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[ Cale: 1, Sylvain: 1… That’s the score. Cale hadn’t really been counting orgasms as much as he had been restraint snapping. This is what he wanted to pay back, more than the orgasm itself.
That’s why he would have laughed at Sylvain snapping - had he not somehow found himself on his back. Wrist pinned. Hot mouth on his throat reigniting the effects from the food and drink earlier. Cale doesn’t even get a chance to gasp, the sound bursting from somewhere deep in his chest akin to a moan as the other man clearly begins moving against him.
No, he had gotten his other had free so it curls into Sylvain’s red hair and tugs. Involuntary, but necessary as he finds his own body heated and aroused again. There’s no call to stop, to wait. Only little quivering gasps of air and groaning. ]
[ Sylvain's not sure he could stop or wait right now, not when he finally has heated skin sliding along his aching cock, the friction perfect for what he needed, even as his hips rock downwards, chasing it with an unsteady rhythm, even as he feels Cale's arousal harden along his length once more, almost at the same time.
The redhead moans, and then all those sounds melt into pleasure against Sylvain's ear as he starts moving them in tandem, bodies sliding against one another, growing slick as the heat builds all over again - or still, in Sylvain's case. he's relentless, driving them both higher with single-minded purpose as his mouth moves along Cale's skin, kissing, sucking, biting. leaving more love bites and marks in pale flesh as his own breathing grows short and rough and panted. Moans slipping free from bitten lips - louder when Cale tugs sharply on his hair, the sensation driving him faster as he chases his need. ]
[ Sylvain seems a touch lost in the moment. Maybe Cale overdid it a little? Something he can tuck in the back of his mind should there be any future encounters. Right now it's hardly on the forefront, Cale's focus being on the heat, friction, and the sensation of skin against skin. Oh he'd very much like to get a few bites in himself, but Sylvain's need to apparently mark him up makes that a little impossible. So his other hand has nails biting and dragging along a shoulder blade, breathing already hard and unstable.
His stamina has never been great. With the frenzied way that Sylvain moves and the effects of food and drink still in their systems, it's not difficult to see why he's also back to a state of panting and heavy sighs. A keen, perhaps, when he's close to overstimulated once more.
Maybe later he'll stare at his hands and wonder how he put himself into this situation. Right now, he's enjoying it a bit too much to care. ]
[ That drag of nails gets another moan from Sylvain as his hips buck down in automatic reaction. While his one hand still pins Cale by the wrist, his other snakes down between them, wrapping fingers around both their cocks as he strokes them in tandem, together, as their bodies rock against one another. ]
Tell me you can come again.
[ The words are a husky growl against Cale's ear, pushed out between panted breaths and low, strained moans as his own body shudders closer and closer to release now that he can actually get the heated friction he'd needed. ]
[ Good, because the drag on nails is going to continue with every jerk and rock of hips. Every grind that increasing the heat and the physical tension. A bow string being pulled taunt. Cale is glad to be on his back this time, less of a strain trying to keep up.
Sylvain growls against his ear and Cale gives a hard shudder. Can he? Shit, how can he not is the better question? Cale, in turn, bites at Sylvain's ear. ]
Let's find out...
[ Apparently he still has enough of his senses that he can snap back. Sylvain taking both of them though makes him squirm. And then definitely bite into a shoulder to muffle things as fireworks go off in his brain. ]
His hips rock down against Cale’s as he gives a quiet grunt at the bite to his ear, then his shoulder. His hand works them both, pace speeding as he gets closer and closer.
When he comes, its with a strained, breathless cry as his body tenses, cock spilling messily over their stomachs. Even if his hand works Cale just enough more to make sure he comes, too. Slumping slightly, his breathing is a loud rasp as he rests his forehead against Cale’s shoulder and struggles to catch his breath. ]
[ Things grow erratic the closer and closer that they get to release. Breathing barely does anything to really get oxygen in the lungs anymore, the heat generated by their bodies almost sweltering. Bodies that are now slick with sweat and other fluids between them. Makes everything that is going on below the belt that much more messy.
It takes a bit longer, this time, for Cale to reach that point but he hadn't been driven to the bring like he had done to Sylvain. However, another heavy wave of pleasure drives him to come between them much the same way Sylvain had - mess mixing with mess - this time with a silent scream tearing his throat up as he continues to bite hard enough to leave a mark of his own.
Cale is still shivering even when Sylvain slumps. Then, soon, he's going limp and gasping like a fish out of water. ]
[ Sylvain’s careful to angle his weight to the side rather than on top of the other redhead, although he’s still partially sprawled across him anyway. Feeling the way he shivers and shudders, he smooths a hand down Cale’s side as he presses a kiss to his shoulder now. His own aches from that bite, but it just makes him grin, that he’d made Cale lose that much control. ]
Alright?
[ his voice is still a little hoarse, breathless as his chest still heaves for air. ]
[ His chest is still rising and deflating with every breath. Cale still trying to get it back even with Sylvain on top of him. There's only a small grunt at the kiss and the grin. One hand lightly smacking at the shoulder that he had been clawing at.
Yes, he's good. Give him a moment here.
And then there becomes a more panicked smack. Get up get up get up! ]
[ One hand remains on Sylvain's shoulder, so that when Sylvain leans up, Cale goes with him. The other wiggles free of being pinned to cover his mouth. There's the sound of very wet coughing.
Very wet coughing that is accompanied by blood on his hand. ]
[ The sight of blood on Cale’s hand, on his lips, has his eyes widening further in shock. ]
Oh, fuck!
[ He scrambles into motion, one hand bracing the othre redhead, even as his other hand comes to press against Cale’s bared chest, fingers splayed wide. There’s no hesitation as he calls on his Faith magic, sending a heal spell through the other man’s body, willing it to find whatever was wrong and fix it. ]
[ Oh... This man knows magic. That's. Hmm. Something Cale will file away for later. As had been the case before, when he had first used his shield, Cale feels oddly better. More clear-headed than he had at the start of all of this.
Ah.
His eyes move towards Sylvain's panicked expression. Then he places a hand on a wrist to try to dislodge the healing spell. It's not needed. ]
I'm fine. You're already fussing more than what's necessary.
[ he's not letting up the spell yet. Not until he makes sure you're not bleeding inside somewhere. Is he going to have to send for Olivine? Maybe he should have done that first... ]
[ Then he is going to be more insistent with trying to push the hand away. Cale feels fine? Perfectly healthy. It's not like when he had used the power of fire or anything like that. That had been because he had used the power and he had miscalculated it's strength and the fact that he had been unstable and didn't know it ]
Apparently my body decided that it's had enough of whatever was in the sake and cake and needed it gone. That's all there is too it.
[ He's even wiping his mouth then shaking it off to the side. Hmm.
And if some of the angry red marks that Sylvain had left behind are now more like day old bruises. Well ~ ]
Okay, I'd believe that except it still doesn't explain the blood.
[ Sylvain stresses the words with a gritted jaw. Although his gaze has skimmed over those marks and noticed the healing. Something like a Crest kicking in, maybe?
It's fine. Considering the fact that I am talking to you and not passing out, then there's nothing to worry about.
[ Instead what they should be worried about is. Ahem. The mess. Because now Cale is looking between them. Grimacing. Maybe he can bother this man to help out with this. Cale doesn't like the sticky feeling of combined fluids and sweat, thanks. ]
[ Okay. So he's looking around. Trying to find where that robe of his went to. Maybe he can put that on and find his way to a bath. They probably have something like public baths, given the whole point is to be intimate with others... ]
Instead of worrying about that, I'd like to get cleaned up.
[ Sylvain just scrapes a hand over his face with a muttered curse, knowing this was probably karma for all the times he was a terrible patient for Mercy and Felix.
But instead of arguing, he shifts to sit beside Cale and retrieves both their robes, although they're a little worse for wear now. ]
Come on. I can show you to the gym. They've probably got some of the nicest showers until you get assigned a room. And sometimes even then.
We can acquire some of that there, too, although it won’t be exactly fashionable. But it can hold us over till we can get to one of the shops. Unless you really wanna go shopping first.
[ Like this. With just the robes. He doubts it.
Either way, he holds up Cale’s robe so he can slip into it, his eyebrows arched in patient inquiry.
Which is, of course, when he gets an eyeful of the lettering on the back of it. Some of the words mirror what he suspects is on his own - which he’s specifically not looking at and has been ignoring up until now. But it has him feeling a pang that they seem to have this in common, too. ]
[ He's not worried about any wording that may ( and probably has ) shown up on his own. Cale will always just scoff and deny it anyway. So when Sylvain offers the robe, Cale is quick to put it back on and tie the sash. ]
Ah, that reminds me. I had a question that I wanted to ask.
[ Sylvain just. Hands him a napkin with a dry look.
Slipping back into his robe with just as much dismissal for whatever it was proclaiming, he tied it off as he pushed to his feet and then offers the redhead a hand up. ]
[ It takes a second of Cale looking blankly at Sylvain before. Ah. People are so sensitive, aren't they? Offering for his mouth and not the mess that will become tacky before they even reach these showers.
Priorities. But fine. He'll wipe his mouth as he takes the offered hand. ]
The first one was about how long you've been here.
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That’s why he would have laughed at Sylvain snapping - had he not somehow found himself on his back. Wrist pinned. Hot mouth on his throat reigniting the effects from the food and drink earlier. Cale doesn’t even get a chance to gasp, the sound bursting from somewhere deep in his chest akin to a moan as the other man clearly begins moving against him.
No, he had gotten his other had free so it curls into Sylvain’s red hair and tugs. Involuntary, but necessary as he finds his own body heated and aroused again. There’s no call to stop, to wait. Only little quivering gasps of air and groaning. ]
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The redhead moans, and then all those sounds melt into pleasure against Sylvain's ear as he starts moving them in tandem, bodies sliding against one another, growing slick as the heat builds all over again - or still, in Sylvain's case. he's relentless, driving them both higher with single-minded purpose as his mouth moves along Cale's skin, kissing, sucking, biting. leaving more love bites and marks in pale flesh as his own breathing grows short and rough and panted. Moans slipping free from bitten lips - louder when Cale tugs sharply on his hair, the sensation driving him faster as he chases his need. ]
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His stamina has never been great. With the frenzied way that Sylvain moves and the effects of food and drink still in their systems, it's not difficult to see why he's also back to a state of panting and heavy sighs. A keen, perhaps, when he's close to overstimulated once more.
Maybe later he'll stare at his hands and wonder how he put himself into this situation. Right now, he's enjoying it a bit too much to care. ]
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Tell me you can come again.
[ The words are a husky growl against Cale's ear, pushed out between panted breaths and low, strained moans as his own body shudders closer and closer to release now that he can actually get the heated friction he'd needed. ]
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Sylvain growls against his ear and Cale gives a hard shudder. Can he? Shit, how can he not is the better question? Cale, in turn, bites at Sylvain's ear. ]
Let's find out...
[ Apparently he still has enough of his senses that he can snap back. Sylvain taking both of them though makes him squirm. And then definitely bite into a shoulder to muffle things as fireworks go off in his brain. ]
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His hips rock down against Cale’s as he gives a quiet grunt at the bite to his ear, then his shoulder. His hand works them both, pace speeding as he gets closer and closer.
When he comes, its with a strained, breathless cry as his body tenses, cock spilling messily over their stomachs. Even if his hand works Cale just enough more to make sure he comes, too. Slumping slightly, his breathing is a loud rasp as he rests his forehead against Cale’s shoulder and struggles to catch his breath. ]
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It takes a bit longer, this time, for Cale to reach that point but he hadn't been driven to the bring like he had done to Sylvain. However, another heavy wave of pleasure drives him to come between them much the same way Sylvain had - mess mixing with mess - this time with a silent scream tearing his throat up as he continues to bite hard enough to leave a mark of his own.
Cale is still shivering even when Sylvain slumps. Then, soon, he's going limp and gasping like a fish out of water. ]
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Alright?
[ his voice is still a little hoarse, breathless as his chest still heaves for air. ]
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Yes, he's good. Give him a moment here.
And then there becomes a more panicked smack. Get up get up get up! ]
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What? What’s wrong?
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Very wet coughing that is accompanied by blood on his hand. ]
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Oh, fuck!
[ He scrambles into motion, one hand bracing the othre redhead, even as his other hand comes to press against Cale’s bared chest, fingers splayed wide. There’s no hesitation as he calls on his Faith magic, sending a heal spell through the other man’s body, willing it to find whatever was wrong and fix it. ]
What the hell?!
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Ah.
His eyes move towards Sylvain's panicked expression. Then he places a hand on a wrist to try to dislodge the healing spell. It's not needed. ]
I'm fine. You're already fussing more than what's necessary.
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[ he's not letting up the spell yet. Not until he makes sure you're not bleeding inside somewhere. Is he going to have to send for Olivine? Maybe he should have done that first... ]
That is never fine.
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and the fact that he had been unstable and didn't know it]Apparently my body decided that it's had enough of whatever was in the sake and cake and needed it gone. That's all there is too it.
[ He's even wiping his mouth then shaking it off to the side. Hmm.
And if some of the angry red marks that Sylvain had left behind are now more like day old bruises. Well ~ ]
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[ Sylvain stresses the words with a gritted jaw. Although his gaze has skimmed over those marks and noticed the healing. Something like a Crest kicking in, maybe?
But the blood! That was a problem! ]
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[ Instead what they should be worried about is. Ahem. The mess. Because now Cale is looking between them. Grimacing. Maybe he can bother this man to help out with this. Cale doesn't like the sticky feeling of combined fluids and sweat, thanks. ]
I didn't know you'd be as fussy as the kids.
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[ Was that supposed to make sense. And wait. ]
This has happened before??
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Instead of worrying about that, I'd like to get cleaned up.
[ 100% yes. Yes it has. ]
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But instead of arguing, he shifts to sit beside Cale and retrieves both their robes, although they're a little worse for wear now. ]
Come on. I can show you to the gym. They've probably got some of the nicest showers until you get assigned a room. And sometimes even then.
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...Clothing too, come to think of it.
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[ Like this. With just the robes. He doubts it.
Either way, he holds up Cale’s robe so he can slip into it, his eyebrows arched in patient inquiry.
Which is, of course, when he gets an eyeful of the lettering on the back of it. Some of the words mirror what he suspects is on his own - which he’s specifically not looking at and has been ignoring up until now. But it has him feeling a pang that they seem to have this in common, too. ]
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[ He's not worried about any wording that may ( and probably has ) shown up on his own. Cale will always just scoff and deny it anyway. So when Sylvain offers the robe, Cale is quick to put it back on and tie the sash. ]
Ah, that reminds me. I had a question that I wanted to ask.
[ Cale says as there's still blood on him ]
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Slipping back into his robe with just as much dismissal for whatever it was proclaiming, he tied it off as he pushed to his feet and then offers the redhead a hand up. ]
Ask away. I’ll answer what I can.
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Priorities. But fine. He'll wipe his mouth as he takes the offered hand. ]
The first one was about how long you've been here.
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🎀 wrap~