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[ When the redhead doesn't answer him, instead just rocking deeper into the heat of his mouth, Sylvain's going to take that as a white flag anyway. He lets his hands slide to grip Cale's ass once more, dragging him closer, guiding him deeper into wet heat as Sylvain relaxes his jaw and takes the entire length of him into his mouth. Tongue sliding along the underside as he gives another satisfied little hum, letting it vibrate along his length.
His fingers bite lightly into the heated flesh of Cale's ass, adding to the sensations, knowing how sensitive his skin's still going to be, even now. His hair brushes teasingly against the slim plane of the man's stomach as he presses his forehead against it, feeling the tip of Cale's cock press against the back of his throat. He swallows around it carefully, seeing how far he can push the other man. ]
[ They can debate later on whether or not this counts as a white flag. Right now there are far more important things at hand. Like the fact that Cale feels like there's molten lava in his veins and it is beginning to radiate out with his skin being on fire. Surely his hair is starting to stick to his face a bit - annoying, but he ignores it in favor of focusing on Sylvain's attentions. It's intense, the various sensations assaulting his body.
He'll admit that he's a bit lost in the moment, eagerly rolling his hips as Sylvain hums and continues to suck him off. It's like chasing after a high that's been so long out of reach. His grip tightens in Sylvain's hair - something to apologize for later - and he's glad that he's being supported because Cale definitely can't feel his legs.
His breathing is erratic, punctuated by sighs and little moans. Maybe even a choked sound as Sylvain continues to work him up like a rubber band about ready to snap. ]
[ He's close, Sylvain can feel it in the way he shudders, the rhythm of the rock of his hips stuttering as he presses into wet heat. All the little noises he makes are perfect and Sylvain's so pleased he stopped trying to muffle them.
His amber eyes flick up, locking on Cale's face as he watches the pleasure chase itself across his face as he pants for air, cheeks deeply flushed. It has him intensifying his motions, bobbing his head a little faster, his mouth working Cale with intent now, determined to push him over that edge. ]
[ Don’t look so smug. That’s unbecoming and could merit a glare later.
The real issue with this position is how Cale is having to hunch over Sylvain. Even though his bottom half is being supported, Cale is starting to feel like one of those inflatables that used to be in front of car dealerships. It has him wobbling a little, stamina flagging under Sylvain’s irritatingly skillful mouth. The grip that hr has on the bench is turning his knuckles white, nails scraping a bit into Sylvain’s scalp.
Later, Cale will blame this young body’s inexperience for the lack of control and being able to hold out longer. Right now, though, he doesn’t give a damn as he chases after the heat of Sylvain’s mouth. He’s close. So, so close that it’s becoming frustrating. Just right there. Just a bit -
And then finally he does snap, biting down on his own hand, abandoning Sylvain’s hair, to keep himself from yelling or whimpering as his releasee hits him like a freight train. His entire body tenses, back arched, and eyes screwed shut. ]
Although Cale muffling the sound of his pleasure as he comes is disappointing - they'll work on that, too, he thinks with a mental snicker - the rest of his reaction is perfect. Sylvain's fingers tighten on Cale's ass as he draws him close so he can bury himself deep when that release washes over him. His throat works around the twitching length, swallowing every drop with a pleased hum that might feel a little too intense against sensitized skin now, but it's short and distracting as he slowly pulls back off him with a wet lick.
Only to smirk up at the flushed, panting face hovering overhead. ]
Better? [ His voice is low and husky, maybe a little bit hoarse, but he's absolutely still smug and looking like he enjoyed that immensely. ]
Skin was already sensitive before they started. Now it’s even more so, the barest breath wafting over Cale being enough to want to make him squirm and jerk away. There’d be more coming down from that high of Sylvain had kept his mouth around him like that. It’s short, though, so even if he tries to pull hips away, Cale will be able to breathe out a groan, head light and dizzy as he’s released, a small shudder crawling up his spine from one last lick.
Needless to say, Cale is breathing hard. Trying to catch his breath while being in an euphoric post-orgasm state. His eyes are open, but they don’t quite see.
Yet he still manages to find the strength to shove a hand over Sylvain’s face. Don’t look at him like that you bastard. ]
[ He just breaks into laughter all over again when that hands comes down to try and hide his face or block his vision or whatever Cale was trying to do right now.
Playfully, he licks a wet strip up Cale’s palm before his hands on the redhead’s waist give him an abrupt tug downward to have him sprawling across Sylvain’s torso once more. He catches him so he doesn’t hurt himself accidentally, but it does end up with Cale cradled against Sylvain’s broad chest while he comes down from his high.
Sylvain is, of course, temporarily ignoring the fact that he’s still hard as a rock and his own skin is still achingly sensitive - although it feels great to have the naked redhead stretched out atop him once more. ]
[ Ah. Nope. Too late. There’s a lick following the laughter. Cale shudders, quickly pulling his hand back.
Which is enough time for the startled sound to also escape him as Sylvain proceeds to drop him back into the other red head’s lap. Cale is QUITE aware of the fact that Sylvain has yet to find relief in the same way. They’ll have to do something about that. Cale isn’t about to be indebted to anyone. ]
It was passable, I suppose. [ A scoff. But he isn’t moving. His legs still feel like jello. ] Whatever they laced the food and drink with is stronger than I thought it’d be.
That didn’t sound like just passable. [ He’s just saying. ]
Yeah, it can be pretty potent. This one was actually fairly tame. I think it was because we combined two that they hit so hard, probably. [ he’s certainly been in worse states. He can still think and focus right now, for one, although having Cale above him and in his mouth had helped with that.
Now, having him sprawled over his hips and torso, it was getting a little more difficult once more. ]
[ He looks back up at Sylvain, not displeased or embarrassed. Just an arrogant brow raise, despite looking completely disheveled and getting the first blow job he's had in ages. ]
Hmm. That and it's not like we're exactly fighting it.
[ No, on the contrary, really. It's not as though it's still not working in his system either. The urgency and edge has been taken off, but the warmth and the heightened sense/need to touch is still there. Cale hums and looks back over his shoulder - at Sylvain's problem.
Nah, trying to resist it definitely makes all the effects kick in stronger. There are a few stubborn people here who refuse to learn that lesson, but they’re definitely just making it harder for themselves.
[ At that demand, he arches an eyebrow, but obediently lifts Cale up a moment as he stifles a smile, charmed by the redhead’s demeanor despite his play at being difficult. ]
I would have thought that much as well. You don't play by the rules and you'll get a penalty. That's only logical.
[ In other words, he thinks that it's just easier to go with what's expected. Even if it is malicious compliance in the end. You can always work around rules and, technically, bend them.
Cale misses the smile though. His focus is - and Sylvain keep holding onto him because his legs are still feeling like jello - pulling and tugging at those silken boxers. As if Cale is going to just let the man suffer. ]
You should tell me where to find a pair for myself. Continuing to run around bare underneath a robe is going to be unpleasant.
We can get you some clothes after this. There’s a big shop on one of the upper levels where you can find everything you need, along with a lot of things you’ll probably never want.
[ He nicely lifts his hips, however, when Cale starts stubbornly tugging on his boxers, lips quirking into an even bigger grin as he keeps him steady. ]
Hopefully something comfortable and easy to move around in.
[ Well he hadn't been intending to take them off completely, Sylvain. Just enough to allow Sylvain's still hard dick free. Allow it to feel the tepid air between them. ]
Less impatient and I don't like being the source of someone's discomfort.
[ In other words, that has to be aching so they should take care of it. ]
They have a little bit of everything, so I’m sure we can find you something.
[ He gives a soft hiss when Cale tugs his boxers out of the way and his cock springs free. He’s not wrong, it is aching, painfully erect, liquid beading at the slit as Sylvain shifts uncomfortably on the bench. ]
Oh? Intend to do something about this, then?
[ he tries for teasing, but there’s a hint of strain in his voice now. ]
[ Cale is settling back down on Sylvain's lap, though the root of Sylvain's problems won't be gracing Cale's backside. No, it will stand tall between them. Cale's index finger slides along the slit, a look on his face like he's mapping out a plan of attack.
He looks up at Sylvain, one finger becoming two as they slide down the top of Sylvain's cock, smearing the liquid that had been forming there. ]
That was my intention, even if I am a bit out of practice. Though if you want to sit here and suffer, then I can take my things and leave you to it.
[ He tsk’s his tongue softly as he watches Cale above him with a hooded gaze, although he makes no move to interfere. Just lays stretched out beneath him while Cale takes his time and plays. Although his cock twitches at each slide of those fingers, body struggling with the urge to buck up and chase the heated contact, slim as it was. ]
[ All of the sudden he is smiling brightly. And taking Sylvain fully in hand before squeezing. Yeah, sorry not sorry. ]
I am gracious and magnanimous, giving you options that you so kindly robbed me of.
[ Since Sylvain just manhandled him and decided for himself how this was going to go. Cale's form of control is this. ]
So tell me what you like. [ Just one single motion of his hand. Then two. ] Then I'll decide whether or not I'll be generous enough to let you have it.
[ He bites back a moan as that hand starts to move, even though his eyes do flutter shut as sensation shivers through him, body pressing up into the touch. ]
Ahh, so what you’re saying is you need instructions on how to do this, is that it?
[ It’s ‘Your Lordship’, actually. Not that Sylvain lets his rank and title slip very often around here. There are a few who know, but for the most part, he’s perfectly content with that remaining buried back in Fodlan. ]
Well, here’s the easy answer. I like just about anything right now that involves you and my cock and an orgasm. If there’s anything I don’t like, I’ll be sure to inform immediately. How’s that for directions?
[ Yes, he’s absolutely being a brat, since all of that comes out teasingly in return. Even if it takes every last shred of his control not to give in and squirm in chasing that touch. ]
[ And Cale is the eldest son of a Count yet has no intention to inherit the title at all. So he'll always just be "Master Cale." ...Though he wouldn't put it above Alver to do something about that as a means of revenge for all of the problems Cale dumps on him. ]
Ah, not particularly picky at all then. Shall we conduct a little experiment then?
[ This is NOT what his power is meant for. However, if the man wants to be difficult then Cale will use this as an exercise in control himself.
So he removes his hand entirely from Sylvain. Instead he makes a circular motion with his fingers, a small wind focused like small vortex. It's going to require quite a bit of concentration on Cale's end, but with how rock hard Sylvain is and how sensitive his skin out to be, the feel of a breeze and what will be a small wind tunnel around his dick will be quite the experience.
Kind of like edging, Cale suspects. The wind not providing quite enough friction, but serving to stimulate regardless. ]
[ Sylvain's had magic used on him in the middle of sex before - some games in this place made it quite popular for a while, although that had mostly been in the restraint capacity or temperature play. This, though, was something new. ]
Fuck...!
[ His eyes slam closed as he struggles not to arch up - not that it would do him any good, his mind already knows. There's nothing physical wrapped around him right now for him to push up into.
But with how sensitive his skin is to any sensation, and how achingly hard he's already been from their earlier teasing, the sudden swirl of sensation over every inch of his cock is almost too much too fast. And yet still manages to be just shy of enough.
Fingers curl into fists against the cushion beneath him as his skin flushes deeper, body shuddering at the stimulation, giving him no break, no chance to catch his breath, just a constant swirl of stimulation that's going to drive him mad if Cale doesn't give him something more than just that. ]
[ There’s a pleasant reaction! Oh it feels very good to wipe that smug look off of this other redhead’s face. Cale is so proud of himself for his creativity and versatility. Who would have come up with such an innovative way to drive someone to the brink? ]
You look much better like this.
[ Trying not to buck up against anything, that is. Gripping onto cushions, trying not to growl in frustration and need. Where does that limit lie though? How far can he push? ]
Too bad you didn’t outline your preference enough.
[ Because now he’ll slow down those winds to next to near nothing. Sylvain wants a break, to breathe? Maybe he’ll finally demand something. Maybe not! Better be quick because the moment it looks like Sylvain is going to catch his breath, Cale will start the process all over a again. ]
[ A growl at that, especially when the wind eases back to almost nothing, and amber eyes snap open again because Cale has frayed a lot of his control, but Sylvain is also very accustomed to maneuvering situations like this. Even when he wants nothing more than to make the other redhead give him more. The temptation to grab Cale and drag him up to where he can rock against him once more is strong, but he tamps it down for the time being. Wanting to see what he'll do.
So he hisses out a breathy curse when Cale picks up with the wind all over again, driving thought from his head for blissful seconds while his body slides closer to a release he knows he's not going to be able to reach. And during one of those breaks, he reaches out to wrap fingers snug about Cale's wrist, the threat there of pulling him closer. ]
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His fingers bite lightly into the heated flesh of Cale's ass, adding to the sensations, knowing how sensitive his skin's still going to be, even now. His hair brushes teasingly against the slim plane of the man's stomach as he presses his forehead against it, feeling the tip of Cale's cock press against the back of his throat. He swallows around it carefully, seeing how far he can push the other man. ]
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He'll admit that he's a bit lost in the moment, eagerly rolling his hips as Sylvain hums and continues to suck him off. It's like chasing after a high that's been so long out of reach. His grip tightens in Sylvain's hair - something to apologize for later - and he's glad that he's being supported because Cale definitely can't feel his legs.
His breathing is erratic, punctuated by sighs and little moans. Maybe even a choked sound as Sylvain continues to work him up like a rubber band about ready to snap. ]
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His amber eyes flick up, locking on Cale's face as he watches the pleasure chase itself across his face as he pants for air, cheeks deeply flushed. It has him intensifying his motions, bobbing his head a little faster, his mouth working Cale with intent now, determined to push him over that edge. ]
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The real issue with this position is how Cale is having to hunch over Sylvain. Even though his bottom half is being supported, Cale is starting to feel like one of those inflatables that used to be in front of car dealerships. It has him wobbling a little, stamina flagging under Sylvain’s irritatingly skillful mouth. The grip that hr has on the bench is turning his knuckles white, nails scraping a bit into Sylvain’s scalp.
Later, Cale will blame this young body’s inexperience for the lack of control and being able to hold out longer. Right now, though, he doesn’t give a damn as he chases after the heat of Sylvain’s mouth. He’s close. So, so close that it’s becoming frustrating. Just right there. Just a bit -
And then finally he does snap, biting down on his own hand, abandoning Sylvain’s hair, to keep himself from yelling or whimpering as his releasee hits him like a freight train. His entire body tenses, back arched, and eyes screwed shut. ]
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Although Cale muffling the sound of his pleasure as he comes is disappointing - they'll work on that, too, he thinks with a mental snicker - the rest of his reaction is perfect. Sylvain's fingers tighten on Cale's ass as he draws him close so he can bury himself deep when that release washes over him. His throat works around the twitching length, swallowing every drop with a pleased hum that might feel a little too intense against sensitized skin now, but it's short and distracting as he slowly pulls back off him with a wet lick.
Only to smirk up at the flushed, panting face hovering overhead. ]
Better? [ His voice is low and husky, maybe a little bit hoarse, but he's absolutely still smug and looking like he enjoyed that immensely. ]
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Skin was already sensitive before they started. Now it’s even more so, the barest breath wafting over Cale being enough to want to make him squirm and jerk away. There’d be more coming down from that high of Sylvain had kept his mouth around him like that. It’s short, though, so even if he tries to pull hips away, Cale will be able to breathe out a groan, head light and dizzy as he’s released, a small shudder crawling up his spine from one last lick.
Needless to say, Cale is breathing hard. Trying to catch his breath while being in an euphoric post-orgasm state. His eyes are open, but they don’t quite see.
Yet he still manages to find the strength to shove a hand over Sylvain’s face. Don’t look at him like that you bastard. ]
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Playfully, he licks a wet strip up Cale’s palm before his hands on the redhead’s waist give him an abrupt tug downward to have him sprawling across Sylvain’s torso once more. He catches him so he doesn’t hurt himself accidentally, but it does end up with Cale cradled against Sylvain’s broad chest while he comes down from his high.
Sylvain is, of course, temporarily ignoring the fact that he’s still hard as a rock and his own skin is still achingly sensitive - although it feels great to have the naked redhead stretched out atop him once more. ]
I’ll take that as a yes.
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[ Ah. Nope. Too late. There’s a lick following the laughter. Cale shudders, quickly pulling his hand back.
Which is enough time for the startled sound to also escape him as Sylvain proceeds to drop him back into the other red head’s lap. Cale is QUITE aware of the fact that Sylvain has yet to find relief in the same way. They’ll have to do something about that. Cale isn’t about to be indebted to anyone. ]
It was passable, I suppose. [ A scoff. But he isn’t moving. His legs still feel like jello. ] Whatever they laced the food and drink with is stronger than I thought it’d be.
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Yeah, it can be pretty potent. This one was actually fairly tame. I think it was because we combined two that they hit so hard, probably. [ he’s certainly been in worse states. He can still think and focus right now, for one, although having Cale above him and in his mouth had helped with that.
Now, having him sprawled over his hips and torso, it was getting a little more difficult once more. ]
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Hmm. That and it's not like we're exactly fighting it.
[ No, on the contrary, really. It's not as though it's still not working in his system either. The urgency and edge has been taken off, but the warmth and the heightened sense/need to touch is still there. Cale hums and looks back over his shoulder - at Sylvain's problem.
He swats at Sylvain's shoulder. ]
Lift me up for a moment.
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[ At that demand, he arches an eyebrow, but obediently lifts Cale up a moment as he stifles a smile, charmed by the redhead’s demeanor despite his play at being difficult. ]
Why?
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[ In other words, he thinks that it's just easier to go with what's expected. Even if it is malicious compliance in the end. You can always work around rules and, technically, bend them.
Cale misses the smile though. His focus is - and Sylvain keep holding onto him because his legs are still feeling like jello - pulling and tugging at those silken boxers. As if Cale is going to just let the man suffer. ]
You should tell me where to find a pair for myself. Continuing to run around bare underneath a robe is going to be unpleasant.
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[ He nicely lifts his hips, however, when Cale starts stubbornly tugging on his boxers, lips quirking into an even bigger grin as he keeps him steady. ]
Impatient? Still?
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[ Well he hadn't been intending to take them off completely, Sylvain. Just enough to allow Sylvain's still hard dick free. Allow it to feel the tepid air between them. ]
Less impatient and I don't like being the source of someone's discomfort.
[ In other words, that has to be aching so they should take care of it. ]
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[ He gives a soft hiss when Cale tugs his boxers out of the way and his cock springs free. He’s not wrong, it is aching, painfully erect, liquid beading at the slit as Sylvain shifts uncomfortably on the bench. ]
Oh? Intend to do something about this, then?
[ he tries for teasing, but there’s a hint of strain in his voice now. ]
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He looks up at Sylvain, one finger becoming two as they slide down the top of Sylvain's cock, smearing the liquid that had been forming there. ]
That was my intention, even if I am a bit out of practice. Though if you want to sit here and suffer, then I can take my things and leave you to it.
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[ He tsk’s his tongue softly as he watches Cale above him with a hooded gaze, although he makes no move to interfere. Just lays stretched out beneath him while Cale takes his time and plays. Although his cock twitches at each slide of those fingers, body struggling with the urge to buck up and chase the heated contact, slim as it was. ]
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I am gracious and magnanimous, giving you options that you so kindly robbed me of.
[ Since Sylvain just manhandled him and decided for himself how this was going to go. Cale's form of control is this. ]
So tell me what you like. [ Just one single motion of his hand. Then two. ] Then I'll decide whether or not I'll be generous enough to let you have it.
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Ahh, so what you’re saying is you need instructions on how to do this, is that it?
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[ It's said as a tease. A joke. Because Cale is stopping the movement of his hand entirely. Squirm a bit more, please. ]
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Well, here’s the easy answer. I like just about anything right now that involves you and my cock and an orgasm. If there’s anything I don’t like, I’ll be sure to inform immediately. How’s that for directions?
[ Yes, he’s absolutely being a brat, since all of that comes out teasingly in return. Even if it takes every last shred of his control not to give in and squirm in chasing that touch. ]
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Ah, not particularly picky at all then. Shall we conduct a little experiment then?
[ This is NOT what his power is meant for. However, if the man wants to be difficult then Cale will use this as an exercise in control himself.
So he removes his hand entirely from Sylvain. Instead he makes a circular motion with his fingers, a small wind focused like small vortex. It's going to require quite a bit of concentration on Cale's end, but with how rock hard Sylvain is and how sensitive his skin out to be, the feel of a breeze and what will be a small wind tunnel around his dick will be quite the experience.
Kind of like edging, Cale suspects. The wind not providing quite enough friction, but serving to stimulate regardless. ]
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Fuck...!
[ His eyes slam closed as he struggles not to arch up - not that it would do him any good, his mind already knows. There's nothing physical wrapped around him right now for him to push up into.
But with how sensitive his skin is to any sensation, and how achingly hard he's already been from their earlier teasing, the sudden swirl of sensation over every inch of his cock is almost too much too fast. And yet still manages to be just shy of enough.
Fingers curl into fists against the cushion beneath him as his skin flushes deeper, body shuddering at the stimulation, giving him no break, no chance to catch his breath, just a constant swirl of stimulation that's going to drive him mad if Cale doesn't give him something more than just that. ]
Definitely... a tease... now.
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You look much better like this.
[ Trying not to buck up against anything, that is. Gripping onto cushions, trying not to growl in frustration and need. Where does that limit lie though? How far can he push? ]
Too bad you didn’t outline your preference enough.
[ Because now he’ll slow down those winds to next to near nothing. Sylvain wants a break, to breathe? Maybe he’ll finally demand something. Maybe not! Better be quick because the moment it looks like Sylvain is going to catch his breath, Cale will start the process all over a again. ]
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So he hisses out a breathy curse when Cale picks up with the wind all over again, driving thought from his head for blissful seconds while his body slides closer to a release he knows he's not going to be able to reach. And during one of those breaks, he reaches out to wrap fingers snug about Cale's wrist, the threat there of pulling him closer. ]
You forgot the third part of the instructions.
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🎀 wrap~