crestfallenfor | IC Inbox for Prismatica

[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.]

[Looking up at him, he sees what Sylvain means but this seems...impersonal. Drawing his hand back, he uses his clean hand to pull the man back onto his lap. To straddle him. That's better and Dedue even smiles briefly before bringing his hand back where he'd been directed.

It takes a moment for him to feel to where he needs to go but even then he takes his time. As he does, he watches the man's face, making sure that he pays attention to Sylvain's comfort levels and pressing a soft kiss to his chin. Only when he's sure that he feels him relax does he work a finger inside him. It's odd to do this but the moment he sees that it feels good all of that strangeness flies out the window in favor of shifting to find what way is the most pleasant.

They have time so he'll just settle in with this one for now.]

[He doesn't mean for it to feel impersonal, but... well, he can't help but realize it had, once Dedue pulls him back into his lap. It's warmer, and he smiles back at him when he catches that slight smile up at him.

And here, too, Sylvain's experience serves them well. He stays relaxed, and when inexperience causes a spark of pain from time to time - as would happen with anyone, especially with someone with hands like Dedue's - he doesn't let it show. He does, however, let it show when something feels especially nice, so his friend can learn from experience.

He tries to stay upright - and he does a good job of it, for a while, staying high up on his knees so Dedue can have all the room he needs to work, to figure this out, but once he starts working a second finger into him, he can't help but groan softly and just sort of melt against his chest, draping his arms around Dedue's neck. He keeps his hips up, so there's enough of a gap between them that he can keep working, but he also makes no secret of how much he's enjoying this, either.]

[Sylvain hides the pain on his face but his body doesn't. So Dedue pays attention to what isn't being told to him and how the muscles react to his movements. They're more honest than most of what is being shown to him. When he feels he's got an idea of how things should feel, can tell that he's stopped causing discomfort, he adds the second finger.

And quickly wraps an arm around that slender waist to hold him. The groan is a beautiful sound and he works his fingers in deeper now, realizing it's definitely becoming easier as they go. As he stretches him open and takes note of how different places in him cause different reactions.

He presses a kiss to his jaw. A promise that Dedue will try to be better next time.]

[The pain isn't a bad thing, per se - it isn't anything he's not used to, and there's always a little bit of it the first round of a day, but at the same time, he doesn't want Dedue to feel bad about causing it.

Maybe he shouldn't have tried to hide it, so he could reassure him if he caused concern outright, but... it's also not that big of a deal. This time, Dedue can assume it's from inexperience. Next time, he can explain it's just something that happens sometimes, and there's no reason to feel bad about it - and, in fact, sometimes it's nice, because it makes the good feelings all the sweeter.

It's already good. Inexperienced, yes, but good. The arm around his waist, too, feels nice - secure, but not possessive. Like he doesn't want him to pull away, but won't stop him if he tries. He's not used to that, but he wants more of it already.

Though he doesn't get much of a chance to think about that as Dedue's fingers brush over his prostate and make him gasp, loudly, and cling tighter as his whole body tenses and tightens around him.

...Time to explain, so he doesn't worry and think he hurt him.]

You just... found a spot that feels really good...

[...So it's not a very elaborate explanation, but he also knows Dedue will be doing his own research after the fact.]

[He pauses a moment at the sudden reaction, startled by it and hoping he hasn't hurt him. Sylvain soon clears that up and he files it away under this being a good reaction. The muscles tensing like that a sign that he's done this right.

And then a brow slowly lifts.

This spot is really good?

Shifting his hold on Sylvain to make it easier for him to reach deeper, he looks up into his eyes as he goes to try repeating what he did before. It takes a second or so to find the spot again but he knows he'll see the moment he does find it. And when that happens, he decides to try taking advantage of the length of his fingers to keep pressing those nerves he's found, noting the feel of them.

So it's here. This is the spot. Well, he knows he could reach that with his arousal too. Better than with his fingers now.

Yes, he's getting ideas and he's still currently only on two fingers. The third will be coming shortly.]

[Dedue will get one good look at half-lidded brown eyes with pupils blown wide in pleasure before he brushes over the spot again and Sylvain's eyes slip shut as a shudder races down his spine and he moans quietly.

Yeah, it's really good.

And then he just... doesn't leave it. He keeps pressing, and any movement is slight, like he's learning where it is, how deep, what it feels like... It's a lot, and he's not sure if he wants more or less.

He decides on more, because that's... a learning experience for Dedue. Yeah.]

If you curl your fingers so you can... press harder, and rub it... it's even better.

[He knows he's smart, and was probably getting his own ideas, but holding his hand through certain things that he knows will make him react in... possibly questionable ways can't hurt. If he tells him something feels good up front, then if he tries it - and if he cries out as a result of him trying it - then he won't have to be uncertain enough to stop.]

[He'd been about to try curling his fingers when Sylvain says that. Well, it's good to know that instinct was leading him down the right path. Dedue curls his fingers to press more firmly against that spot, rubbing it as he does with more prolonged contact.

And what a beautiful reaction he gets for it too. He actually smiles some again as he supports him against his own body, keeping him held safe with his free arm. But while he wants to savor this, he slides his fingers almost free so he can get a third inside of him. It's becoming easier to recognize when the muscles relax enough now. It'll be even easier next time he's sure.

Leaning in, he presses kisses along his jaw as he keeps stretching him, keeps working his fingers deep into him. He should be ready soon. He's very sure of that much even with this being his first time.]

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