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[Honestly - his words and actions don't often line up. But he's been trying to be more honest with those he cares about, those he loves; of which Byleth is one of the very few. And if openly showing how flustered all this has him helps to accomplish that goal, then so be it.

Besides, it's kind of nice to be able to just let go, to stop posturing in a situation like this. Sure, there's the urgency of having to work Byleth back into physical existence, but... they're managing that, slowly but surely, with every touch, every intoxicating, feather-light drag of fingers over his skin.

He doesn't even quite know where the lines between affection and desire begin and end for the two of them. It feels like, once, there was a stark line drawn between them, but the more time they spent together, the more they fought side by side, the more they learned about one another... the longer they've spent here... the more the solid ground the line was drawn in shifted, turned to sand, until the tides and the winds of time all but erased it.

That should be terrifying, to someone - something - like him.

Oddly enough, it isn't.

If anything, the thrill of it is the sort that sparks under his skin with each touch, makes him crave more of it. It shouldn't be this intoxicating to simply be open and honest with someone, but... so it goes.

At least he doesn't have a chance to think about it as Byleth's tongue drags over his still-clothed cock slowly enough that he both gasps and tenses at the sudden, more intense sensation, and also shudders as he relaxes into it. He does it again, and Sylvain groans, looking down at him through heavy lashes, eyes half-lidded. And being stared at like that, like Byleth is fully intending to pick him apart bit by bit is... a lot, and he takes a steadying breath preemptively.]

Yeah? Why's that?

[Should he have asked? Does he actually want to know the answer? Probably not, but the words had come before he could stop himself.]

I like this side of you, too.

[byleth]

No pretense. You're being honest.

[ Some parts of Sylvain more so than others, which guides Byleth's focus as he peels back the damp cloth of his underwear to draw warm air across his cock, fascinated by the way it starts to thicken even more in his grip as his hand latches gently around the base. He does note that he can touch him a lot more firmly than just moments ago, no longer a whisper of a graze from ghost fingers but a solid clamp of building heat along his palm as his own features flush more with color and renewed life. It's a gratifying sensation, but he's more concerned with eliciting a fresh new gasp from Sylvain's throat as he strokes along the entire length of his arousal.

His eyes find Sylvain's again, catching sight of his pupils blown out, only a sliver of brown still lining the all-consuming abyss of black. It's just as fascinating to him as his cock, and Byleth doesn't have it in him to keep asking for permission when his own self-control is fraying all over. For once, he simply takes his mouth in his own, lips slotting tight against Sylvain's and tongue snaking out to dip into Sylvain's mouth as he unconsciously tightens his grip around him.

It's not tight enough to ache, only applying enough pressure to make Sylvain feel good as Sylvain's last words echo through his mind. While he couldn't have claimed to have had felt any true self-loathing before, he had also lived without any attachments outside of his father, killing simply because he was ordered to -never thinking about the consequences. If Sylvain had met that man, he wouldn't allow him this close nor would Byleth allow himself this kind of gentle regard for another.

Being accepted like this moves him in a way he can't express, trying to draw the words of gratitude with his tongue as it paints letter strokes on the roof of Sylvain's mouth and swallows down whatever Sylvain wants to say in response. He doesn't have to hear it anymore either, now simply wanting Sylvain to allow himself to fall to pieces in front of him -to trust him enough to see it, to experience it, to love him back and not simply walk away and forget. They owe that much to one another, a silent request he impresses on Sylvain as he finally draws away and bites the side of Sylvain's jaw just as his fingers push Sylvain's thighs further apart. ]

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