[ He's not completely out. Words and feelings drift through his head, Claude is speaking kindly to him. He feels himself be carried, and he feels the dip of the bed under him as he's laid down. ]
Hmmmnnn. [ The soft sound is all he can manage in response to Claude for the first moment, but as he's deposited, his hand stays on the man's wrist, intent to keep him there, at least for now. ]
Uhhhh? [ The room spins when he opens his eyes, so he just closes them again. ] Stay.
[He blinks down at the professor, startled when he actually responds. Oh shit, was he awake???
But he barely blinks, mumbles and clings and Claude sighs a little, fond exasperation this time. Gently he scoots Byleth over toward the middle of the bed, carefully extracting his wrist so he can at least pull Byleth's boots off.]
Okay, Teach... alright... Just lemme get these-
[He doesn't expect the other man to really hear the words, just does his best to keep his tone soothing and reassuring. He kicks his own shoes off and then settles on the edge of the bed, stiff and uncertain but keeping a hand on Byleth's, thumb stroking over his knuckles lightly.]
[ The contact is nice, it seems to quiet him down enough that he lays still for the next several minutes while Claude settles. He's still half-awake at least though, as he pulls Claude closer, shockingly strong actually, his arms circle around the man's waist. ]
[Claude gasps a little when Byleth drags him closer, surprised by the action, not at all by his strength. This is Teach after all. But with the other man wrapped around him there's not much he can do but lean into it so it's not too uncomfortable. To find a way to nestle against him.
And hopefully the hammering of his heart will not be too obvious or the way his insides turn to jelly at the closeness or the hopeful, painful little spike of want that echoes across the sync that Claude most certainly does not have the wherewithal to deny.
One arm drapes over Byleth in return and the fingers of the other, tucked up under them, toy with the longer strands of his hair absently, voice barely a murmur.]
[ Ahh this is nice. Cozy. Claude is soft and warm, and after the acute amount of alcohol Byleth has consumed, it's nice to have someone there. He presses into him, tucking his face against Claude's neck. ]
You'd be okay. [ He mumbles in reply, hazily rubbing his forehead against his rough beard. ]
[Would he? Was he? Didn't the very fact that he'd come here equipped with half a dozen weapons while simply basking in the desert sun on his own damn balcony say a lot about how okay he was not. Leaving Byleth had easily been the hardest thing he's ever had to do...
How would he possibly have the strength to do it again?
Worries for when he wasn't curled up in the professor's bed, wasn't holding him, didn't have to listen to him be so certain of his abilities. How could Byleth trust in him like that? Especially this Byleth...
But he burrows against him, insists and rubs against him and Claude may not have the excuse of nearly as much alcohol but he did slam three shots of his own back to back. (Like hell he was wasting the other two glasses. No he'd downed those before they left.) It's no wonder, then, that Byleth mumbles that assurance and a moment later Claude has pulled him in tight against him, lifted him up a little, tangled his fingers in Byleth's hair and captured his lips in a firm kiss.]
[ It's a surprise, and it does well to wake Byleth up a bit more thoroughly. He's still hazy, but he's certainly at least aware of what's happening. So that's how it is, then...
He wonders what kind of relationship Claude had with his own professor. Still, he melts into it, pressing back, happy to enjoy the contact and affection. He hums against Claude's lips, parting his own for the man should he so desire. He's too inebriated to care about the consequences of this- it simply feels good, and Claude is certainly attractive in more ways than one. ]
[Consequences are something of Claude's forte and yet in the moment he doesn't have the presence of mind to stop this, scold himself for being reckless, for doing precisely what he said he wasn't going to do. It wasn't fair to Byleth, not when he didn't know who he was or what he'd be getting into. He couldn't tell him and still walk away... but suddenly, here, there was nowhere left for him to run to.
And Byleth was so warm against him, even if he knew some of it was the drink.
For possibly the first time in his life, consequences be damned, Claude simply... allows himself to have something he wants. The one thing he's wanted for so long. He chases that offering, tongue eager to chase the lingering sweetness of the drink on Byleth's own. Fingers curve into pale hair to hold him close, a soft, needy sound escaping against his mouth, something that might have sounded broken if not for the way he clutches at Byleth, pressing into him enough to threaten to spill the professor onto his back with Claude above him. Threatening much, much worse ideas than a reckless and magnificent kiss.]
[ He's clumsy like this, but this feels so, so good. There's that distant voice, muffled by alcohol that warns that this is going to complicate things a great deal. Byleth has always been something of a hedonist though, in that regard. Do what feels good, but do no harm, in moderation. He's not entirely sure if Claude might regret things.. but his inhibitions are drastically lowered. He's still a mercenary at heart in some ways, not exactly a bastion of ethics in and of himself.
He mingles their tongues together and allows himself to flop back, pulling Claude with him, hands stumbling their way up to his hair, tugging at it, demanding. ]
[Oh it will certainly complicate things but that is a concern for tomorrow. For now he throws himself into the kiss as readily as Byleth does, deep and searching and so, so good. Especially when Byleth's fingers catch in his hair, urging him closer.
In a moment he's sprawled out over the professor, barely supporting himself on one elbow above him. Inexperienced in this as he is, though, he has to break the kiss after a moment to gasp in a breath against Byleth's lips. One ragged breath, another kiss, another panted breath and then he's claiming the other's mouth again. Hungry and wanting and unexpectedly impatient.
[ The urgency there is so stark, and Byleth's fingers drag down Claude's back gently, soothing. Even drunk as he is, he still tries to slow things down a little. Allow them to savor that pleasant hazy buzz and the taste of each other. ]
Easy, easy.
[ He mumbles between kisses, hooking a leg over Claude's to coax him to lay flush against him and soak in the warmth. ]
[There's a conflicted moment there where Claude's not entirely sure which way to lean. Easy, slow, something to ease back from as Byleth's words suggest... or something he should press closer and chase after more of which is very much what the leg wrapped around him seems to imply. In the end he reluctantly eases back to softer, chaste kisses, even as a hand curves around Byleth's thigh, keeping the professor close against him.]
T-Teach... [Just a little bit lost, though not so much that he can keep himself from kissing Byleth again for more than the span of a heartbeat.] I-
You... are drunk. [A reminder to himself as much as to Byleth, a faint shake of his head. He shouldn't be here. He shouldn't be doing this, especially not right now. Ah but he doesn't actually make any move to pull himself away. Not when Byleth is warm and solid beneath him.]
[ Byleth chases his mouth for a moment, dropping his head back to the pillow though when Claude starts to speak. ]
I've had worse. [ He says in regards to the drunkness. ] So are you.
[ He would later admit though, he was definitely absolutely drunk, but the alcohol plies his more practical senses and so does the hard on that Claude can probably feel pressed against his leg. ]
Mmmm. We don't have to- we can just. Like this. Sleep. You know?
[Repeated back incredulously, that familiar mischievous glint in his eye shifting to something far more wicked, something that makes his lips curl into a smirk even as his breath rushes out in stuttering pants. Because he absolutely can feel Byleth against him, in fact he rocks down, presses their bodies a little more firmly together, makes it clear that he is just as eager.
As much as he is aware that.... this is probably a bad idea it's harder to care by the moment. Especially when Byleth is trying not to push, to be conscientious when he knows damn well the slightest request would have Claude doing precisely what he wants.
He ducks his head, this time letting his lips trail along Byleth's jaw to nip and kiss at his throat, unable to help grinding against him once more.]
[ He can't really argue with that. Well. He can, but he doesn't want to. Claude feels so damn good against him like this. He leans back, letting the man's lips press to his throat, a small moan rising in his chest that bubbles into a soft chuckle. ]
I guess we can do something else then.
[ Goddess he's pretty. A hand slips up under the hem of his shirt, fingers lightly dragging over his belly teasingly. ]
[Byleth's fingers will find the lines of crystal embedded in his skin there, low on his belly, just peeking above the waistband of his pants. The amplified jolt of emotion and sensation that comes with the direct contact with his gem has him collapsing over Byleth again. His mouth works down the line of the professor's throat, one hand still holding tight to Byleth's thigh, inching down dangerously close to his ass.]
Yes.
[A muffled groan against his skin as Claude worms his other hand in under Byleth's shirt as well, broad hand splaying over the small of his back. He coaxes the other man to arch his back, to press their bodies more firmly together, to savor the grind of them, hard and wanting against one another.]
[ He moans as Claude dives back into things, arching obediently for him, letting their bodies fit together as he starts to pull Claude's shirt up. His fingers trace up the man's sides and over his chest.
The affirmation is good. Yes. Good. They both want this, then. He pulls Claude up for another hungry kiss and ]
[Claude almost doesn't let him have the time or space to actually get that question(? ... command?) out, eager as he is to continue kissing him. He's not entirely sure that letting Byleth speak was a great idea, not when those words have him biting gently at his lip, trying to muffle a sharp, needy whine in the back of his throat. ]
F-fuh... [Not even the full curse, too busy getting skin under his lips again. Claude has to take a moment to situate himself better, get his knees under him again so he can put enough space between them to get his hands on Byleth, both hands dropping down to work at the fastenings of his pants.]
[ For all he knows of Claude, he's never seen him in such a state. Then again, he is also drunk and not exactly being reserved himself. He doesn't have half the mind right now to wonder, what exactly he was to him, in his Fodlan.
But He's kissing him again, and touching, and that's all Byleth needs, hearing him whine like that.
He helps him with the ring and loop hooks that keep his pants tight around his waist. The fabric folds to the side and once they are off it's quite easy to pull them down or off, depending on what Claude is intending to do. ]
[One hand slides under Byleth's shirt, shoving it up his chest to make it easier to stroke a hand down his body from chest to belly, down to his hips. Fingers trail lightly over the length of him, breath hitching briefly before he moves to drag the fabric down out of the way.... even if he is too impatient to worry about actually getting the professor's pants off.
He shifts lower though, lips skimming from neck down to the center of his chest under the bunched up material of his shirt. Which puts his mouth directly over his gem, something he knows from experience can be very intense. Of course that only encourages him to drag his tongue over the drastic texture difference between hot skin and smooth crystal and the jolt it sends through him leaving Claude panting against his chest for a moment.
A barely audible curse]
لعنتی
[And then his mouth is taking a lazy path down the length of his body, licks and kisses and even a nibble or two.]
[ Byleth squirms at those fingers trailing over him. He doesn't really remember being ticklish, but then again it's been a long time since anyone has really tried. Still, Claude earns a sputtering giggle before he's putting his mouth over his gem. That is an intense sensation, and he arches involuntarily, gasping as a tongue slides against it. It fills his mind with pleasant, hazy static and has him writhing before Claude continues his way down. ]
[Byleth is usually so quiet and reserved he'd rather expected the same from him now so even that one murmur of approval has Claude that much more eager. Hands slide down to grip his hips, pushing the professor down against the bed a little as Claude sinks down to settle broad shoulders between his thighs.
Once there he wastes no time, if either of them were going to back out of this it would be well before now. He's never done this before but... well, surely it can't be that difficult. Eagerly he drags the flat of his tongue up along the length of him, a contradictory buzz of excitement and contentment filtering through the synchronicity that he can not stop now, even if he'd wanted to. But he wants to feel the echo of the professor's pleasure so, for now, he lets it remain open and clear as he begins to let his tongue and lips explore.]
[ He can't help the way his cock twitches as he realizes where Claude is going, even before he gets there. He can feel his own breathing speed up, reaching a sharp hiss when that tongue travels up, and the warm kiss of the man's lips send little spikes of pleasure through him.
A hand reaches down, fingers tangling in dark hair to tug encouragingly. It's been a while... it's been years, actually. He drops his head back and lets a louder moan slip out, making sure Claude knows he's doing well. ]
[Byleth's fingers sink into his hair and Claude lifts his head just a little, breath rushing out abruptly. Oh that... that's nice.]
Mmmhmm.
[An encouraging little hum that he muffles against Byleth's belly, taking a moment to tilt his head just enough to tug against the professor's hold. Something that only makes that hum escalate into a groan as he finally refocuses on his task. One hand slides up to wrap around Byleth's cock, sliding over him briefly before Claude thinks to pull his hand away to lick a messy line across his palm.
The second time is much more effective and he is quick to return to licking and kissing at the head of his cock, a couple teasing little moments where it seems like he might slide him into his mouth properly. He doesn't mean to tease for once but he ends up needing to shimmy up a little more to get a comfortable angle. Once he does, though? He sinks down to take as much of the professor into his mouth as he can... Which, for not having done this before is almost impressive.]
[ Was he always this sensitive? Every touch seems to make his muscles flinch. Goosebumps raise on his skin when Claude licks his palm like that. Damn it. Why is he so good at this? The teasing actually makes him whine for more, lips parting in anticipation as he watches him through half-lidded eyes.
His head drops back down to the pillow though as Claude's mouth surrounds him and takes him in, fingers forming a fist in his hair and in the sheets. It's extremely hard to not buck into it. He manages though, instead Claude earns a much louder broken moan as he opens his thighs up further for him. ]
Oh, fuck, Claude.
[ It's still weird to curse in front of his erstwhile students. Albeit, probably weirder to be doing this anyways. ]
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Date: 2021-03-21 01:05 am (UTC)Hmmmnnn. [ The soft sound is all he can manage in response to Claude for the first moment, but as he's deposited, his hand stays on the man's wrist, intent to keep him there, at least for now. ]
Uhhhh? [ The room spins when he opens his eyes, so he just closes them again. ] Stay.
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Date: 2021-03-21 04:03 am (UTC)But he barely blinks, mumbles and clings and Claude sighs a little, fond exasperation this time. Gently he scoots Byleth over toward the middle of the bed, carefully extracting his wrist so he can at least pull Byleth's boots off.]
Okay, Teach... alright... Just lemme get these-
[He doesn't expect the other man to really hear the words, just does his best to keep his tone soothing and reassuring. He kicks his own shoes off and then settles on the edge of the bed, stiff and uncertain but keeping a hand on Byleth's, thumb stroking over his knuckles lightly.]
You just rest.
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Date: 2021-03-21 10:25 pm (UTC)Hnnhhh. Stay.
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Date: 2021-03-21 11:34 pm (UTC)And hopefully the hammering of his heart will not be too obvious or the way his insides turn to jelly at the closeness or the hopeful, painful little spike of want that echoes across the sync that Claude most certainly does not have the wherewithal to deny.
One arm drapes over Byleth in return and the fingers of the other, tucked up under them, toy with the longer strands of his hair absently, voice barely a murmur.]
What am I supposed to do without you?
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Date: 2021-03-22 05:55 pm (UTC)You'd be okay. [ He mumbles in reply, hazily rubbing his forehead against his rough beard. ]
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Date: 2021-03-23 06:21 pm (UTC)How would he possibly have the strength to do it again?
Worries for when he wasn't curled up in the professor's bed, wasn't holding him, didn't have to listen to him be so certain of his abilities. How could Byleth trust in him like that? Especially this Byleth...
But he burrows against him, insists and rubs against him and Claude may not have the excuse of nearly as much alcohol but he did slam three shots of his own back to back. (Like hell he was wasting the other two glasses. No he'd downed those before they left.) It's no wonder, then, that Byleth mumbles that assurance and a moment later Claude has pulled him in tight against him, lifted him up a little, tangled his fingers in Byleth's hair and captured his lips in a firm kiss.]
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Date: 2021-03-23 11:14 pm (UTC)He wonders what kind of relationship Claude had with his own professor. Still, he melts into it, pressing back, happy to enjoy the contact and affection. He hums against Claude's lips, parting his own for the man should he so desire. He's too inebriated to care about the consequences of this- it simply feels good, and Claude is certainly attractive in more ways than one. ]
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Date: 2021-03-24 12:29 am (UTC)And Byleth was so warm against him, even if he knew some of it was the drink.
For possibly the first time in his life, consequences be damned, Claude simply... allows himself to have something he wants. The one thing he's wanted for so long. He chases that offering, tongue eager to chase the lingering sweetness of the drink on Byleth's own. Fingers curve into pale hair to hold him close, a soft, needy sound escaping against his mouth, something that might have sounded broken if not for the way he clutches at Byleth, pressing into him enough to threaten to spill the professor onto his back with Claude above him. Threatening much, much worse ideas than a reckless and magnificent kiss.]
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Date: 2021-03-24 02:51 am (UTC)He mingles their tongues together and allows himself to flop back, pulling Claude with him, hands stumbling their way up to his hair, tugging at it, demanding. ]
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Date: 2021-03-24 05:51 pm (UTC)In a moment he's sprawled out over the professor, barely supporting himself on one elbow above him. Inexperienced in this as he is, though, he has to break the kiss after a moment to gasp in a breath against Byleth's lips. One ragged breath, another kiss, another panted breath and then he's claiming the other's mouth again. Hungry and wanting and unexpectedly impatient.
He's waited long enough.]
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Date: 2021-03-25 01:31 am (UTC)Easy, easy.
[ He mumbles between kisses, hooking a leg over Claude's to coax him to lay flush against him and soak in the warmth. ]
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Date: 2021-03-26 07:47 pm (UTC)T-Teach... [Just a little bit lost, though not so much that he can keep himself from kissing Byleth again for more than the span of a heartbeat.] I-
You... are drunk. [A reminder to himself as much as to Byleth, a faint shake of his head. He shouldn't be here. He shouldn't be doing this, especially not right now. Ah but he doesn't actually make any move to pull himself away. Not when Byleth is warm and solid beneath him.]
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Date: 2021-03-27 12:21 am (UTC)I've had worse. [ He says in regards to the drunkness. ] So are you.
[ He would later admit though, he was definitely absolutely drunk, but the alcohol plies his more practical senses and so does the hard on that Claude can probably feel pressed against his leg. ]
Mmmm. We don't have to- we can just. Like this. Sleep. You know?
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Date: 2021-03-27 01:44 am (UTC)[Repeated back incredulously, that familiar mischievous glint in his eye shifting to something far more wicked, something that makes his lips curl into a smirk even as his breath rushes out in stuttering pants. Because he absolutely can feel Byleth against him, in fact he rocks down, presses their bodies a little more firmly together, makes it clear that he is just as eager.
As much as he is aware that.... this is probably a bad idea it's harder to care by the moment. Especially when Byleth is trying not to push, to be conscientious when he knows damn well the slightest request would have Claude doing precisely what he wants.
He ducks his head, this time letting his lips trail along Byleth's jaw to nip and kiss at his throat, unable to help grinding against him once more.]
And if I don't want to sleep?
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Date: 2021-03-27 02:41 am (UTC)I guess we can do something else then.
[ Goddess he's pretty. A hand slips up under the hem of his shirt, fingers lightly dragging over his belly teasingly. ]
We can perhaps... wear each other out a little.
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Date: 2021-03-27 02:20 pm (UTC)Yes.
[A muffled groan against his skin as Claude worms his other hand in under Byleth's shirt as well, broad hand splaying over the small of his back. He coaxes the other man to arch his back, to press their bodies more firmly together, to savor the grind of them, hard and wanting against one another.]
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Date: 2021-03-27 02:33 pm (UTC)The affirmation is good. Yes. Good. They both want this, then. He pulls Claude up for another hungry kiss and ]
Tell me what you want me to do for you.
[ He wants to hear it. ]
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Date: 2021-03-27 04:53 pm (UTC)F-fuh... [Not even the full curse, too busy getting skin under his lips again. Claude has to take a moment to situate himself better, get his knees under him again so he can put enough space between them to get his hands on Byleth, both hands dropping down to work at the fastenings of his pants.]
No, let me- please.
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Date: 2021-03-28 02:38 am (UTC)But He's kissing him again, and touching, and that's all Byleth needs, hearing him whine like that.
He helps him with the ring and loop hooks that keep his pants tight around his waist. The fabric folds to the side and once they are off it's quite easy to pull them down or off, depending on what Claude is intending to do. ]
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Date: 2021-03-28 06:04 pm (UTC)He shifts lower though, lips skimming from neck down to the center of his chest under the bunched up material of his shirt. Which puts his mouth directly over his gem, something he knows from experience can be very intense. Of course that only encourages him to drag his tongue over the drastic texture difference between hot skin and smooth crystal and the jolt it sends through him leaving Claude panting against his chest for a moment.
A barely audible curse]
لعنتی
[And then his mouth is taking a lazy path down the length of his body, licks and kisses and even a nibble or two.]
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Date: 2021-03-29 04:00 am (UTC)Shit, that's good.
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Date: 2021-03-31 03:47 pm (UTC)Once there he wastes no time, if either of them were going to back out of this it would be well before now. He's never done this before but... well, surely it can't be that difficult. Eagerly he drags the flat of his tongue up along the length of him, a contradictory buzz of excitement and contentment filtering through the synchronicity that he can not stop now, even if he'd wanted to. But he wants to feel the echo of the professor's pleasure so, for now, he lets it remain open and clear as he begins to let his tongue and lips explore.]
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Date: 2021-04-01 12:41 am (UTC)A hand reaches down, fingers tangling in dark hair to tug encouragingly. It's been a while... it's been years, actually. He drops his head back and lets a louder moan slip out, making sure Claude knows he's doing well. ]
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Date: 2021-04-02 01:04 am (UTC)Mmmhmm.
[An encouraging little hum that he muffles against Byleth's belly, taking a moment to tilt his head just enough to tug against the professor's hold. Something that only makes that hum escalate into a groan as he finally refocuses on his task. One hand slides up to wrap around Byleth's cock, sliding over him briefly before Claude thinks to pull his hand away to lick a messy line across his palm.
The second time is much more effective and he is quick to return to licking and kissing at the head of his cock, a couple teasing little moments where it seems like he might slide him into his mouth properly. He doesn't mean to tease for once but he ends up needing to shimmy up a little more to get a comfortable angle. Once he does, though? He sinks down to take as much of the professor into his mouth as he can... Which, for not having done this before is almost impressive.]
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Date: 2021-04-02 01:14 am (UTC)His head drops back down to the pillow though as Claude's mouth surrounds him and takes him in, fingers forming a fist in his hair and in the sheets. It's extremely hard to not buck into it. He manages though, instead Claude earns a much louder broken moan as he opens his thighs up further for him. ]
Oh, fuck, Claude.
[ It's still weird to curse in front of his erstwhile students. Albeit, probably weirder to be doing this anyways. ]
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