive sort of pleasure, something he can accept and continue acting through as he carries on with whoever he's with. From Dedue, though, it's enough of a surprise to give him pause, and that apparently gives Dedue a chance to carry on.

So Sylvain makes the decision to just let it happen, to accept the affection entirely and see where Dedue's impulses take them, melting into the sensation of hands on his skin - they're rough, and strong, and he wouldn't want them to be any other way - humming lightly at the kiss to his other collarbone, and inclining his head away when he moves to his neck, giving him all the access he could want.

Kisses are... nice. Too nice, especially with knowing just how strong Dedue is, and with the gentle actions being a counterpoint to that.]

You're spoiling me already, you know.

[Pausing in what he's doing, he seriously considers those words. Spoiling him. He knows what he means but truthfully if anyone spoiled him it's how family situation. To have caused him to view himself as unworthy of things like this because of what Sylvain has made himself. Dedue can't change any of that.

What he can do is lift his head to look at him. To study and then...

And then to suddenly turn them to drop Sylvain on his back with him gazing down at him. Will this get him flustered again? He finds himself hoping so.]

I am taking care of you.

[A gentle but important correction.]

[He's about to reach up and cup Dedue's cheek when he looks at him, to just enjoy the moment for what it is, while it lasts, but he doesn't get a chance before he's being lifted again, dropped down onto the bed on his back, with his friend over him.

His legs are still wrapped around his waist, he finds, but the rest of him ends up sprawled haphazardly and he's blushing darkly before he even gets a chance to hide his face.

Not that he really wants to - hiding would mean he can't look up at Dedue looking down at him, after all.]

Ah- I... Alright. Thank... you.

[Definitely flustered.]

[Ah. He did get flustered again. It's a beautiful look on him, that pretty face almost as red as his hair. Dedue takes a moment to admire it even as he feels a brief moment of sadness over Sylvain being this unused to someone taking such complete care of him.

He'd...like to change that. He hopes he can learn more quickly to be able to do so for him. Sylvain may struggle to believe it but he deserves this.

Nodding, he leans down so he can continue with what he was doing before. Exploring Sylvain's body with kisses. Perhaps he is unsure of what all he should do but he is at least able to pay enough attention to see that which will give him good results.

So far? This is working very well.]

[Dedue seems to have a particular talent for flustering him. It's a marvel, really, and he's not sure how he manages it, but... he can't say he minds all that much.

Even if he was supposed to be the one leading him through figuring all this out.

Well, he'll be here if Dedue gets lost, if he's ever unsure of where to go next. As it is, though, exploring his body with kisses is making them chroma - which was the stated point of the whole affair - and... well, it's nice. It feels good - both physically so, and... emotionally, to know Dedue trusts him well enough to be willing - and enthusiastic - about doing such things with, - to - him.

So... yes, it's working very, very well.

Especially when he kisses along a the edge of a particularly nasty scar on his side, one where it's obvious he didn't get to a healer nearly as quickly as he should have. It's not that it should be particularly sensitive, compared to others, but it was relatively freshly healed just before arriving in Prismatica, so nerves are still reforming, and sensation is more intense at the moment.

So he gasps, tenses for a moment, and then melts outright.]

[He remembers this scar, how Sylvain got it. After kissing it, he trails his fingers along it before kissing the edges again before finding another. Because he appreciates these just as much as he does the unblemished skin. These moments where Sylvain pretended to be flashy but was quietly taking a blow meant for another.

He thinks he doesn't notice but Dedue is just good about not mentioning it to others. The red head can have this and he will take the chance to appreciate him in private like this, in a way that he's never been able to before. He can't really be described as a sexual creature but he sure can be described as one who loves to take care of those he cares about.

Sylvain just happens to be one of these people.

So scar worship. It seems that is something he will have to remember. Not that he minds because he believes that all parts of this man should be appreciated to the fullest. The good, the broken, the unblemished, and the scarred.]

[They're similar in that way - he's certain that Dedue knows what it meant when he ended up "accidentally" coming between friends and allies and what should have been fatal blows time and again. After all, he did the same thing, but was... considerably more obvious about it.

He'd just never thought he noticed as much in the moment - but at the same time, he's grateful he's never commented, until now.

And even now, he's not commenting in words - that wouldn't be expected of him, anyway - but in actions, in appreciating the little details that not many others do. If anything, it's always "oh you poor thing, how did that happen?" or "what a shame... you're already handsome, you'd be so much more so without these..." not... this.

He never expected it from Dedue - though perhaps he should have, if they were to get in bed together like this.

He thinks about teasing him for it - about how he'd asked for assistance, but proceeded to all but throw him down in bed to spoil him, but... he doesn't want to ruin the moment. So he doesn't. So he smiles down at him instead, and reaches up to run his hand through Dedue's hair again.]

[The truth is that it's so easy for Dedue to throw away his own needs the moment he recognizes the needs of others. Not even consciously. He's not doing so intentionally at all. Rather it's an instinct to fall into the natural pattern to take care of someone else that he cares about. And he's recognized a need with Sylvain that he has a feeling isn't one often recognized. If at all.

He doesn't plan to be the only one to fulfill this need, doesn't expect he will ever be the only one to recognize it. But in this moment if he can offer this then he wants to.

And now that he's between Sylvain's legs he's recognizing he's again in territory unfamiliar to him. The arousal is obvious there but what to do with it. It seems like it would break some kind of spell to ask and yet he knows that to simply guess at this point would be worse.

Dedue looks up at him, leans into the hands in his hair.]

Will you...tell me what to do? I will continue if you will allow.

[It isn't a need he recognizes in himself. He recognizes similar needs in others, and is usually quick to meet them, if he can, but... his own needs don't matter. Which is why Dedue keeps managing to get him so flustered so easily. It's overwhelming, and they've barely gotten started.

So when he looks up at him, when he asks for guidance, it does break the spell over the moment, where they'd been wrapped up in each other and in sensation, where the only sounds in the room were their breathing and the occasional gasp, but... he can't mind that. The question is charming all on its own, and Sylvain props himself up on his elbows when it's asked.

It's a bit of an odd position... but he does unwrap his legs from around Dedue a moment later.]

Of course you can continue, if you want. I'd... like you to undress, too, though, if you don't mind.

[His cheeks are flushed but they color more. That's a fair thing really even if he does miss those legs around him already. They'd been warm and a sure way of knowing what was particularly good with what he was doing. Still, he moves up to press a kiss to Sylvain's lips. And then he nods.

Of course he can undress him. Dedue doesn't mind. He knows he isn't as pleasing to the eye as his companion is but it is fair that they be equal in a comfortable sort of vulnerability. And perhaps a part of him also would like to feel those hands on him again. Those hands that know what they're doing and hands he can learn so much from.

He stays close, muscles relaxed so he can move into any position that Sylvain needs him to be to make this easier.]

[He's sure his legs will be back around him soon enough - because if he's honest, which Dedue seems to have a peculiar knack for making him be, then he already misses it, too. But they couldn't stay like that forever, and this is the logical next step to take.

So he gladly accepts the kiss that Dedue initiates, returns it readily, easily, and then runs his hands down his arms so he can place Dedue's hands on his waistband, in some gentle encouragement for him to pull off his pants while he works on undoing the buttons of Dedue's shirt with deft, quick fingers.

Though if he lingers to touch and leans up to kiss slowly revealing skin as he does, then he can't be blamed for that.]

[It's easy to help Sylvain out of his pants, lifting those hips up so he can slide them off of him, revealing the rest of his pale skin. It's not like it's the first time he's seen the other naked but it's certainly the first time he's seen him in this sort of setting. And he can tell why he's widely considered to be so attractive.

It rather astounds him that Sylvain finds him attractive at all in comparison now that he thinks about it. With looks like this to compare to, well, he doesn't hold a candle to him. He's barely even a thread against this tapestry. While he's hardly ashamed of his own appearance, he has been told for a number of years now how unappealing he is because of where he comes from. Even he's not invulnerable to words of that nature.

Still, he doesn't comment on it, feeling his skin tingle pleasantly as lips press against revealed flesh. After years of battles (and not to mention some time in the prison) Dedue is almost more scar than anything else. He's not ashamed of any of them but this is certainly a first to have them looked upon in such a fashion.

He finds he...doesn't mind it.]

[Sylvain knows - logically, because he's been told as much often - that he's attractive. More often than not, though he believes most of that attraction comes from his crest - that's a nonissue here, which has been surprisingly helpful in the weeks and months between arriving and coming to this point, but... that doesn't change how Dedue sees the matter, either.

And for his part, in his opinion, he doesn't hold a candle to the man above him.

He's handsome beyond all belief, yes, but even aside from that, he's so compassionate, so loving. There's an intensity in his face, but it's softened, knowing the thoughts behind it. There's unbelievable strength in his body, but the way he puts it to use is a marvel. There is more scar, now, than unmarred flesh, but each and every last one holds a story of compassion and care, unlike the majority of Sylvain's own.

And now he's in bed with him. Now he's letting him undress him quickly - and he pushes the shirt off his shoulders as soon as its undone, trusting Dedue to shrug it off the rest of the way as his hands make quick work of his pants, pushing them down his hips as far as he can reach before shifting back up again, draping his arms around his shoulders to press more heated kisses to his neck, his jaw, his collarbone while also bringing a foot up to shove his pants down further, past the point where he'd been able to reach with his hands, because he'd rather do that and still be able to continue on with his gentle, insistent affection than to move to finish the job.]

[When you've spent a large portion of your life having so many tell you how terrible you are for being born the way you are it's shocking to have someone suddenly throw so much effort into showing the opposite. For a moment, he doesn't even know what to do. He has no reaction to this much affection directed at him. Eventually he has to settle for some form of instinct to shrug the rest of the way of his clothes so he can free up his hands to cup that wonderful man's face.

This...this isn't something he deserves. Dedue knows that he's not worthy of it. There are far more who deserve it far more than he does. He knows this as a fact. Because he is a man of Duscur and...

And not only does that not matter here but Sylvain doesn't care. Has never cared.

The reins have been handed off again as Dedue once more finds himself out of his depth and unsure where to step next.]

[Dedue was born handsome. And unbelievably caring. And brave. And wonderful. That so many discarded all of that simply because of where he was born was ridiculous. Lambert would have been ashamed in his people, had he lived.

But that doesn't matter, right now. What does matter is that Sylvain had never cared where Dedue came from, and even if some small part of him had, then it certainly wouldn't matter right now. It wouldn't matter in Prismatica, and it wouldn't matter in Sylvain's bed.

And it soon becomes obvious when Dedue is out of his depth again. So Sylvain shifts to one side and then the other to kiss his palms as he cups his face, but then shifts back somewhat, so he can sit up, scoot back and out from under him.]

Hey, Dedue, go lay back against the pillows and get comfortable, alright? I need to grab something.

[And there's his customary wink and smile again, though this time it's quite a bit softer than before, filled with genuine affection for the man.]

[Because he trusts Sylvain, he does what he asks of him without a single bit of hesitation or question. Moving over, he rests against the pillows. As exposed as he feels, he doesn't do anything to cover himself up, just watching his companion curiously to see what he will get for them.

He does note that there's more to that wink this time. A softness to the smile.

He likes it. It suits Sylvain more than the other times he winks like this. Perhaps because he can tell it's real.]

[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.]

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