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[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.]

[He's not at all bothered with waiting on Sylvain. There's something intoxicating about taking their time like this. Building up and building up. But together. They're in this together. Something about that makes this all the better as he gives his hand a squeeze.

He's got him, Dedue can promise him that as he watches everything unwind Sylvain. Really the other is going to be such a mess later that he'll have to do the clean up for him.

Maybe that's partially the plan anyway.

For now, he kisses him again.]

[And Sylvain can't help but be confused as to why Dedue seems to be waiting on him. He's fine, he'll get there soon enough... and even if he doesn't, he's oversensitive enough that with enough continued stimulation, even as he is now, he can probably get off again relatively quickly.

But... he also doesn't mind it, either. He squeezes Dedue's hand back, kisses him back, lets himself simply fall apart at all the gentle, consistent pleasure.

Forget being a mess later, he's a mess now, and he can't bring himself to care.]

[He kisses him again after the first and then another after that. While he has him distracted, he moves his hand from his leg to between them. To wrap around Sylvain's half hard cock to stroke him. Because he's trusting him right now when he says that he loves what the oversensitive feeling does for him.

Sex requires trust, after all. He believes that fully. Besides, there's something about undoing Sylvain so completely that excites him too. Because a part of him knows that not just anyone gets to see this side of him.

It's special. He values that.]

[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...

[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.]

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