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[Perhaps that's what Wriothesley needs right now. That reciprocation in possessiveness. The feeling that even if there's cracks in his defenses, there's now someone who'll protect anyone or anything seeping through them.
He breathes out a content sigh into the kiss as fingers slide across familiar skin and he rolls his hips against Sylvain's lap, the car rocking just a bit with their movement.] I missed this. [He had missed Sylvain.]
[ His hands slide down to curve against Wriothesley's ass, gripping firmly before dragging him closer. Grinding against him, their movements mirroring each other, even as he nips lightly at Wriothesley's lower lip. ]
[There's a breathy groan that slips from his lips as he feels the press of their bodies and growing need with each rock of hips. He licks at the spot Sylvain had bit as his eyes crinkle at the corners.]
Fine, fine. Just this once, I'll let you spoil me. [He runs calloused fingers through locks of red.] Let's hope that turning into stone didn't make you rusty in bed. I expect a satisfying night if you intend to make it up to me, you know.
At least you’re not gonna treat me like an invalid.
[ Even if Sylvain is moving a little more carefully than normal. Stiffer, almost. It’s easy to hide, when he’s wrapped around the man perched in his lap, and he hears somethingdoes actually feel a little better with Wriothesley pressed so close.
He lets his hands slide up under Wriothesley’s shirt, sliding fabric out of the way as he skates his palms over warm flesh. Keeping him pressed close as his hands explore over familiar skin. And leaning into those fingers in his hair with a contented groan, eyes going half-lidded. ]
Don’t worry, I’m only missing a couple of days. Definitely not enough to be rusty at all.
You're too healthy for me to even imply you might be one. [Wriothesley makes a show of even grinding down into Sylvain's lap.] This part of you is particularly too healthy if you're asking me.
[It isn't as though he isn't aware that Sylvain might be suffering some lingering after effects though. The man might be able to pull the wool over the eyes of others, but Wriothesley was too sharp to not notice any minute differences. He just doesn't say anything about it since Sylvain seemed to not want to bring light to it.
He tilts Sylvain's head up with a grin.] Maybe I'll make you carry me out then if you're not so rusty then. [He leans down so he can capture Sylvain's lips with his own, his hands letting go of the redhead's hair so he can let them wander down to start undoing the clasps of the man's pants.]
[ Sylvain’s voice is caught midway between teasing laughter and a husky groan as the other man grinds down against him, his arousal hardening easily beneath Wriothesley’s attention - as he often does.
He doesn’t make any move to stop the dark-haired man from doing what he wants, more than happy to lean into that kiss instead, his hands temporarily stilling to hold Wriothesley close as he delves deeper into that kiss, hungry to taste him again. ]
And I’m sure that can be arranged. But your luck will be better if you end up giving me some of that begging you do so prettily.
[He will not take responsibility for you being a horny man, okay? Even if he's the one literally grinding into Sylvain's lap with obvious intention of getting the man hard. That's totally not his responsibility. Nope.
Kissing him back is though. He curls his tongue with Sylvain's moaning into the kiss as he continues to rock his hips against Sylvain's. A trail of saliva keeps them connected even as he pulls away a bit from the kiss.] Mm, you'll have to earn that begging then, sweetness. I can't just be giving it to you, you know.
Why not? This- [ a gesture down between them, even as he grins and grinds up against the curve of Wriothesley's ass, letting the other man feel every long inch of him now pressed up against him. ] -is definitely all your doing right now.
[ That kiss has his fingers threading back through dark hair, however. Grip tightening as he tugs Wriothesley deeper into the kiss, holds him right where he wants him as he explores - demands. ]
[He says that, but he definitely moans into the kiss like it's the best thing that has happened to him. The taste of the other on his tongue was severely missed and the way their bodies fit together like Sylvain had never been gone has him melting into the embrace.
His hands clumsily start to undo the clasps on the man's pants.] Mm, yeah. You're going to have to make me beg. I can't go easy on you. Surely, you haven't gotten out of touch on that~?
[ A chuckle, as he nips sharply at Wriothesley's lower lip at that, playfully chiding. ]
Mmm, that means you're not allowed to complain when I drive you to the point of begging for me, you realize.
[ he doesn't stop Wriothesley from unfastening his pants, but he does let his own hand slide inward to cup him through his clothes, grinding his palm against Wrio's own arousal. ]
[He snickers.] I'll complain anyways. [Because he's feeling just a bit bratty right now.
Though, there's some impatience in his movements now as he slide his hand passed the band to wrap fingers around Sylvain's cock.] Beside, isn't it better when it's earned. [He let's out a shaky groan, Sylvain's touch against his growing need an addicting feeling. It'd be so easy to get distracted rutting into Sylvain's hand, but he wants more than that.]
[ So does Sylvain. But ferris wheels aren't exactly the most roomy place to pursue those things, he's finding.
Still, his fingers work open Wriothesley's pants a moment later, his own eager fingers seeking out the man's cock. Wanting to feel him, impatient with the fabric in his way. ]
I suppose that's true enough. Very well, then. let's see if I remember how to make you beg, hmm?
[The car they've been trapped in definitely is not the most spacious and it rocks a little with their movement, but Wriothesley stopped paying attention to that. He lifts his hips to shove pants and underwear down with his free hand to give access to Sylvain more easily as he continues to stroke the man's cock in his other hand.
His breath comes out in cool puffs against Sylvain's neck, quiet moans only meant for him slipping from his lips.]
[ His other hand tangles in Wriothesley's hair, dragging his head closer to tuck his face away, even as he trails kisses along the man's jaw.
But with his pants now out of his way, he takes full advantage, fingers seeking out sensitive skin, giving Wriothesley's cock a slow, sure stroke. Clearly remembering all the ways Wriothesley likes to be touched, how to bring him to most pleasure. Even if Sylvain's in no rush to push him too quickly. ]
I think we both know I would never be satisfied with that.
[Sylvain can feel the bob of Wriothesley's adam apple as he swallows. The way the man lets out a breathy groan as he can't help but rock his hips into Sylvain's hand. He rests his hands on the redhead's shoulders, squeezing them a little.]
You're insatiable, Sylvain. As if you would be so easily satisfied in general. [He squeezes Sylvain's cock.] But I don't think you've ever left me dissatisfied either.
I should hope not. But I'm not the only insatiable one here.
[ His grip tightens, twists, as he strokes Wriothesley's cock. Thumb swiping over the head to tease along the slit there, feeling wetness against his skin. His lips find the moan's throat, tongue licking a heated stripe along warm skin before teeth press down lightly - not enough to leave a mark, but enough to add to the sensations currently assaulting the man's nerves. ]
[The scrape of enamel has him shuddering in delight, precum dripping and smearing under Sylvain's fingertips. He finally let's go of Sylvain's cock and tugs at the man's pants.] You going to just keep teasing me like this? Or did you forget how to use your cock already?
[His words are playful and teasing as they are impatient. It's more of a demand than begging though.]
Is this too much excitement for you? Not that much of a thrill seeker anymore? [Wriothesley laughs heartily enough.] I think that we've both done dumber things than have sex in a space like this. Or are you telling me you won't be able to keep it up?
Besides, if there's one thing I trust with the resort, it's that they wouldn't want us to get harmed while in the middle of fucking like rabbits. [He gently walks his fingers across Sylvain's shoulders.] Besides, you promise you wouldn't disappoint me, Sylvain~ Well, if you changed your mind, I can just give you a handjob.
[ The resort did enjoy making them fuck like rabbits more than anything else. Even with all their other games going on.
His hands find Wriothesley's ass and give a sharp squeeze, nails biting lightly into the flesh as he drags him closer. ]
I can get my pants out of the way, but you're going to have to be creative and figure out how to get yours off. Unless you don't mind me destroying them in the process.
[He lets out a snort in response.] If you rip my pants up, I'm taking yours after, Sylvain. [He's not going to let himself walk around half clothed in the crowd like that.
If he'll even be able to walk after all this in the first place.] So as much as I enjoy being this close to you, it's up to you if you want to leave this with no pants on after or not. Unless you have better ideas. [He sticks his tongue out childishly with a grin.]
You make it sound like I haven't gotten you out your pants before.
[He laughs though, a lightness in it that makes the initial tension earlier almost seem like a faraway dream.]
I'm not as spry as you are. Making an old guy like me work. [He mock grumbles as he shifts though so they can get him free of his pants.] Undress me would you~
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He breathes out a content sigh into the kiss as fingers slide across familiar skin and he rolls his hips against Sylvain's lap, the car rocking just a bit with their movement.] I missed this. [He had missed Sylvain.]
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I'm here now. Let me make it up to you.
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Fine, fine. Just this once, I'll let you spoil me. [He runs calloused fingers through locks of red.] Let's hope that turning into stone didn't make you rusty in bed. I expect a satisfying night if you intend to make it up to me, you know.
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[ Even if Sylvain is moving a little more carefully than normal. Stiffer, almost. It’s easy to hide, when he’s wrapped around the man perched in his lap, and he hears somethingdoes actually feel a little better with Wriothesley pressed so close.
He lets his hands slide up under Wriothesley’s shirt, sliding fabric out of the way as he skates his palms over warm flesh. Keeping him pressed close as his hands explore over familiar skin. And leaning into those fingers in his hair with a contented groan, eyes going half-lidded. ]
Don’t worry, I’m only missing a couple of days. Definitely not enough to be rusty at all.
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[It isn't as though he isn't aware that Sylvain might be suffering some lingering after effects though. The man might be able to pull the wool over the eyes of others, but Wriothesley was too sharp to not notice any minute differences. He just doesn't say anything about it since Sylvain seemed to not want to bring light to it.
He tilts Sylvain's head up with a grin.] Maybe I'll make you carry me out then if you're not so rusty then. [He leans down so he can capture Sylvain's lips with his own, his hands letting go of the redhead's hair so he can let them wander down to start undoing the clasps of the man's pants.]
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[ Sylvain’s voice is caught midway between teasing laughter and a husky groan as the other man grinds down against him, his arousal hardening easily beneath Wriothesley’s attention - as he often does.
He doesn’t make any move to stop the dark-haired man from doing what he wants, more than happy to lean into that kiss instead, his hands temporarily stilling to hold Wriothesley close as he delves deeper into that kiss, hungry to taste him again. ]
And I’m sure that can be arranged. But your luck will be better if you end up giving me some of that begging you do so prettily.
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[He will not take responsibility for you being a horny man, okay? Even if he's the one literally grinding into Sylvain's lap with obvious intention of getting the man hard. That's totally not his responsibility. Nope.
Kissing him back is though. He curls his tongue with Sylvain's moaning into the kiss as he continues to rock his hips against Sylvain's. A trail of saliva keeps them connected even as he pulls away a bit from the kiss.] Mm, you'll have to earn that begging then, sweetness. I can't just be giving it to you, you know.
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[ That kiss has his fingers threading back through dark hair, however. Grip tightening as he tugs Wriothesley deeper into the kiss, holds him right where he wants him as he explores - demands. ]
Can't you now? Are you sure about that, sweet?
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[He says that, but he definitely moans into the kiss like it's the best thing that has happened to him. The taste of the other on his tongue was severely missed and the way their bodies fit together like Sylvain had never been gone has him melting into the embrace.
His hands clumsily start to undo the clasps on the man's pants.] Mm, yeah. You're going to have to make me beg. I can't go easy on you. Surely, you haven't gotten out of touch on that~?
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Mmm, that means you're not allowed to complain when I drive you to the point of begging for me, you realize.
[ he doesn't stop Wriothesley from unfastening his pants, but he does let his own hand slide inward to cup him through his clothes, grinding his palm against Wrio's own arousal. ]
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Though, there's some impatience in his movements now as he slide his hand passed the band to wrap fingers around Sylvain's cock.] Beside, isn't it better when it's earned. [He let's out a shaky groan, Sylvain's touch against his growing need an addicting feeling. It'd be so easy to get distracted rutting into Sylvain's hand, but he wants more than that.]
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Still, his fingers work open Wriothesley's pants a moment later, his own eager fingers seeking out the man's cock. Wanting to feel him, impatient with the fabric in his way. ]
I suppose that's true enough. Very well, then. let's see if I remember how to make you beg, hmm?
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His breath comes out in cool puffs against Sylvain's neck, quiet moans only meant for him slipping from his lips.]
Don't disappoint me, sweetheart.
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But with his pants now out of his way, he takes full advantage, fingers seeking out sensitive skin, giving Wriothesley's cock a slow, sure stroke. Clearly remembering all the ways Wriothesley likes to be touched, how to bring him to most pleasure. Even if Sylvain's in no rush to push him too quickly. ]
I think we both know I would never be satisfied with that.
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You're insatiable, Sylvain. As if you would be so easily satisfied in general. [He squeezes Sylvain's cock.] But I don't think you've ever left me dissatisfied either.
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[ His grip tightens, twists, as he strokes Wriothesley's cock. Thumb swiping over the head to tease along the slit there, feeling wetness against his skin. His lips find the moan's throat, tongue licking a heated stripe along warm skin before teeth press down lightly - not enough to leave a mark, but enough to add to the sensations currently assaulting the man's nerves. ]
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[His words are playful and teasing as they are impatient. It's more of a demand than begging though.]
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[ But he gives their surroundings a pointed glance - the cramped ride car, the way it wobbles as the wheel moves. ]
Are you sure you want to ride my cock up here?
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Is this too much excitement for you? Not that much of a thrill seeker anymore? [Wriothesley laughs heartily enough.] I think that we've both done dumber things than have sex in a space like this. Or are you telling me you won't be able to keep it up?
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[ he's heard of some trying it on wyverns, but this is a whole different level. But probably sturdier? ]
I was more concerned with keeping us up, honestly. But if you're feeling reckless...
[ Who is he to rain on your fun? ]
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Besides, if there's one thing I trust with the resort, it's that they wouldn't want us to get harmed while in the middle of fucking like rabbits. [He gently walks his fingers across Sylvain's shoulders.] Besides, you promise you wouldn't disappoint me, Sylvain~ Well, if you changed your mind, I can just give you a handjob.
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[ The resort did enjoy making them fuck like rabbits more than anything else. Even with all their other games going on.
His hands find Wriothesley's ass and give a sharp squeeze, nails biting lightly into the flesh as he drags him closer. ]
I can get my pants out of the way, but you're going to have to be creative and figure out how to get yours off. Unless you don't mind me destroying them in the process.
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If he'll even be able to walk after all this in the first place.] So as much as I enjoy being this close to you, it's up to you if you want to leave this with no pants on after or not. Unless you have better ideas. [He sticks his tongue out childishly with a grin.]
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[ his grin is cheeky, even as he leans in to playfully nip at that peeked tongue, delighted by the playful banter. ]
I think, if you can bend your one leg here to the side, I can get a pantleg off you. That should be enough, right?
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[He laughs though, a lightness in it that makes the initial tension earlier almost seem like a faraway dream.]
I'm not as spry as you are. Making an old guy like me work. [He mock grumbles as he shifts though so they can get him free of his pants.] Undress me would you~
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