[ 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. ]
[The rich hum of satisfaction from Claude's end of the sync falters for a moment, something sharp and cold and absolutely gut-wrenching flashing briefly across that bond before he is able to fully stamp it out. He makes a small sound, a strangled sort of noise that could mean any number of things, tries to swallow awkwardly-
Claude.
Hadn't he told himself a long, long time ago that he'd never let himself be with anyone from Fodlan specifically so he'd never have to hear someone he cares for, maybe even loves, gasping for someone who has never really existed. He hadn't realized then how much something like that would hurt, cold and savage like a knife finding it home between his ribs.
Something that Byleth couldn't possibly know, absolutely could not be blamed for. Not now, not like this, not when he had been given an out and refused to take it. Byleth wouldn't even know it meant anything if it weren't for the sync between them. So Claude redoubles his efforts after a fleeting pause, a hesitation before he moves back, only to sink down a little further the next time. Establishing a rhythm, quick and unrelenting, sucking gently and working his tongue against him and... well hopefully overwhelming the professor too much to let him question that little hiccup of "uncertainty". Yes, definitely. That's all.]
[ Even in his intoxicated state, he notices that. How could he not? It feels like a splash of cold water suddenly, and it worries him. Had he been of his better senses, he'd have stopped things right then.
He does make a confused sound though- until Claude gets back into things with a new vigor that has him gasping. He has to cover his mouth to keep from crying out at it. His mouth is so damn good, and looking down at him like this... honestly he's actually ashamed at some of the thoughts that cross his mind, knowing they will be seen and felt. How amazing he looks with a cock in his mouth, and how Byleth would love to simply flip him over and take him.
Another time though, because he can feel his climax approaching, unstoppable and inevitable. His voice rises an octave, and he pats his head as a warning to back off if he isn't prepared to have a mouth full. There's no helping it or holding it back though, he'd usually have better control but right now, he can only come, his hips trembling as he does, whimpering through his orgasm as he pulls a pillow against his face to muffle the sound. ]
[There's a garbled sound, something nearly a growl as Claude realizes Byleth is stifling his sounds. Something that has him looking up along the length of the professor's body, jade eyes bright and intense. Especially with the flashes of thoughts that come from Byleth as he edges closer. Amazing hmm? The fact that the visual is something that he focuses on...
It means that Claude acknowledges the warning but he doesn't back off, not just yet. He pushes for another moment before he finally slides back a little, leaving the head of Byleth's cock resting on his outstretched tongue, pumping him through his orgasm. Not taking his eyes off the other man is a bit of a challenge, as he spills onto his tongue and across his face. Claude even makes a show of swallowing what's on his tongue, lapping lightly to make sure he collects every last drop from the professor.
And for a long moment he stays just where he is, hovering and panting and making no move to clean his face, content to wait and see how Byleth wants to proceed. He's caught between wanting to tuck Byleth under the covers and leave before he calls him Claude again and desperately wanting the professor's hands on him.]
[ Fuck, his eyes are so pretty, looking up at him, locking their gazes. Piercing green. He's not expecting Claude to do... just what he does. Watching him take all of that, tongue and lips. It makes Byleth feel positively feral for a moment, and his feet drag against the sheets as Claude pulls a broken cry from him.
That was so damn good. Watching him swallow like that... Byleth presses a hand to his forehead as he parses what he just watched.
A moment of panting, rubbing his hands over his face. Then he's sitting up and dragging Claude into a rough kiss, pushing him down with fumbling hands trying desperately to unbuckle his pants. He can still taste himself on his lips and that alone is enough to make want this even more. ]
[He sort of expected Teach to mumble something appreciative and finally pass out. Between the orgasm and alcohol. Especially after that cry.
Which makes him gasp out a startled little cry of his own when Byleth drags him up for that kiss. A kiss that he immediately surrenders to, some part of him soothed by the passion Byleth shows for him now. Claude's clothes are more modern but that makes things a little more universal. A single button, a zipper, and Claude helps by lifting his hips, one hand dropping down to shove his pants down toward the top of his thighs, his boxers following in a single motion.]
[ Not to be outdone, he kisses his way down Claude's neck, pushing his shirt up so he can press more against his chest and belly, playfully nipping here and there as he reaches his hip, licking the line where his thigh connects and then up his cock, easily slipping his mouth over the tip.
Byleth is. Way better at this than he has any right being, for someone who was simply so unexpressive, it certainly doesn't carry across to this. He curls his tongue just under the head, before sliding down. All the way down, taking him to the hilt and back. ]
[Oh oh gods. He'd been upset about something earlier hadn't he? It's impossible to even recall never mind dwell on when Byleth is so determined now. Sharp little gasps and breathless moans catching in his throat at each new sensation. At least until Byleth moves down enough to prove that his tongue is plenty clever even if it's not with words.
Claude's hands come up to twist hard into the blankets beneath him, a ragged cry dragged out of him and, even though he tries to tell himself not to, his hips jerk up against the onslaught. He at least manages to not put his hands in Byleth's hair, quite sure he would not have the self control to stop himself from holding the professor down on him. Not with how everything else sort of whites out around them when he's suddenly engulfed in the heat of the other man's mouth.]
[ Oh he sounds so good like that. He's far more used to being on the giving end of things, so this is familiar to him. He bobs his head, with deep, languid strokes each time. His arms wrap around Claude's thighs, allowing him more leverage to just... go for it. His tongue flicks over the tip each pass, and he's hardly bothered by moving nearly all the way down on him.
He wants to hear more of those cute little moans. Gently, he tugs up on the man's hips, encouraging him to buck into his mouth. ]
[The sound that he gets from that taunting encouragement first is a high pitched, distressed little whine. Worried about being too rough with him, worried about the wisdom of what they're doing, worried about too many silly little things to let himself go right away. But all of those thoughts are burned away under the heat of Byleth's mouth.
Claude shudders hard, jerking in his grip, arching up to meet him as Byleth comes down on him again. Once he cracks though his remaining restraint crumbles away, one leg hooking around Byleth's body, the other still half folded underneath himself, using the leverage to drive up to meet each stroke.]
T-Teach... I-
[One hand releases the hold on the sheets to grab blindly for Byleth's shoulder, trying not to wrench on his hair but... well that's going to be the only warning he's going to get before Claude's next curse spikes up into a loud cry that makes him jerk himself halfway up off the bed as orgasm rushes through him.]
[ Holy shit he's cute when he whines like that. Yes it is rather bracing to have someone essentially fuck your mouth, but like everything he does in life, Byleth takes it like a champ. Seeing Claude feel so good is worth it too. He presses down as much as he can as the man rides his orgasm out, patiently swallowing the warm seed down. He rubs his hands along those strong thighs and over his belly as he waits for the twitching to die down against his tongue before he eventually sits up, cleaning him up with a few soft licks.
He's still wobbly even as he sits there, one hand still rubbing Claude's belly as he licks his lips with that usual dull expression. Still he manages to exude some measure of satisfaction regardless. ]
You look. Very cute like that. [ This delivered, wholly deadpan. ]
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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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Date: 2021-04-02 09:23 pm (UTC)Claude.
Hadn't he told himself a long, long time ago that he'd never let himself be with anyone from Fodlan specifically so he'd never have to hear someone he cares for, maybe even loves, gasping for someone who has never really existed. He hadn't realized then how much something like that would hurt, cold and savage like a knife finding it home between his ribs.
Something that Byleth couldn't possibly know, absolutely could not be blamed for. Not now, not like this, not when he had been given an out and refused to take it. Byleth wouldn't even know it meant anything if it weren't for the sync between them. So Claude redoubles his efforts after a fleeting pause, a hesitation before he moves back, only to sink down a little further the next time. Establishing a rhythm, quick and unrelenting, sucking gently and working his tongue against him and... well hopefully overwhelming the professor too much to let him question that little hiccup of "uncertainty". Yes, definitely. That's all.]
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Date: 2021-04-03 12:54 am (UTC)He does make a confused sound though- until Claude gets back into things with a new vigor that has him gasping. He has to cover his mouth to keep from crying out at it. His mouth is so damn good, and looking down at him like this... honestly he's actually ashamed at some of the thoughts that cross his mind, knowing they will be seen and felt. How amazing he looks with a cock in his mouth, and how Byleth would love to simply flip him over and take him.
Another time though, because he can feel his climax approaching, unstoppable and inevitable. His voice rises an octave, and he pats his head as a warning to back off if he isn't prepared to have a mouth full. There's no helping it or holding it back though, he'd usually have better control but right now, he can only come, his hips trembling as he does, whimpering through his orgasm as he pulls a pillow against his face to muffle the sound. ]
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Date: 2021-04-04 05:14 pm (UTC)It means that Claude acknowledges the warning but he doesn't back off, not just yet. He pushes for another moment before he finally slides back a little, leaving the head of Byleth's cock resting on his outstretched tongue, pumping him through his orgasm. Not taking his eyes off the other man is a bit of a challenge, as he spills onto his tongue and across his face. Claude even makes a show of swallowing what's on his tongue, lapping lightly to make sure he collects every last drop from the professor.
And for a long moment he stays just where he is, hovering and panting and making no move to clean his face, content to wait and see how Byleth wants to proceed. He's caught between wanting to tuck Byleth under the covers and leave before he calls him Claude again and desperately wanting the professor's hands on him.]
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Date: 2021-04-04 07:06 pm (UTC)That was so damn good. Watching him swallow like that... Byleth presses a hand to his forehead as he parses what he just watched.
A moment of panting, rubbing his hands over his face. Then he's sitting up and dragging Claude into a rough kiss, pushing him down with fumbling hands trying desperately to unbuckle his pants. He can still taste himself on his lips and that alone is enough to make want this even more. ]
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Date: 2021-04-04 11:49 pm (UTC)Which makes him gasp out a startled little cry of his own when Byleth drags him up for that kiss. A kiss that he immediately surrenders to, some part of him soothed by the passion Byleth shows for him now. Claude's clothes are more modern but that makes things a little more universal. A single button, a zipper, and Claude helps by lifting his hips, one hand dropping down to shove his pants down toward the top of his thighs, his boxers following in a single motion.]
F-fuh! Teach.
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Date: 2021-04-05 12:07 am (UTC)Byleth is. Way better at this than he has any right being, for someone who was simply so unexpressive, it certainly doesn't carry across to this. He curls his tongue just under the head, before sliding down. All the way down, taking him to the hilt and back. ]
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Date: 2021-04-05 02:11 pm (UTC)Claude's hands come up to twist hard into the blankets beneath him, a ragged cry dragged out of him and, even though he tries to tell himself not to, his hips jerk up against the onslaught. He at least manages to not put his hands in Byleth's hair, quite sure he would not have the self control to stop himself from holding the professor down on him. Not with how everything else sort of whites out around them when he's suddenly engulfed in the heat of the other man's mouth.]
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Date: 2021-04-06 09:45 pm (UTC)He wants to hear more of those cute little moans. Gently, he tugs up on the man's hips, encouraging him to buck into his mouth. ]
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Date: 2021-04-08 08:52 pm (UTC)Claude shudders hard, jerking in his grip, arching up to meet him as Byleth comes down on him again. Once he cracks though his remaining restraint crumbles away, one leg hooking around Byleth's body, the other still half folded underneath himself, using the leverage to drive up to meet each stroke.]
T-Teach... I-
[One hand releases the hold on the sheets to grab blindly for Byleth's shoulder, trying not to wrench on his hair but... well that's going to be the only warning he's going to get before Claude's next curse spikes up into a loud cry that makes him jerk himself halfway up off the bed as orgasm rushes through him.]
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Date: 2021-04-09 03:00 am (UTC)He's still wobbly even as he sits there, one hand still rubbing Claude's belly as he licks his lips with that usual dull expression. Still he manages to exude some measure of satisfaction regardless. ]
You look. Very cute like that. [ This delivered, wholly deadpan. ]
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