[ 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: 2021-04-09 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.]