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He's not wrong, Sylvain does know what he's doing. There's few with the level of experience he's had, even before he'd been brought to this place all those months ago. But he's also an excellent judge at picking up what his partner wants and needs in any given scenario. So he doesn't miss the way Cale struggles to steal back control, something Sylvain was far too accustomed to taking out of default. A hazard of usually being the more experienced partner when he finds himself in encounters like this.
But he's nothing if not adaptable, so he finds himself smiling when he feels the redhead change tactics. Lets himself be tugged and maneuvered where Cale apparently wants him, and he would have chuckled at the ingenuity of what he's trying to do if that wouldn't have him choking on his sudden mouthful of sake.
But while he lets Cale get away with it, he does make sure it's a real kiss, once he swallows down the sweet liquid, lips hungry and inviting as they explore Cale's reddened lips. Even this contact feels amazing, the slide of heated skin on skin enough to elicit a dizzying euphoria he suspected neither one of them were going to be able to get enough of. ]
[ To be fair, Cale can't actually remember when his last encounter had been. A decade ago, maybe? Once the insecurity over Kim Rok Soo's scars had come into play, he can't say that he bothered to look for companionship. Of any variety. Cale Henituse, however, has a pretty face and a nice body. The Heart of Vitality guarantees that he won't have those scars even when injured.
All of that to say Cale is a touch rusty. So maybe he should have seen the kiss coming, but it's less Sylvain and more the feel of a mouth on his. Skin to skin contact is one thing, but lips? A completely different texture altogether and that has his attention, a moan muffled between them.
Maybe the cake mixed with the sake had just created a situation much like a feedback loop. Cale kisses back, a bit more awkwardly, but no less into it, as his other hand might dip into Sylvain's robe. ]
[ He swallows that moan, echoing it a moment later as Cale chases the kiss, as caught up in it as Sylvain is. There's part of him still assessing this, always watchful and aware of his partner, something so ingrained in him that even he doesn't know how to entirely turn it off.
But that doesn't mean that most of him isn't focuses in the here and now, the slide of Cale's hand as he leans closer. His teeth scrape lightly against Cale's lower lip, even as his free hand comes to tangle in Cale's hair now. Gripping firmly, even as he angles him slightly. Deepens the kiss in a way he knows will be even more intense for both of them.
his other hand slides down to Cale's hip even as he angles more towards him. Tugs, nudging him closer, because he's pretty sure neither one of them are going to be able to stand any space between them for long.
But just in case...
he steals the jug of sake from Cale's hand and lifts it to the redhead's lips with a smirk. ]
Drink, [ he murmurs, even as he kisses and nips and sucks his way back the redhead's jaw. ]
[ That's a different level of awareness than what Cale's cultivated. Yes, he can watch and read the person across the table from him, but when making deals. When he's trying to swindle someone. Not in a situation like this. Give him time, maybe...
He has to suck in a breath through his nose - a sharp thing that becomes more of a staccato sound than anything else - as Sylvain deepens the kiss. Cale is NOT into pain, thank you, but the grip actually feels more like pleasant tingles dancing along his scalp. He can feel it all the way down his spine, giving a hard shudder at the feel of teeth on his lip. It's Cale that slips his tongue into Sylvain's mouth. That has another little bolt of heat blooming and spreading, as he's not going to be outdone.
His hand, inside Sylvain's robe, is mapping out the lines and planes of Sylvain's abs. Ribs. Definitely getting a measure of how this man is built while also enjoying the feel against his fingertips and palms. Thankfully, he'll comply with the hand on his own hip, that burning need for more contact making the idea more of a mutual one.
But then the jar is out of his hands. The kiss stops and lips are replaced with cool ceramic. Cale scoffs, a little light headed but also a touch distracted with the way there's now a moving mouth on his skin. ]
That would defeat the purpose of my previous actions...
[ He doesn't need to be more under than he already is! ]
[ In contrast, this was always the most dangerous stage of all Sylvain’s own deals. The one place he’d never allow his control to falter. That had softened somewhat here in this place - no longer did he have to worry so much about plots and plans and politics motivating whoever he took to his bed. No, the greed here was after something entirely different and that, somehow, made the whole thing easier.
But this, this is all in fun, even if he watches out for the man purely for his own sake. Wants to make sure this encounter, at the very least, is enjoyable. Memorable for the right reasons.
He doesn’t pull the jar away just yet. ]
Does that mean you're giving up on our little competition over who can better hold their liquor?
It's not about the alcoholic contents at this point...
[ And they both know it. This isn't about one's alcohol tolerance, which Cale is still certain that he'd win. He hadn't accounted for how quick-acting or how intense the side effects would be. Now he could stop here, as he realizes that his ancient power isn't going to work in all situations, but well. Surely there's nothing wrong with enjoying it all a bit longer.
So he pluck the jar from Sylvain's hand. And downs it, setting the jar the table with a hard clack. ]
[ That gets a bark of surprised laughter from Sylvain as he watches Cale just down the remnants of his sake. he hadn’t been expecting that, but then again the redhead had been full of fun surprises so far. ]
With pleasure.
[ He murmurs the words as he lifts the jar, downing what’s left of his own in a few swallows as well. Not to be outdone, of course. But once he sets the empty jar aside, he reaches for Cale and playfully drags him onto Sylvain’s lap. Because the contact feels even better now, and he was tired of leaving any distance between them. Especially when they’d sufficiantly finished their snacks. For now.
Fingers tangling in red hair once more, he drags Cale down for another kiss. ]
[ He's licking his own lips, chasing the remnants of the sake from them. Despite everything, Cale hasn't lost his smug demeanor of the gleam to his eye. That's why he watches with interest as Sylvain does the same - though with more swallows than Cale had bothered with. Then one moment he's sitting on this bench and the next, Cale is in Sylvain's lap, hands on the man's shoulders.
There's a slight squeeze as if to say "excuse you, a warning" but there's no actual displeasure in it. Especially because all of the additional points of contact feels good and there's another rush of warm that rattles his frame.
Maybe Sylvain can feel it against his lips - that little smirk. ]
If you would have asked nicely, maybe I would have treated you.
[ This is a much better angle for kissing, Cale finds. Much better since he can angle his head in a way to press against Sylvain. Hands leave shoulders, once more sliding against the sheer fabric for multiple sensations that will make them both shudder. He brings those hands up Sylvain's neck before slipping down again, this time beneath that robe. ]
[ Sylvain’s tired of the robe. Even though everything feels exquisite on his skin right now, he doesn’t want the fabric. he wants the delicious heat of the other man’s hands on his skin. Which is why he doesn’t hesitate in shrugging the robe back off his shoulders, letting it slide down his back to pool at his waist.
His own hands are greedy as they tug Cale closer by his grip in his hair. Not painfully - Sylvain is an expert at straddling that line where sensation becomes intense, sharp even, but never toppling over the edge into actual discomfort. As someone not into pain, either, he’s all too aware of where those limits can be.
And his mouth is hungry and demanding on Cale’s. Tongue delving past his lips as he deepens the kiss once more. This time like he’s chasing whatever drops of sake are left on Cale’s tongue. ]
[ It's a good thing that they are in a secluded area. Chances are that this is what they are designed for, right? Trysts and rendezvous. Cale isn't particularly thinking about people seeing them at the moment. Later, he might. In that later he might through a small fit over it, depending on how things go.
At least Cale is being treated to someone who takes care of himself. Appreciated, Sylvain, that he can now feel more of those toned muscles under fair skin. And with a groan because of hands in his hair and a tongue now working its way into his mouth, he's going to do just that. Sink thumbs into Sylvain's flesh and see how much give there is and run pristine fingernails down sides - not enough to cause any damage.
It's a hungry kiss, only encouraged by drink and snack. The feel of tongue rolling over tongue just serving as an outlet to chase after that feeling that makes toes curl and a moan lodging itself in Cale's throat. ]
[ Cale will figure out eventually that most people around here don’t care. Or they’re the kind that gets off on voyeurism. Hard to tell sometimes. Privacy wasn’t exactly something taken into account in most places around here, except for their individual rooms and suites. But there were still some secluded places you could seek out of you were dedicated enough.
Despite having been trapped in stone for Goddess knows how long, at least none of it seemed to have affected Sylvain’s physicality. Oh, sure, his skin is still littered with a number of old scars from the war and his time back home, but he’s still as built and muscular as he’s always been, something he still works on maintaining, even if he doesn’t have the same need for training as he’d once had back home.
Those back and arm muscles flex as his own hands slide down over Cale’s shoulders and spine, the heat of his touch seeping through the fabric of the robe the redhead still wears. Teasing him with how close that touch is, although not quite making contact with his skin, even as he gives a returning smirk into that hungry kiss. ]
[ Scars, ironically, don't bother him when they are on others. They bother him when they had been on him. Kim Rok Soo had so much more than Sylvain does. Though his fingers touching and tracing along them right now has more to do with the sensory input and output than anything really making him stop and pause to think about it. Cale doesn't really want to anyway.
He tsks. Cale feels the warmth of those hands along his spine and it's not like he's unaware of where this is going. Or, rather, where it could go. ]
A damned tease, aren't you?
[ As if Cale doesn't have the capacity to be himself, right? This time it's Cale's thumbnails catching on nipples, biting at Sylvain's bottom lip. Apparently he's decided that he's going to show more of his true colors at the moment - someone who is not actually as passive as he makes himself appear. ]
[ There's a shiver that slips down Sylvain's spine as those clever fingers trace over old scars. Not that they were normally sensitive still - they're not, they've been long healed, even before coming here - but whatever'd been in the food or drink definitely make all the touches an entirely different experience. Sensual in a way that makes him want to lean into each of those brushes like a cat preening in the sunlight.
The accusation just has him chuckling, the sound low and husky and muffled into their kiss. but the the redhead takes it up a notch and Sylvain's breath hitches in his throat before melting into a soft moan. His fingers flex at Cale's narrow waist before he's dragging him closer still, their chests flush now, pressed along every inch of skin he can reach.
Impatient fingers tug Cale's robe out of the way, parting it and getting it partially tugged off, at least enough that his hands have the heated expanse of Cale's back to skim over now, fingers splayed in a heated touch as he presses him close against Sylvain's torso.
And with Cale perched so snugly on Sylvain's lap now, it'd be hard to miss how turned on by this he is, growing hard where he presses up against the redhead's ass. ]
[ Don’t tell anyone, but Cale is actually a very affectionate person. Especially with those he feels close to. He and Sylvain might have just met, but the combined side effects have certainly triggered this response from Cale. The feel of smooth skin suddenly turning into a new texture is oddly fascinating. But it stops when Sylvain makes a nose. Cale takes the opportunity to pull back a bit. To breathe, to try to get some clarity in his mind after it had started to slowly fill with a warm haze.
His lips are slightly parted, skin flush. Cale feels hands on his waist and he YELPS as Sylvain manhandles him into pressing flush against each other. Between that and feeling that growing interest at his backside, Cale releases a breathy moan, lashes fluttering and body shaking.
He swallows. Hard. ]
I don’t know what you’re talking about.
[ Sylvain isn’t the only one into it. The other man can probably feel Cales own ‘interest’ against his stomach. Cale blames it on this 20 yr old body and not having any for who knows how long at this point. Though it doesn’t stop there. Cale is helping Sylvain, wiggling a bit so assist with working that robe off. Those hands on his back are hot. Searing, even.
Cale bites his own lip, trying to control the way he’s shivering at the touch. His own hands move to Sylvain’s shoulders again, squeezing until they slide to shoulder blades. Back up Svlvain’s neck until he takes hold of red strands of hair and pressing thumbs to right below Sylvain’s ears. ]
[ It's said playfully, rather than accusingly, because Sylvain is an expert at spotting those who have traits similar to his own. Even if they're expressed in different ways. he doesn't think it's a bad thing - on the contrary, its one of the most valuable skills to survive in this place, he's pretty sure.
But he's also very much enjoying each reaction he wrings from the other redhead. The sounds of surprised pleasure, of want as that heat grows between them. The way he shivers and presses into the slide of Sylvain's fingers on his flesh. The way he can feel his hardness already pressing against his stomach when he wiggles on his lap. And oh, that drags another groan from Sylvain's lips at the delicious friction, hips rocking up to grind against the curve of Cale's ass in retribution. Although he's tormenting himself with how good that feels, too. ]
You know exactly- [ A nip to his jaw as his fingers tug Cale's head back to expose the pale line of his slim throat, at the perfect angle for Sylvain to kiss and suck and nip his way down it's length, even as his other hand tugs that robe the rest of the way free and discards it on the bench beside them. Sylvain had managed to find underwear before finding the other redhead, but he's not thinking clearly enough to wonder if Cale had anything under his robe or not. ] -what I'm talking about.
[ Like definitely can recognize like. Cale had realized he and Alberu had similar traits. He’s gotten that from Sylvain as well. They aren’t necessarily bad traits or good traits. Some are just easier to work with than others. Knowing that Sylvain might be a lot like dealing with Alberu, Cale doesn’t have to pretend quite as much.
There’s a curse on his lips as Sylvain rocks their bodies against one another, a sharp jolt of pleasure that works its way to between his legs thighs squeeze involuntarily as Cale rocks back.
He’s vaguely aware of the sound of his voice, keening at the attention being paid to his neck. Sensitive - it’s a place that’s nearly always covered. Cale prefers high collars most of the time, even if he does expose some of his chest now and again. Now he tilts his head as his breathe is stolen from him, eyes rolling back and hands gripping Sylvain’s hair a bit tighter. Whatever marks are there will likely disappear quickly, but in the heat of the moment, it has him making little breathy sounds. ]
You’re… Enjoying it. Don’t complain.
[ But he is not going to be the only one getting rid of a robe here. As soon as Sylvain works Cale’s off - no underwear here - Cales hands are working the sash about Sylvain’s waist. If that means that he’s pressing back against Sylvain’s erection, so be it. The brat wants to complain about being teased? Then he can deal with more. ]
And what part of that, precisely, sounded like a complaint?
[ it's impressive he can focus enough to keep the banter going, even if Sylvain suspects that's a barely on both their parts. With the heat building, every slide of skin, every brush of hands, ever press of bodies squirming closer... all of it is distracting in all the best ways and Sylvain can already feel the temptation to let himself slip into it fully. It's only his determination to see Cale enjoy every moment of this that has him clinging to that last shred of control.
Especially when Cale makes those sounds, the breathy keening noises as Sylvain works his way down his throat. Sensitive spot noted, how convenient, something he can use against him later - all in play, of course. That it makes Cale grip onto his hair and hold on, sending delicious tingles and shudders along Sylvain's own nerves, is definitely a nice bonus.
He'd almost forgotten Cale was likely bare under his robe until he tugs it away and then his hands immediately come back to grasp at his ass, dragging him closer as he grinds him down against Sylvain's own hardened cock. Groaning at the friction, the heat that sinks in despite the silk boxers he wears, and what's left of his robe pooled around his waist.
A robe which Cale seems determined to get rid of now. Not that Sylvain has any attention of stopping him. But he is going to make it hard for him to focus, as his lips and tongue and teeth pause to suck redness into the pale flesh under his lips, leaving a love mark against Cale's throat. ]
[ See, he would be able to say something back to that, but Sylvain is correct. The banter can keep going on for only so long. It's difficult to think that clearly when someone - Sylvain - is just taking a handful of ass and causing their bodies to grind together. Cale snaps his eyes shut, jaw tightening as a rather embarrassing noise threatens to work its way out. Hands gripping on the ties of Sylvain's robe, Cale is trying to keep a level head. Well, as level as it can be. Sylvain is beginning to pry Cale's control apart with that mouth to his neck, working a mark there. ]
Excuse - !
[ The rest of it never sees the light of day. Cale is slapping one of his hands over his mouth to muffle a moan from teeth against his throat. The sensation is a little mind numbing and overwhelming because of that cake. He has to wait for Sylvain to finish. So he can suck in a breath; though the air around them has warmed considerably and getting cool air into his lungs so that he can not -
He puts a hand to Sylvain's shoulder and shoves him back against the bench in one last attempt to not get entirely swept up himself. ]
Do you mind? I am trying to get something done here.
[ Which means he'll definitely slap at Sylvain's hands and shove that mouth away until he gets that damn robe off! ]
[ That muffled moan is exactly the sort of response he’d been hoping for - well, maybe not the muffled part, but it was a start. They’d work on that.
Before he has a chance to take it further, however, the redhead gives him a shove, swatting at Sylvain’s hands so he can stop from being distracted. Apparently. The response is unexpected and startled a husky laugh out of Sylvain as he falls back against the back of the cushioned bench - and then decides he can still use this to his advantage.
Which is why he twists slightly and lets himself slide all the way back along the length of the bench, stretching out prone instead of seated - and pulling Cale down with him so he was literally sprawled over his hips now and stretched out atop him. ]
Oh, no. [ His voice is a satisfied little purr as he gestures for Cale to continue, not interfering in whatever he was so set on doing. ] I don’t mind at all.
[ Yes, thank you, Sylvain. Because now Cale is in quite the position, his own thighs quite splayed open to accommodate the continued straddling of Sylvain's lap. Asshole had done that on purpose and Cale purposefully tweaks Sylvain's nipples for being such a brat. He even tsks! ]
You are not cute at all.
[ At least he's able to get Sylvain's robe fully open. He pushes it completely aside to realize -
Oh. Now what? Sylvain's wearing boxers. It's only now that this clicks in his brain. Really, it should have sooner. He had felt the grind against his ass it's not like he's not hyper aware of everything that touches his skin. ]
Of course it's like this.
[ As least it's enough to clear some of the haze. Not entirely, because Cale decides that he'll get his revenge by rocking his backside against Sylvain's hardness. Then grab the other redhead's jaw in a frustrated and heated kiss. ]
You know, if you ask nicely, I can help you get them off.
[ He is absolutely adorable and you can’t convince him otherwise. He’s just grinning up at Cale smugly as he watches the expressions chase their way across the redhead’s face when he realizes that the robe wasn’t his only obstacle.
The torment to his nipples gets a soft hiss from him - those are sensitive anyway, even if he’d woken up without his usual piercings there. The sound gets muffled by the redhead leaning down to kiss him hungrily in frustration and Sylvain is more than happy to indulge that, nipping at Cale’s lower lip again before deciding to try something else. Even if he’s pretty sure Cale’s gonna have protests about it. ]
Or we could just do this…
[ His arms slide under those splayed legs to drag Cale higher up Sylvain’s body until he’s straddling his titties torso. And bringing that erection he’d felt earlier perfectly in range for him to lean forward and swipe his tongue along the exposed length of it with a pleased little hum. ]
[ Yeah? Well Cale huffs when there is that brief pause. ]
I'm not that nice.
[ Echoing and mirroring Sylvain's statement from earlier. Cale doesn't believe that he is, after all. He's complete and utter trash. A selfish, loathsome being. Sylvain will have to figure that out eventually. For now, he's not quite done kissing Sylvain. A tongue has worked itself into the other man's mouth, Cale breathing out a sigh as he tries to rile it up again. There's a groan that's swallowed up by the kiss before he's leaning back and Sylvain's chases after lips for that nip.
Cale huffs. Frowns. ]
Do what?
[ It's the second time he's gasping in surprise. Not because Sylvain attacks him, but because the man is quite readily lifting him into the air like he is nothing. His thighs are actually searching for something to squeeze around, as though that will help brace him. Cale is hunching over, a little panicked. ]
What are you do- hnnnnng!
[ Well. Two guesses as to why his very vocal complaint turned into him latching onto the back of the bench and moaning. ]
[ His arms wind around to grip Cale’s upper thighs, pinning them against his ribs, even as he helps the redhead balance above him. He’s grinning at that sound, more than satisfied with that response and he doesn’t pull away, merely swirls his tongue around the reddened tip as he keeps Cale perched right where he wants him. ]
Much better, hmm?
[ Yes, he’s a smug bastard.
But he doesn’t give Cale a chance to retort because he wraps his lips around the head of his cock, letting just the tip of him sink into wet heat. ]
[ What the hell is up with this guy's strength!? Okay, Cale might not be the tallest or even strongest person around when it comes to physical prowess. So there's not a lot of muscle mass that would make him particularly heavy. However, he's a grown man and can't be that light? ]
Much better for who?
[ Oh this is entirely one-sided now and Cale does not like it one bit. That's a lie, of course. He's enjoying the feel of Sylvain's tongue and lips immensely. There's something about a hot mouth on the most sensitive portion of his body that has him choking back another frustrated moan behind a hand.
It's so disarming and a shock to his system in the best way possible and there's that craving to just rock into it. That's why Cale doesn't like it. ]
[ He's used to muscling stubborn warhorses around, wearing full plate armor, and wielding lances one-handed, that's what. Even over a year in this place hasn't made a dent in a lifetime of honing himself to be a weapon all on his own. ]
Was that a complaint?
[ He murmurs the words with a smirk against the wet tip of Cale's cock as he pulls back enough to tease him, only to tease him with his tongue once more, intent on his task and not inclined to give it up just yet. Especially when he feels the way the redhead as shuddering above him, and barely resisting the urge to buck himself deeper, if Sylvain had to guess.
Which is exactly what he's trying to tempt him into, as he takes him back into the wet heat of his mouth, tongue swirling around the sensitive tip as he playfully bobs his head, as if inviting Cale to follow the motion. ]
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I believe in you.He's not wrong, Sylvain does know what he's doing. There's few with the level of experience he's had, even before he'd been brought to this place all those months ago. But he's also an excellent judge at picking up what his partner wants and needs in any given scenario. So he doesn't miss the way Cale struggles to steal back control, something Sylvain was far too accustomed to taking out of default. A hazard of usually being the more experienced partner when he finds himself in encounters like this.
But he's nothing if not adaptable, so he finds himself smiling when he feels the redhead change tactics. Lets himself be tugged and maneuvered where Cale apparently wants him, and he would have chuckled at the ingenuity of what he's trying to do if that wouldn't have him choking on his sudden mouthful of sake.
But while he lets Cale get away with it, he does make sure it's a real kiss, once he swallows down the sweet liquid, lips hungry and inviting as they explore Cale's reddened lips. Even this contact feels amazing, the slide of heated skin on skin enough to elicit a dizzying euphoria he suspected neither one of them were going to be able to get enough of. ]
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All of that to say Cale is a touch rusty. So maybe he should have seen the kiss coming, but it's less Sylvain and more the feel of a mouth on his. Skin to skin contact is one thing, but lips? A completely different texture altogether and that has his attention, a moan muffled between them.
Maybe the cake mixed with the sake had just created a situation much like a feedback loop. Cale kisses back, a bit more awkwardly, but no less into it, as his other hand might dip into Sylvain's robe. ]
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But that doesn't mean that most of him isn't focuses in the here and now, the slide of Cale's hand as he leans closer. His teeth scrape lightly against Cale's lower lip, even as his free hand comes to tangle in Cale's hair now. Gripping firmly, even as he angles him slightly. Deepens the kiss in a way he knows will be even more intense for both of them.
his other hand slides down to Cale's hip even as he angles more towards him. Tugs, nudging him closer, because he's pretty sure neither one of them are going to be able to stand any space between them for long.
But just in case...
he steals the jug of sake from Cale's hand and lifts it to the redhead's lips with a smirk. ]
Drink, [ he murmurs, even as he kisses and nips and sucks his way back the redhead's jaw. ]
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He has to suck in a breath through his nose - a sharp thing that becomes more of a staccato sound than anything else - as Sylvain deepens the kiss. Cale is NOT into pain, thank you, but the grip actually feels more like pleasant tingles dancing along his scalp. He can feel it all the way down his spine, giving a hard shudder at the feel of teeth on his lip. It's Cale that slips his tongue into Sylvain's mouth. That has another little bolt of heat blooming and spreading, as he's not going to be outdone.
His hand, inside Sylvain's robe, is mapping out the lines and planes of Sylvain's abs. Ribs. Definitely getting a measure of how this man is built while also enjoying the feel against his fingertips and palms. Thankfully, he'll comply with the hand on his own hip, that burning need for more contact making the idea more of a mutual one.
But then the jar is out of his hands. The kiss stops and lips are replaced with cool ceramic. Cale scoffs, a little light headed but also a touch distracted with the way there's now a moving mouth on his skin. ]
That would defeat the purpose of my previous actions...
[ He doesn't need to be more under than he already is! ]
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But this, this is all in fun, even if he watches out for the man purely for his own sake. Wants to make sure this encounter, at the very least, is enjoyable. Memorable for the right reasons.
He doesn’t pull the jar away just yet. ]
Does that mean you're giving up on our little competition over who can better hold their liquor?
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[ And they both know it. This isn't about one's alcohol tolerance, which Cale is still certain that he'd win. He hadn't accounted for how quick-acting or how intense the side effects would be. Now he could stop here, as he realizes that his ancient power isn't going to work in all situations, but well. Surely there's nothing wrong with enjoying it all a bit longer.
So he pluck the jar from Sylvain's hand. And downs it, setting the jar the table with a hard clack. ]
Your turn.
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With pleasure.
[ He murmurs the words as he lifts the jar, downing what’s left of his own in a few swallows as well. Not to be outdone, of course. But once he sets the empty jar aside, he reaches for Cale and playfully drags him onto Sylvain’s lap. Because the contact feels even better now, and he was tired of leaving any distance between them. Especially when they’d sufficiantly finished their snacks. For now.
Fingers tangling in red hair once more, he drags Cale down for another kiss. ]
Tasted better from your lips, actually.
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There's a slight squeeze as if to say "excuse you, a warning" but there's no actual displeasure in it. Especially because all of the additional points of contact feels good and there's another rush of warm that rattles his frame.
Maybe Sylvain can feel it against his lips - that little smirk. ]
If you would have asked nicely, maybe I would have treated you.
[ This is a much better angle for kissing, Cale finds. Much better since he can angle his head in a way to press against Sylvain. Hands leave shoulders, once more sliding against the sheer fabric for multiple sensations that will make them both shudder. He brings those hands up Sylvain's neck before slipping down again, this time beneath that robe. ]
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His own hands are greedy as they tug Cale closer by his grip in his hair. Not painfully - Sylvain is an expert at straddling that line where sensation becomes intense, sharp even, but never toppling over the edge into actual discomfort. As someone not into pain, either, he’s all too aware of where those limits can be.
And his mouth is hungry and demanding on Cale’s. Tongue delving past his lips as he deepens the kiss once more. This time like he’s chasing whatever drops of sake are left on Cale’s tongue. ]
Mmm. I’m afraid I’m not nice.
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[ It's a good thing that they are in a secluded area. Chances are that this is what they are designed for, right? Trysts and rendezvous. Cale isn't particularly thinking about people seeing them at the moment. Later, he might. In that later he might through a small fit over it, depending on how things go.
At least Cale is being treated to someone who takes care of himself. Appreciated, Sylvain, that he can now feel more of those toned muscles under fair skin. And with a groan because of hands in his hair and a tongue now working its way into his mouth, he's going to do just that. Sink thumbs into Sylvain's flesh and see how much give there is and run pristine fingernails down sides - not enough to cause any damage.
It's a hungry kiss, only encouraged by drink and snack. The feel of tongue rolling over tongue just serving as an outlet to chase after that feeling that makes toes curl and a moan lodging itself in Cale's throat. ]
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Despite having been trapped in stone for Goddess knows how long, at least none of it seemed to have affected Sylvain’s physicality. Oh, sure, his skin is still littered with a number of old scars from the war and his time back home, but he’s still as built and muscular as he’s always been, something he still works on maintaining, even if he doesn’t have the same need for training as he’d once had back home.
Those back and arm muscles flex as his own hands slide down over Cale’s shoulders and spine, the heat of his touch seeping through the fabric of the robe the redhead still wears. Teasing him with how close that touch is, although not quite making contact with his skin, even as he gives a returning smirk into that hungry kiss. ]
We can argue that later.
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He tsks. Cale feels the warmth of those hands along his spine and it's not like he's unaware of where this is going. Or, rather, where it could go. ]
A damned tease, aren't you?
[ As if Cale doesn't have the capacity to be himself, right? This time it's Cale's thumbnails catching on nipples, biting at Sylvain's bottom lip. Apparently he's decided that he's going to show more of his true colors at the moment - someone who is not actually as passive as he makes himself appear. ]
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The accusation just has him chuckling, the sound low and husky and muffled into their kiss. but the the redhead takes it up a notch and Sylvain's breath hitches in his throat before melting into a soft moan. His fingers flex at Cale's narrow waist before he's dragging him closer still, their chests flush now, pressed along every inch of skin he can reach.
Impatient fingers tug Cale's robe out of the way, parting it and getting it partially tugged off, at least enough that his hands have the heated expanse of Cale's back to skim over now, fingers splayed in a heated touch as he presses him close against Sylvain's torso.
And with Cale perched so snugly on Sylvain's lap now, it'd be hard to miss how turned on by this he is, growing hard where he presses up against the redhead's ass. ]
Pretty sure you are not one to talk.
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His lips are slightly parted, skin flush. Cale feels hands on his waist and he YELPS as Sylvain manhandles him into pressing flush against each other. Between that and feeling that growing interest at his backside, Cale releases a breathy moan, lashes fluttering and body shaking.
He swallows. Hard. ]
I don’t know what you’re talking about.
[ Sylvain isn’t the only one into it. The other man can probably feel Cales own ‘interest’ against his stomach. Cale blames it on this 20 yr old body and not having any for who knows how long at this point. Though it doesn’t stop there. Cale is helping Sylvain, wiggling a bit so assist with working that robe off. Those hands on his back are hot. Searing, even.
Cale bites his own lip, trying to control the way he’s shivering at the touch. His own hands move to Sylvain’s shoulders again, squeezing until they slide to shoulder blades. Back up Svlvain’s neck until he takes hold of red strands of hair and pressing thumbs to right below Sylvain’s ears. ]
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[ It's said playfully, rather than accusingly, because Sylvain is an expert at spotting those who have traits similar to his own. Even if they're expressed in different ways. he doesn't think it's a bad thing - on the contrary, its one of the most valuable skills to survive in this place, he's pretty sure.
But he's also very much enjoying each reaction he wrings from the other redhead. The sounds of surprised pleasure, of want as that heat grows between them. The way he shivers and presses into the slide of Sylvain's fingers on his flesh. The way he can feel his hardness already pressing against his stomach when he wiggles on his lap. And oh, that drags another groan from Sylvain's lips at the delicious friction, hips rocking up to grind against the curve of Cale's ass in retribution. Although he's tormenting himself with how good that feels, too. ]
You know exactly- [ A nip to his jaw as his fingers tug Cale's head back to expose the pale line of his slim throat, at the perfect angle for Sylvain to kiss and suck and nip his way down it's length, even as his other hand tugs that robe the rest of the way free and discards it on the bench beside them. Sylvain had managed to find underwear before finding the other redhead, but he's not thinking clearly enough to wonder if Cale had anything under his robe or not. ] -what I'm talking about.
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[ Like definitely can recognize like. Cale had realized he and Alberu had similar traits. He’s gotten that from Sylvain as well. They aren’t necessarily bad traits or good traits. Some are just easier to work with than others. Knowing that Sylvain might be a lot like dealing with Alberu, Cale doesn’t have to pretend quite as much.
There’s a curse on his lips as Sylvain rocks their bodies against one another, a sharp jolt of pleasure that works its way to between his legs thighs squeeze involuntarily as Cale rocks back.
He’s vaguely aware of the sound of his voice, keening at the attention being paid to his neck. Sensitive - it’s a place that’s nearly always covered. Cale prefers high collars most of the time, even if he does expose some of his chest now and again. Now he tilts his head as his breathe is stolen from him, eyes rolling back and hands gripping Sylvain’s hair a bit tighter. Whatever marks are there will likely disappear quickly, but in the heat of the moment, it has him making little breathy sounds. ]
You’re… Enjoying it. Don’t complain.
[ But he is not going to be the only one getting rid of a robe here. As soon as Sylvain works Cale’s off - no underwear here - Cales hands are working the sash about Sylvain’s waist. If that means that he’s pressing back against Sylvain’s erection, so be it. The brat wants to complain about being teased? Then he can deal with more. ]
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[ it's impressive he can focus enough to keep the banter going, even if Sylvain suspects that's a barely on both their parts. With the heat building, every slide of skin, every brush of hands, ever press of bodies squirming closer... all of it is distracting in all the best ways and Sylvain can already feel the temptation to let himself slip into it fully. It's only his determination to see Cale enjoy every moment of this that has him clinging to that last shred of control.
Especially when Cale makes those sounds, the breathy keening noises as Sylvain works his way down his throat. Sensitive spot noted, how convenient, something he can use against him later - all in play, of course. That it makes Cale grip onto his hair and hold on, sending delicious tingles and shudders along Sylvain's own nerves, is definitely a nice bonus.
He'd almost forgotten Cale was likely bare under his robe until he tugs it away and then his hands immediately come back to grasp at his ass, dragging him closer as he grinds him down against Sylvain's own hardened cock. Groaning at the friction, the heat that sinks in despite the silk boxers he wears, and what's left of his robe pooled around his waist.
A robe which Cale seems determined to get rid of now. Not that Sylvain has any attention of stopping him. But he is going to make it hard for him to focus, as his lips and tongue and teeth pause to suck redness into the pale flesh under his lips, leaving a love mark against Cale's throat. ]
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Excuse - !
[ The rest of it never sees the light of day. Cale is slapping one of his hands over his mouth to muffle a moan from teeth against his throat. The sensation is a little mind numbing and overwhelming because of that cake. He has to wait for Sylvain to finish. So he can suck in a breath; though the air around them has warmed considerably and getting cool air into his lungs so that he can not -
He puts a hand to Sylvain's shoulder and shoves him back against the bench in one last attempt to not get entirely swept up himself. ]
Do you mind? I am trying to get something done here.
[ Which means he'll definitely slap at Sylvain's hands and shove that mouth away until he gets that damn robe off! ]
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Before he has a chance to take it further, however, the redhead gives him a shove, swatting at Sylvain’s hands so he can stop from being distracted. Apparently. The response is unexpected and startled a husky laugh out of Sylvain as he falls back against the back of the cushioned bench - and then decides he can still use this to his advantage.
Which is why he twists slightly and lets himself slide all the way back along the length of the bench, stretching out prone instead of seated - and pulling Cale down with him so he was literally sprawled over his hips now and stretched out atop him. ]
Oh, no. [ His voice is a satisfied little purr as he gestures for Cale to continue, not interfering in whatever he was so set on doing. ] I don’t mind at all.
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You are not cute at all.
[ At least he's able to get Sylvain's robe fully open. He pushes it completely aside to realize -
Oh. Now what? Sylvain's wearing boxers. It's only now that this clicks in his brain. Really, it should have sooner. He had felt the grind against his ass it's not like he's not hyper aware of everything that touches his skin. ]
Of course it's like this.
[ As least it's enough to clear some of the haze. Not entirely, because Cale decides that he'll get his revenge by rocking his backside against Sylvain's hardness. Then grab the other redhead's jaw in a frustrated and heated kiss. ]
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[ He is absolutely adorable and you can’t convince him otherwise. He’s just grinning up at Cale smugly as he watches the expressions chase their way across the redhead’s face when he realizes that the robe wasn’t his only obstacle.
The torment to his nipples gets a soft hiss from him - those are sensitive anyway, even if he’d woken up without his usual piercings there. The sound gets muffled by the redhead leaning down to kiss him hungrily in frustration and Sylvain is more than happy to indulge that, nipping at Cale’s lower lip again before deciding to try something else. Even if he’s pretty sure Cale’s gonna have protests about it. ]
Or we could just do this…
[ His arms slide under those splayed legs to drag Cale higher up Sylvain’s body until he’s straddling his
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I'm not that nice.
[ Echoing and mirroring Sylvain's statement from earlier. Cale doesn't believe that he is, after all. He's complete and utter trash. A selfish, loathsome being. Sylvain will have to figure that out eventually. For now, he's not quite done kissing Sylvain. A tongue has worked itself into the other man's mouth, Cale breathing out a sigh as he tries to rile it up again. There's a groan that's swallowed up by the kiss before he's leaning back and Sylvain's chases after lips for that nip.
Cale huffs. Frowns. ]
Do what?
[ It's the second time he's gasping in surprise. Not because Sylvain attacks him, but because the man is quite readily lifting him into the air like he is nothing. His thighs are actually searching for something to squeeze around, as though that will help brace him. Cale is hunching over, a little panicked. ]
What are you do- hnnnnng!
[ Well. Two guesses as to why his very vocal complaint turned into him latching onto the back of the bench and moaning. ]
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Much better, hmm?
[ Yes, he’s a smug bastard.
But he doesn’t give Cale a chance to retort because he wraps his lips around the head of his cock, letting just the tip of him sink into wet heat. ]
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Much better for who?
[ Oh this is entirely one-sided now and Cale does not like it one bit. That's a lie, of course. He's enjoying the feel of Sylvain's tongue and lips immensely. There's something about a hot mouth on the most sensitive portion of his body that has him choking back another frustrated moan behind a hand.
It's so disarming and a shock to his system in the best way possible and there's that craving to just rock into it. That's why Cale doesn't like it. ]
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Was that a complaint?
[ He murmurs the words with a smirk against the wet tip of Cale's cock as he pulls back enough to tease him, only to tease him with his tongue once more, intent on his task and not inclined to give it up just yet. Especially when he feels the way the redhead as shuddering above him, and barely resisting the urge to buck himself deeper, if Sylvain had to guess.
Which is exactly what he's trying to tempt him into, as he takes him back into the wet heat of his mouth, tongue swirling around the sensitive tip as he playfully bobs his head, as if inviting Cale to follow the motion. ]
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🎀 wrap~