crestfallenfor | IC Inbox for Prismatica

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

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