[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. ]
[Byleth swallows him down and Claude finally lets go of the blankets, both hands coming up to card through his hair, shaking and clumsy. Hands that fall away as he sits up and Claude blinks up at him in the dim light, bleary and unfocused and every so often he twitches a little as though he can't quite get used to the hand on his belly. "Cute" he says and there's something almost delirious about the way that makes Claude laugh. Too breathless and jelly-limbed to really get more than a few chuckles out.
One hand lifts to rub at his face as he tries to collect himself only for him to freeze, a strangled little sound catching in his throat as he abruptly remembers that... there was still rather a lot of fluid on his face. Cool and tacky and he makes another whine of displeasure as he reaches for a pillow, deciding for Byleth right then that the pillowcase is to be sacrificed to the laundry so he can wipe his face.]
Still cute?
[Huffed as he tosses the, now naked, pillow at Byleth's face.]
[ He sits up. Claude has... a nice laugh. It fills him with a nice bubbly feeling. And then he gets a pillow in the face.
He doesn't care much about laundry, especially now that it's so convenient, so he just gives Claude a wry smile, pushing the pillow aside and crawling over to push him back down on the bed, still a little unsteady. ]
[Claude makes a soft, curious little sound in his throat but he doesn't argue it. Why "more so" now? What does that mean? Because he's still dazed in the aftermath and had far too much to drink? Or... because he threw a pillow at Byleth?
But he doesn't protest being pressed back into the bed, content to toss the soiled pillow case away and curl an arm around Byleth instead. Even if somewhere in the back of his mind there's already that nagging voice wondering "what now?"]
[ Now? Now Byleth is getting comfortable, nudging his nose under Claude's chin into the crook of his neck and heaving a satisfied sigh.
He doesn't really say much else, he just. Lays there, maybe he's asleep? It's hard to say, but he's made it very clear that the other man is to stay there and rest with him, the way his arm is draped over him. Claude is warm and soft after all, and he's still hazy with alcohol, so he does let sleep take him after a while, halfway curled around Claude. ]
[Claude is... very much not accustomed to letting anyone even be in the same room as him while he sleeps. There are, perhaps, two people he would allow so close when he was so vulnerable. And neither of them are here.
While Byleth makes himself comfortable Claude has no intention of sleeping. He busies himself with situating their clothes a little more, on or off depending on what he can reach but not with both of them having their pants around their knees at least. A little squirming to get a blanket around them, cozy and warm.
It'll take time and he might even doze more than he wants to admit... but eventually, when he's able to, he will wriggle his way out from under the professor. And when Byleth wakes there will be a large glass of water and a thermos of herbal tea that should help with his hangover.
If he has one. Can Nabateans get hangovers? Does Byleth count? Who even knows anymore.]
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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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Date: 2021-04-11 11:39 pm (UTC)One hand lifts to rub at his face as he tries to collect himself only for him to freeze, a strangled little sound catching in his throat as he abruptly remembers that... there was still rather a lot of fluid on his face. Cool and tacky and he makes another whine of displeasure as he reaches for a pillow, deciding for Byleth right then that the pillowcase is to be sacrificed to the laundry so he can wipe his face.]
Still cute?
[Huffed as he tosses the, now naked, pillow at Byleth's face.]
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Date: 2021-04-13 03:46 am (UTC)He doesn't care much about laundry, especially now that it's so convenient, so he just gives Claude a wry smile, pushing the pillow aside and crawling over to push him back down on the bed, still a little unsteady. ]
Yes. Very. Even more so, now.
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Date: 2021-04-14 07:20 pm (UTC)But he doesn't protest being pressed back into the bed, content to toss the soiled pillow case away and curl an arm around Byleth instead. Even if somewhere in the back of his mind there's already that nagging voice wondering "what now?"]
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Date: 2021-04-15 03:53 am (UTC)He doesn't really say much else, he just. Lays there, maybe he's asleep? It's hard to say, but he's made it very clear that the other man is to stay there and rest with him, the way his arm is draped over him. Claude is warm and soft after all, and he's still hazy with alcohol, so he does let sleep take him after a while, halfway curled around Claude. ]
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Date: 2021-04-16 03:58 pm (UTC)While Byleth makes himself comfortable Claude has no intention of sleeping. He busies himself with situating their clothes a little more, on or off depending on what he can reach but not with both of them having their pants around their knees at least. A little squirming to get a blanket around them, cozy and warm.
It'll take time and he might even doze more than he wants to admit... but eventually, when he's able to, he will wriggle his way out from under the professor. And when Byleth wakes there will be a large glass of water and a thermos of herbal tea that should help with his hangover.
If he has one. Can Nabateans get hangovers? Does Byleth count? Who even knows anymore.]