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[ This also means that he has to pull back from Sylvain’s ear. Cale pushes himself up enough so that he can assist with that nightshirt being pushed off. It can just drop there on the bed, forgotten. And then away go Sylvan’s pants. While they are here, he might as well work on the man’s shirt too.

And you have the sappiest look on your face when I do.

That sounds fake.

[ It doesn't, actually - he has no idea what expression he's wearing when Cale does something so utterly Cale, but that's not outside the realm of possibility. How embarrassing.

Luckily., he busies himself getting rid of his pants, and then his shirt, until he's in bed with the other redhead wearing absolutely nothing, because how convenient is that? Grinning, he settles down next to him once more, more than happy to be pressed along every inch of him, especially when Cale's still warm and comfortable. ]

I don’t mind it. It’s good to see life in them.

[ Since of course Cale has noticed that there had been moments where no light actually touched Sylvain’s expressions.

They are utterly naked after a few moments. Yet there’s no desperation. No greedy hunger consuming and driving their actions. Just smoldering embers of something more. Something deeper. An emotion that Cale, himself, is afraid to voice ere it disappear like fading smoke. ]

Come here.

[ Hands to Sylain’s cheeks. He wants to feel the full weight of this man on top of him. ]

[ he blinks at that unexpected statement, distracted enough by it that he complies without even stopping to think. Curling over the other redhead as he tangles them together beneath the comforter. Leaning into that warm touch on his cheeks as he casts Cale almost a sheepish smile. ]

Am I that bad?

No, not at all. [ He draws Sylvain into a kiss. Sweeter than before, but still liquid fire. ] I just know the look better than you might think.

[ He rocks his own hips a bit, reminding Sylvain WHY there had been a need to get naked in the first place. Only a reminder, though. The kiss made it clear that he isn’t in a rush. Today’s mood is apparently warm, lazy love-making. ]

Which is why I want you to do whatever will bring you back from that place. You don’t have to linger there any longer, if you don’t want to. The next chapters of your life are to be penned by you and you alone.

[ Sylvain hasn't forgotten - far from it - and that rock gets an answering shift of his own, his half-hardened arousal sliding along the length of Cale's cock as he presses down against him. his mouth trails kisses back up along Cale's shoulder, towards his throat once more as he hums softly in acknowledgement. ]

What if I don't want to pen it alone?

Hmmm. [ The sound is almost like a purr as Sylvain’s kisses continue. ] Sharing a pen is too troublesome. Have them hold open the book for you and remember where you last left off.

[ In other words, make sure that this person will give you their unconditional support, even in unnecessary things. Someone that can be a place for Sylvain to return to.

He’d do all that, Cale would. For Sylvain.

A sigh escapes him as he feels that half-hardened length against his thigh. Cale is grinding right back, little shivers blooming up his spine like little flowers chasing the dawn. ]

[ His lips curve into something fond and tender, and he very likely has that sappy look on his face again, even as he presses a kiss just under Cale's ear. ]

And how good are you at holding books?

[ A hand comes down to curve at Cale's hip, fingers sliding under him to grip, even as he guides him up. Moving against him, sliding along his length as they find a rhythm together. it's slow and sensual, the heat starting at a simmer. ]

[ A huff. That one actually tickled a little. ]

Some would say I hold them too often. Cracking open a book is one of my favorite things to do.

[ Cale sighs at the hand on his hip. Groans as Sylvain moves, their growing interests becoming more apparent even as they take it slower. It makes Cake squirm a little, this time kissing at Sylvain’s shoulder. A little tiny bite is placed there. For now. ]

I’m going to want more than this today.

More, huh?

[ The question is grinned into the curve of Cale's throat, even as he gives another pointed rock of their hips together, his cock sliding against Cale's as he feels them continue to harden together. ]

Getting demanding, are we? And what is it the Young master is craving today?

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[ Sylvain’s movement is met with Cale arching his back off of the bed with a gasp. Entirely necessarily? No. Does it make him look more appealing? he hopes so. ]

Maybe I was thinking about being your blank page for the day.

[ So what kind of things would Sylvain want to etch into him? ]

[ As if you need to work to look more appealing, Cale. That is not the problem here. ]

A blank page, huh? Does that mean you’re gonna behave for anything I wanna do?

[ Careful, Cale, that is very dangerous permission to give him. ]

...Define "behave," exactly.

[ He knows that it's dangerous, thank you. However, he's also fairly certain that Sylvain wouldn't want 100% good behavior? Compliance =/= behavior in his mind. ]

[ That just gets a laugh from Sylvain, because he really should have expected that response. And compliance doesn't exactly mean the same thing as behaving to him, either, so they're probably still on the same page.

Still, he gives the flesh under his lips another nip in playful chiding. ]

You know exactly what I mean.

[ The laughter tells him everything he needs to know. Yes, they are on the same page. Behaving also requires compliance. But compliance doesn't necessarily require behaving.

While Sylvain nips at him, Cale grunts. Evaluates just how far he's willing to go today. ]

Oh fine. Only because I'm feeling particularly lazy today.

Don't worry, you can still be as lazy as you want.

[ Because Sylvain has a day of indulgence in mind, taking care of the other redhead, because he had been working too hard before this break. And because Cale so rarely lets the focus stay on just him for very long. ]

But I'm going to need you to roll over on your stomach for me. Get comfy.

Well. As long as that won't change.

[ Roll over? Cale gives Sylvain a wary eye before complying. He stuffs a pillow under his arms to prop himself up a bit.

Your show Sylvain. ]

Good. Just relax for me.

[ He leans over enough to reach for the nightstand drawer, for the vial of oil he'd slipped in there some time ago and never had the chance to try out yet. He'd discovered it on one of their trips abroad and it had intrigued him enough to pick up a sample. Other than testing a little of it on his own skin to make sure it was safe - and worked as advertised - he'd left it tucked away for the right time.

he spills some in his palm now, enough to slick his hands before bringing them back to Cale's back. Staring with his shoulders and the nape of his neck, Sylvain's hands start working the muscles that are so often tight when Cale's been working too much.

It might seem a fairly innocuous way to start when Cale had given him leave to do whatever he wanted, but it won't take long before the oil seeping into Cale's skin starts to gradually heat, tingling as Sylvain spreads it wherever his hands touch. ]

As if that doesn't sound suspicious.

[ Just what did you put in his bedside table, Sylvain? Cale's eyes track the movements of his lover. Eyes the vial... Then just rests his head on that pillow that's keeping him in a comfortable position. What a sneaky man.

Cale adores it. Shhh.

So it shouldn't be a surprise that he sighs as soon as Sylvain's hands are on him. Cale hadn't realized that he had still remained so tense even after the war's conclusion. To be fair, he doesn't even suspect anything's amiss right away, even when he does start to feel warm. That's only natural, right? ]

[ Sylvain doesn’t make a comment on it, either, focusing more on the massage for the moment. The oil will do its own thing, but he wants Cale relaxed and pliant for him, those muscles finally going loose. He’s skilled at this, fingers following the line of tight muscles, working them with singleminded determination until he feels the knots give way before moving onto the next.

He’s deliberate in his movements, but it leaves that oil spread over every inch of skin on Cale’s back as it gradually heats. It has a faintly spiced scent, but a pleasant one, and though Sylvain’s hands are doing most of the work when it comes to relaxing him, the oil is certainly helping. ]

[ It's a pleasant scent. Cale likes sweet foods, but those spicier scents are... It makes one comfortable. More able to relax. And relax he does, a sigh on his lips. A groan as Sylvain works out a king. There's a particularly painful knot and once it comes undone a rather sinful sounding moan has Cale dropping his head forward.

A stray thought here or there enters his mind. It's fleeting, chased away by the tingling warmth that's starting to wake up his nerve endings. Makes Cale more and more aware of the feel of Sylvain's hands on his back. The callouses of those hands working him to the point where there's a little shiver. ]

[ He doesn’t even try to hide his smile, or the occasional soft chuckle, when Cale makes one of those blissed out noises beneath the press of his hands. He works his way down the redhead’s body, following the line of his spine and working outwards from there. Making sure not to miss so much of an inch. The oil leaves Cale’s skin glistening and slick - perhaps a little flushed as that heat spreads along behind the trail of Sylvain’s hands.

Eventually he gets down to his waist, then the tail of his spine, take a few extra moments to work at the knots here with his thumbs or the heel of his palm, if they’re especially stubborn. Occasionally he’ll add some more oil to his hands, but he doesn’t need much. And that heat, it keeps building and spreading the further Sylvain coats his skin, leaving nerve endings sensitive and tender.

And he doesn't stop once he reaches the end of Cale’s spine, either. Continuing on, his hands come down to knead against the curve of Cale’s ass, working the oil in here, too, before parting his cheeks and letting a little of the oil drizzle down between the spread skin. His finger follows it, rubbing it in, until his fingertips come to his entrance, circling it with that same deliberate slowness, working the oil in here, as well. Even if this skin is already sensitive, but the oil will only add to that. ]

[ The flush spreads from his neck to his shoulders before slowly working its way down his back. Cale is now actively groaning, head feeling light. Dizzy even, the oil starting to make the warmth not only linger on his back but spreading deeper. Working into muscle but also curling into a sort of warmth that he is all too familiar with when associated with Sylvain. That's why his breathing is becoming a little ragged. Small puffs of air and slight noises coming from his nose.

Hands move further down. From spine to lower back. To hips. That area in particular makes Cale shudder, hard. No, it doesn't stop there. Hadn't thought that it would. Which is why the moan as Sylvain's hands work his ass is absolutely muffled into that pillow, tapering off into a keen. ]

Is it... Laced with something extr- ah!

[ Yeah that question doesn't get very far. Sylvain has a nasty habit of liking to interrupt those things, because now Cale can feel those fingers and the heat of the oil between cheeks. Against his entrance. ]

[ Another quiet snicker, because he knows why Cale’s voice broke right when it did. He circles his entrance again with his thumb, working the oil deeper into the skin. ]

No, it’s just the nature of the oil. It heats when it comes into contact with the skin. Pretty sure the merchant didn’t intend it for this when he was hyping it up to me, but I like unconventional uses.

[ He wants to ask Sylvain, specifically, what the merchant had said. How, exactly, it had been advertised. Because he doesn't think that it should make him feel this warm?

But Cale doesn't get to do that. Why? Because Sylvain's thumb is moving and he drops his head back into that pillow and makes an embarrassing sound, hips trying to shift. ]