[ He feels that moan vibrate down his entire length and it has him hissing out a soft curse as his fingers tighten involuntarily.
He’s going to take that as a yes, then.
Feeling the way Eiden relaxes into the hold, opens himself up to more, he gives him what he wants. Thrusting into that wet heat with deliberate intent, he relishes the sensations from it. How good Eiden is with his tongue, knowing exactly where and when to apply pressure. It’s clear he knows what he’s doing and Sylvain indulges them both - chasing his pleasure and letting Eiden hear the evidence of it in a low, strained moan. He alternates with deep slow thrusts or faster shallow ones.
He could drag this out, if he wanted. He’s tempted. But he has no idea what will happen after seven minutes and also he’s more interested in an exchange of pleasure rather than just receiving it. So he lets himself slip deeper into it, not holding back, letting Eiden coax his orgasm closer without any resistance or restraint from him. Not quite there yet, but certainly getting closer with each skilled slide of the other man’s tongue or the squeeze of his throat around the head of his cock. Which he buries himself in far more often then he might otherwise, if only because Eiden makes the most delicious noises around him every time he does so. ]
[ he gets it, doesn't have to completely spell it out for him. with every thrust, eiden feels himself riding the edge of delight. he doesn't remember the last time he got on his knees for someone he barely knew. it's someone he's good friends with now, so he has no doubt in his mind that this will definitely go well. he chokes around him, a slight sputter with the increasing intensity, but he likes it, sinks fingers into his skin and dragging it upwards slowly. if he's going to be down here, he's going to trace the lines of his muscles with his fingers, graze his way up to cup him from behind with both hands as he's pressed into.
between his thighs, his arousal is unmistakable. this kind of service is what he lives for, and when he pops off his cock, taking it in hand to stroke it firmly against his cheek, he gives a ragged sigh. ]
You're fantastic... you wanna come like this? In my mouth or on my face...?
[ nosing gently at the base of his cock. ]
Or is there something else you want - a little variety with the time we've got left.
[ Sylvain considers that for a moment before tightening his grip once more and tilting Eiden’s head back, holding him at that angle as he studies his face. His own eyes are dark with hunger and his lips curve slightly as he rocks into Eiden’s hand. ]
And what is it you want? If you could have any one thing right now, what would it be? It doesn’t seem fair that I’m the only one getting what I want here.
[ he looks surprised for a moment at the way sylvain immediately turns it around. his head is pulled back and eiden studies sylvain with his own wide eyes. it's impossible not to tell him what he wants in this stupid little closet. he licks his lips. ]
Alright... alright. If you wanna be fair about it.
[ a joke, soft and light as he lets a hand stray to just wrap fingers around sylvain's cock. ]
Fuck me? [ he asks, breathless still, having to clear his throat. he looks so eager, hungry, even here in the dark. he can feel himself leaking ever so slightly, and god is it terrifying that this still fucking happens, wet from the tip of his cock? totally normal on earth. wet sliding down his his thigh? definitely not, and something that's only happened back in klein.
that place has really changed him. ah well. it's conveneint at least, if a little embarrassing. ] I can take it. Promise.
[ His grin grows a little further. And he’s not even surprised by that request - he’s certainly not adverse to it, either.
But it does provide a conundrum. Despite Eiden’s reassurance, that’s a little rougher than he’s comfortable with - at least like this. Or what he knows of this. ]
I don’t suppose you spotted any cases of lube or oils or something in here when you were hunting for your clothes? Because I think we need something more than just saliva, if we’re doing that.
[ He remembered seeing some in the nightstand of the room he’d woken up in, but that was still on the other side of a very locked door. ]
[ Sylvain blinks at his hand for a moment, confused. But he’s game, so he reaches out to give Eiden his hand once he reaches his feet, wondering what he’s about to be shown. ]
[ pulling him close, once again leaning against a wall, he guides sylvain's hand downwards, over his own hip, and around further until he can show him the thin trail of slick dampness against the curve of his ass. he shivers a bit even just thinking about it, the taste of him still there on his own tongue, the size of him pressed perfectly down his throat. ]
It's... I can explain later. But my body takes care of that kinda thing. You won't have trouble. Promise.
[ He’s not sure what he was expecting, but that… hadn’t been on the already short list.
His fingers slide against the slicked skin, as if Eiden had already been partially prepared for this. The explanation makes that part make sense, even if it just opened up a dozen more questions in its place.
Circling the tight ring of muscle, he presses a digit inside, up to the first knuckle, feeling Eiden shiver against him. Feeling the press of his cock trapped against Sylvain’s hip when he steps closer to better reach him. ]
Huh. [ He’s blinking, still trying to wrap his head around that. Then again, he woke up in bed with a guy with wings this morning, so he’s just going to have to start rolling with the weird surprises today, he supposes. ] Well, that’s… convenient.
Yeah, uh... it's taken a little getting used to...
[ it still catches him off guard when he feels it, when pleasure starts to spark through his body sharply, heat flushing him. his hands slide up a bit more, letting his own robe slide off of his shoulders finally, a laugh leaving his throat again.
his hips nudge and bump up against sylvain's hip, his body shivering. it's unfair, how ready to melt he is, how he's called out to tell him what he wants. the problem is he wants it all. ]
Syl—
[ he forgets what he was going to say next, instead lifting up on his toes and moaning as his fingers slides inside of him, teasing and testing. there's hardly resistance, but he squeezes that digit inside of him, clinging. it feels delicious. he wiggles his hips a bit, enticing, a little incapable of not fidgeting as he darts forward to take his mouth again with a desperate hum with another little "sylvain" sighed out. ]
[ Sylvain's voice is low and husky as he's the one that gives the reassurance this time. One arm wraps around Eiden's bare waist, dragging him close and pinning him against Sylvain's broad chest. He bends his head to kiss him, distracting him as he works his finger deeper, then adds another, stretching the slicked skin and muscle to prepare him for taking more.
And when he gets to the point he can move them easier in and out, he crooks his fingertips to brush against sensitive nerves - which he's going to assume is there despite the... unusual differences in Eiden's anatomy. ]
[ i hate this stupid yaoi game and it's stupid self-lubing holes
he's normally not as speechless, but sylvain knows immediately where to go, catching him and pinning him close, he lets his fingers splay as he explores with his hands, framing the warmth of his chest and climbing along his ribs as he meets his kiss. he takes his fingers well, moving with little aborted nudges of his hips - lifting a leg ever so slightly to spread for the second finger sliding in beside it. he has good balance, but sylvain pulling him close definitely is a nice reassurance. ]
That's it... [ and as fingers crook, eiden digs his own fingers in immediately, dull nails digging into skin with a soft sigh. he sinks onto those fingers, relishing in sylvain pressing against that deep, sweet spot. hello prostate my good friend. ] You've got fucking magical hands... wow...
Sylvain chuckles at that sighed comment, even as he works his fingers deeper, making a point of rubbing over that spot every few thrusts. Mostly because Eiden makes very good noises and he wants to hear all of them. He can feel how much the man's enjoying it by the hardness of his cock pressed against him and he rocks his own hips forward to slide his cock against him, teasing him both ways now as he bends his head to catch Eiden's lips in a slow, deep kiss. Giving him sensation upon sensation. ]
[ each rub weakens his resolve to stand and not just melt against him completely. his knee wobbles a bit, but stabilizes as he find the rhythm of their cocks brushing and jostling. he kisses him back, whining softly into his mouth as his teeth graze his lower lip before tkaing him again and again kiss after kiss. ]
Oh... fuck, oh no - [ a soft hitch of breath ] - Keep that up I'm gonna come really fast...
[ he tightens fingers in his hair, rolling his hips like an offering. ] Wanna come with you inside. [ he doesn't care at this point if the door gets opened, but he does know he wants to do this again, and some more. he's not done yet. ]
Mmmm. [ Sylvain smiles into that kiss, even as he withdraws his fingers, deciding he’d stretched the man enough. He hopes, anyway. But either way Eiden seems to like it a little rough and he’s slick enough that Sylvain is pretty sure he won’t have any trouble.
So he slides his hands down under the man’s thighs… and then hefts him up a little, bracing him against the door behind them so Eiden can wrap his legs around Sylvain’s waist.
Hey, if they’re gonna keep the door locked for several more minutes, might as well make good use of it, right? ]
Can’t have you coming too fast now, can we? Pretty sure we’ve got a few minutes left, at least…
[ Did they, though? Hard to tell. Not that he actually cared at the moment. Not when he makes sure Eiden is securely braced a moment before he rocks his hips inward, the tip of his cock sliding against the other man’s slicked entrance. ]
[ he cooperates with ease, almost overeager but managing to control himself. the moment sylvain shifts him upwards, he hooks his leg around him and shifts his weight, lets his other leg lock them both into place as he feels the head of him starting to push inwards. it's a good press, and eiden tips his head back to moan warmly against the door now. let them hear what they've gone ahead and started. not that eiden minds one bit. ]
Mmmhmm~I could really take my time with you...
[ as he shifts, allows himself to slide down onto his cock, he lets out a soft laugh, his body hugging nicely around sylvain. he can feel the slight discomfort of his own dampness, for a moment feeling the heat of his face surge from the sheer vulnerability of it. still, it's perfect for what he wants, what he needs and he shuts his eyes, willing away the uncertainty. it's perfect - this is perfect actually. ]
Sucks that we only have a little bit of time left... [ breathless now as he leans in to kiss him again, brushing lips and then hovering nose to nose. ] You better meet up with me later, I wanna - [ a whimper ] - pick your brain... mmm... [ god stop being so fucking talkative and get fucked you idiot. ]
[ Sylvain just laughs at the other man's attempts to talk as he rocks his hips, working himself deeper with each thrust. Eiden's still tight, but that's perfect, drags a strained groan from his lips as he feels the other man lock his limbs around him. He leans into it, shifting the angle of his next thrust up into him at the same time. ]
We have time to take our time, apparently. And if this is how they want us to play... well. I'm not complaining. Although are you sure it's my brain you're interested in for later?
[ Another laugh, low and husky, as he gives a deeper thrust now, a hint rougher and faster. Enjoying the sound of that needy little whimper and wanting to draw more from him. ]
[ eiden nods hurriedly, biting his lip as he feels the deeper thrust, his body trembling around him. every thrust made rougher earns another delighted sound. ]
Said what I said. I can multitask.
[ he can want his dick and he can want to find out what kind of person he is. eiden may jump into things dick first, but... well. sometimes that's how you learn about a person best. like a weirdo. he presses lips to his throat, biting down as he takes each thrust with a series of drawn out moans. he doesn't want to completely stifle himself, but part of him needs the assurance that not everyone in the hall can hear him. he shifts, pulling his lips away and murmuring - ]
Sylvain - ohh, yeah, listen... I want... all of you. All of it... Just like this...
[ Would it be so bad if everyone in the hall heard you, Eiden?
Still, those bites at his throat have equally deep moans coming from Sylvain to match him. His hips stutter in response before picking up the pace again, the sensation of Eiden tight and trembling around him driving him higher. He braces a little more carefully against the door, just in case his own legs start trembling but at the moment he's fine - and far too distracted by chasing their pleasure as he fucks up into the other man wrapped around him. ]
I feel like if you can still multitask, I'm not doing a good enough job.
[ There's laughter in his tone again as he reaches down between them, wrapping fingers around Eiden's cock and stroking him in time with his next thrust. That tight heat he sinks into each time is blissful enough that he knows how easily it would be to chase his own pleasure and lose himself in it, but he wants to make sure Eiden is right there with him. ]
[ syvlain is right, should be right. he can't even begin to think of a response when his hand goes for his dick, stroking him with the rhythm of his thrusts. his heel digs into him warmly, and his hips jerk happily in aborted twitches as he knows he's close, feels the sensation building up low in his belly. he's going to come and he presses his head back against the door, chest rising and falling quickly. he grabs him, a hand clawing at his back, another with knuckles pressed into his own mouth. ]
Nngh - [ the closest to a word that he can manage as sylvain sends him towards the apex of pleasure. he nods, a little sweat causing his hair to cling to his temples as he rides to the edge of his pleasure. he slips, the hand sliding to press against the door as finds himself releasing over sylvain's knuckles, a trembling yelp leaving his throat. he comes hard enough that his body bows in a tight arch, thighs pressing sylvain closer inside with heels digging in. he rubs himself right there against the head of his cock, trapping him inside for a few moments. ]
[ It's as much the view of Eiden starting to spiral, starting to come undone, that pushes Sylvain closer to his own completion as it is the way he shudders and clenches tight around his cock as he rides him. His pace speeds, rougher now, a little more erratic as his own orgasm starts to build. His eyes are dark but locked on the other man's face as his head tips back against the door. As those obscene little noises slip free of his lips and Sylvain resists the urge to reach up and swallow them all, because he wants to hear them.
The nails digging into the skin of his back get a low groan of pleasure as he arches up in sharp, rapid thrusts, feeling Eiden's body convulse as he spills over his hand, still stroking him - though the movements slow a little after. The way he rocks, though, clenched so tight as his body shudders with his orgasm is enough to give Sylvain that last little push he needed. He rocks, rough and deep, once more, twice, before sheathing himself fully inside and spilling with a low cry, one he muffles into the damp flesh of Eiden's shoulders, teeth biting lightly enough to leave a faint mark in the skin. ]
[ eiden lets out a luxurious sigh at being filled, at being bitten. there's a whimper of satisfaction at the teeth on his shoulder, and he doesn't let go, just adjusts himself on sylvain's cock and feels himself being emptied into. he can barely talk, instead just plying teeth again at sylvain's throat.
his head is spinning too much to notice or care if the door opens at all. thighs shake as he clings, squeezing around sylvain's cock as though refusing to let go of the idea of this particular fullness.
when he does lift his head, his eyes are blown out wide and his lips are wet, bruised. he pushes forward to take his mouth into another kiss, fingers climbing again to touch his hair, his jaw. his words teeter softly. ]
[ Sylvain’s quiet laugh is muffled into their kiss as he claims Eiden’s lips in turn. Still holding him pinned against the door, buried deep inside of him, but the solid surface is helping to keep him upright just as much as it is a place to pin the other man against.
He’s not sure he’d trust his legs right now otherwise.
His teeth scrape against Eiden’s lower lip as he playfully rocks his hips again, shifting how he’s sheathed in the other man but not pulling out yet. ]
Mmm. You make the most delicious sounds when you come. I’m definitely going to have to make you make more of those.
[ said smoothly at first with a little hiccup at the end as sylvain shifts himself inside of him. he can feel the release gathering, warm and wet from gravity, and he squirms. not uncomfortably, rather, how can he better accommodate the bulk inside of him. he pushes himself down just a bit further, like trying to seal himself up as he kisses him once more, hungry and open-mouthed, a reward for blissing him out. he's still riding the high, but he always feels a little high when someone stays inside of him.
he squeezes unconsciously, clutches around him with a giddy sigh. ]
In a bed, even? [ pushing a little bit of his hair back. he glances down just a bit and gives a tired little smile. ] How're the legs... you okay?
They’ll be fine if you give me a minute. Or if you don’t expect me to carry you to said bed.
[ Humor lingers in his tone as he murmurs the words into Eiden’s kiss, playfully nipping at his lip. Casting a glance sideways, he gives another quiet laugh when he sees the door is cracked open slightly, although he can see or hear no one beyond it. ]
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He’s going to take that as a yes, then.
Feeling the way Eiden relaxes into the hold, opens himself up to more, he gives him what he wants. Thrusting into that wet heat with deliberate intent, he relishes the sensations from it. How good Eiden is with his tongue, knowing exactly where and when to apply pressure. It’s clear he knows what he’s doing and Sylvain indulges them both - chasing his pleasure and letting Eiden hear the evidence of it in a low, strained moan. He alternates with deep slow thrusts or faster shallow ones.
He could drag this out, if he wanted. He’s tempted. But he has no idea what will happen after seven minutes and also he’s more interested in an exchange of pleasure rather than just receiving it. So he lets himself slip deeper into it, not holding back, letting Eiden coax his orgasm closer without any resistance or restraint from him. Not quite there yet, but certainly getting closer with each skilled slide of the other man’s tongue or the squeeze of his throat around the head of his cock. Which he buries himself in far more often then he might otherwise, if only because Eiden makes the most delicious noises around him every time he does so. ]
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between his thighs, his arousal is unmistakable. this kind of service is what he lives for, and when he pops off his cock, taking it in hand to stroke it firmly against his cheek, he gives a ragged sigh. ]
You're fantastic... you wanna come like this? In my mouth or on my face...?
[ nosing gently at the base of his cock. ]
Or is there something else you want - a little variety with the time we've got left.
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And what is it you want? If you could have any one thing right now, what would it be? It doesn’t seem fair that I’m the only one getting what I want here.
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Alright... alright. If you wanna be fair about it.
[ a joke, soft and light as he lets a hand stray to just wrap fingers around sylvain's cock. ]
Fuck me? [ he asks, breathless still, having to clear his throat. he looks so eager, hungry, even here in the dark. he can feel himself leaking ever so slightly, and god is it terrifying that this still fucking happens, wet from the tip of his cock? totally normal on earth. wet sliding down his his thigh? definitely not, and something that's only happened back in klein.
that place has really changed him. ah well. it's conveneint at least, if a little embarrassing. ] I can take it. Promise.
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[ His grin grows a little further. And he’s not even surprised by that request - he’s certainly not adverse to it, either.
But it does provide a conundrum. Despite Eiden’s reassurance, that’s a little rougher than he’s comfortable with - at least like this. Or what he knows of this. ]
I don’t suppose you spotted any cases of lube or oils or something in here when you were hunting for your clothes? Because I think we need something more than just saliva, if we’re doing that.
[ He remembered seeing some in the nightstand of the room he’d woken up in, but that was still on the other side of a very locked door. ]
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[ he holds out his hand, slowly getting to his feet. ]
Gimme your hand. I can show you.
[ just sucking sylvain off, combined with riding his thigh while kissing is enough to definitely have worked him up. ]
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It's... I can explain later. But my body takes care of that kinda thing. You won't have trouble. Promise.
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His fingers slide against the slicked skin, as if Eiden had already been partially prepared for this. The explanation makes that part make sense, even if it just opened up a dozen more questions in its place.
Circling the tight ring of muscle, he presses a digit inside, up to the first knuckle, feeling Eiden shiver against him. Feeling the press of his cock trapped against Sylvain’s hip when he steps closer to better reach him. ]
Huh. [ He’s blinking, still trying to wrap his head around that. Then again, he woke up in bed with a guy with wings this morning, so he’s just going to have to start rolling with the weird surprises today, he supposes. ] Well, that’s… convenient.
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[ it still catches him off guard when he feels it, when pleasure starts to spark through his body sharply, heat flushing him. his hands slide up a bit more, letting his own robe slide off of his shoulders finally, a laugh leaving his throat again.
his hips nudge and bump up against sylvain's hip, his body shivering. it's unfair, how ready to melt he is, how he's called out to tell him what he wants. the problem is he wants it all. ]
Syl—
[ he forgets what he was going to say next, instead lifting up on his toes and moaning as his fingers slides inside of him, teasing and testing. there's hardly resistance, but he squeezes that digit inside of him, clinging. it feels delicious. he wiggles his hips a bit, enticing, a little incapable of not fidgeting as he darts forward to take his mouth again with a desperate hum with another little "sylvain" sighed out. ]
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[ Sylvain's voice is low and husky as he's the one that gives the reassurance this time. One arm wraps around Eiden's bare waist, dragging him close and pinning him against Sylvain's broad chest. He bends his head to kiss him, distracting him as he works his finger deeper, then adds another, stretching the slicked skin and muscle to prepare him for taking more.
And when he gets to the point he can move them easier in and out, he crooks his fingertips to brush against sensitive nerves - which he's going to assume is there despite the... unusual differences in Eiden's anatomy. ]
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i hate this stupid yaoi game and it's stupid self-lubing holeshe's normally not as speechless, but sylvain knows immediately where to go, catching him and pinning him close, he lets his fingers splay as he explores with his hands, framing the warmth of his chest and climbing along his ribs as he meets his kiss. he takes his fingers well, moving with little aborted nudges of his hips - lifting a leg ever so slightly to spread for the second finger sliding in beside it. he has good balance, but sylvain pulling him close definitely is a nice reassurance. ]
That's it... [ and as fingers crook, eiden digs his own fingers in immediately, dull nails digging into skin with a soft sigh. he sinks onto those fingers, relishing in sylvain pressing against that deep, sweet spot. hello prostate my good friend. ] You've got fucking magical hands... wow...
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no you don'tSylvain chuckles at that sighed comment, even as he works his fingers deeper, making a point of rubbing over that spot every few thrusts. Mostly because Eiden makes very good noises and he wants to hear all of them. He can feel how much the man's enjoying it by the hardness of his cock pressed against him and he rocks his own hips forward to slide his cock against him, teasing him both ways now as he bends his head to catch Eiden's lips in a slow, deep kiss. Giving him sensation upon sensation. ]
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Oh... fuck, oh no - [ a soft hitch of breath ] - Keep that up I'm gonna come really fast...
[ he tightens fingers in his hair, rolling his hips like an offering. ] Wanna come with you inside. [ he doesn't care at this point if the door gets opened, but he does know he wants to do this again, and some more. he's not done yet. ]
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So he slides his hands down under the man’s thighs… and then hefts him up a little, bracing him against the door behind them so Eiden can wrap his legs around Sylvain’s waist.
Hey, if they’re gonna keep the door locked for several more minutes, might as well make good use of it, right? ]
Can’t have you coming too fast now, can we? Pretty sure we’ve got a few minutes left, at least…
[ Did they, though? Hard to tell. Not that he actually cared at the moment. Not when he makes sure Eiden is securely braced a moment before he rocks his hips inward, the tip of his cock sliding against the other man’s slicked entrance. ]
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Mmmhmm~I could really take my time with you...
[ as he shifts, allows himself to slide down onto his cock, he lets out a soft laugh, his body hugging nicely around sylvain. he can feel the slight discomfort of his own dampness, for a moment feeling the heat of his face surge from the sheer vulnerability of it. still, it's perfect for what he wants, what he needs and he shuts his eyes, willing away the uncertainty. it's perfect - this is perfect actually. ]
Sucks that we only have a little bit of time left... [ breathless now as he leans in to kiss him again, brushing lips and then hovering nose to nose. ] You better meet up with me later, I wanna - [ a whimper ] - pick your brain... mmm... [ god stop being so fucking talkative and get fucked you idiot. ]
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We have time to take our time, apparently. And if this is how they want us to play... well. I'm not complaining. Although are you sure it's my brain you're interested in for later?
[ Another laugh, low and husky, as he gives a deeper thrust now, a hint rougher and faster. Enjoying the sound of that needy little whimper and wanting to draw more from him. ]
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Said what I said. I can multitask.
[ he can want his dick and he can want to find out what kind of person he is. eiden may jump into things dick first, but... well. sometimes that's how you learn about a person best. like a weirdo. he presses lips to his throat, biting down as he takes each thrust with a series of drawn out moans. he doesn't want to completely stifle himself, but part of him needs the assurance that not everyone in the hall can hear him. he shifts, pulling his lips away and murmuring - ]
Sylvain - ohh, yeah, listen... I want... all of you. All of it... Just like this...
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Still, those bites at his throat have equally deep moans coming from Sylvain to match him. His hips stutter in response before picking up the pace again, the sensation of Eiden tight and trembling around him driving him higher. He braces a little more carefully against the door, just in case his own legs start trembling but at the moment he's fine - and far too distracted by chasing their pleasure as he fucks up into the other man wrapped around him. ]
I feel like if you can still multitask, I'm not doing a good enough job.
[ There's laughter in his tone again as he reaches down between them, wrapping fingers around Eiden's cock and stroking him in time with his next thrust. That tight heat he sinks into each time is blissful enough that he knows how easily it would be to chase his own pleasure and lose himself in it, but he wants to make sure Eiden is right there with him. ]
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Nngh - [ the closest to a word that he can manage as sylvain sends him towards the apex of pleasure. he nods, a little sweat causing his hair to cling to his temples as he rides to the edge of his pleasure. he slips, the hand sliding to press against the door as finds himself releasing over sylvain's knuckles, a trembling yelp leaving his throat. he comes hard enough that his body bows in a tight arch, thighs pressing sylvain closer inside with heels digging in. he rubs himself right there against the head of his cock, trapping him inside for a few moments. ]
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The nails digging into the skin of his back get a low groan of pleasure as he arches up in sharp, rapid thrusts, feeling Eiden's body convulse as he spills over his hand, still stroking him - though the movements slow a little after. The way he rocks, though, clenched so tight as his body shudders with his orgasm is enough to give Sylvain that last little push he needed. He rocks, rough and deep, once more, twice, before sheathing himself fully inside and spilling with a low cry, one he muffles into the damp flesh of Eiden's shoulders, teeth biting lightly enough to leave a faint mark in the skin. ]
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his head is spinning too much to notice or care if the door opens at all. thighs shake as he clings, squeezing around sylvain's cock as though refusing to let go of the idea of this particular fullness.
when he does lift his head, his eyes are blown out wide and his lips are wet, bruised. he pushes forward to take his mouth into another kiss, fingers climbing again to touch his hair, his jaw. his words teeter softly. ]
That's Heaven... it's gotta be...
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He’s not sure he’d trust his legs right now otherwise.
His teeth scrape against Eiden’s lower lip as he playfully rocks his hips again, shifting how he’s sheathed in the other man but not pulling out yet. ]
Mmm. You make the most delicious sounds when you come. I’m definitely going to have to make you make more of those.
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[ said smoothly at first with a little hiccup at the end as sylvain shifts himself inside of him. he can feel the release gathering, warm and wet from gravity, and he squirms. not uncomfortably, rather, how can he better accommodate the bulk inside of him. he pushes himself down just a bit further, like trying to seal himself up as he kisses him once more, hungry and open-mouthed, a reward for blissing him out. he's still riding the high, but he always feels a little high when someone stays inside of him.
he squeezes unconsciously, clutches around him with a giddy sigh. ]
In a bed, even? [ pushing a little bit of his hair back. he glances down just a bit and gives a tired little smile. ] How're the legs... you okay?
[ he's been there, it's shaky business. ]
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[ Humor lingers in his tone as he murmurs the words into Eiden’s kiss, playfully nipping at his lip. Casting a glance sideways, he gives another quiet laugh when he sees the door is cracked open slightly, although he can see or hear no one beyond it. ]
Looks like our seven minutes satisfied them, too.
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