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[ 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. ]

[ He loves making you make those noises. It's one of his favorite things.

Which is why his grin widens as he switches to his fingers again and starts working a single digit into Cale, taking his time as he stretches him open. Coating inside with that oil, too, knowing it will be all the more intense here. It's not long before he's adding a second finger to stretch him wider, although he maintains that same, deliberate pace, the one he'd set with the massage.

Even though he knows this isn't going to be relaxing in the same way at all. ]

[ Of course it wouldn't be such a simple thing like a massage. Though... He does wonder if the massage portion of it had been the reason why Sylvain had asked if Cale would behave. Rather than something questionable, he chose something like this that Cale might have brushed off needing otherwise.

Sometimes he's not sure who is more of a brat. Himself or Sylvain.

Cale will muse about it later. Right now that is most certainly a finger working its way into him. The oil certainly helps with muscles not tightening up. But it doesn't take too long for Cale to start to feel the heat inside him.

Oh... This could be. Oh... ]

[ yeah, he'd learned quite a few tricks at the resort. And just because he didn't have access to the same sorts of supplies he might have had once, he still knows how to spice up a day in bed with something unique.

As familiar as he is with Cale's body now, he knows exactly where to stroke, when to crook his fingers, how to slide calloused fingertips against that particular bundle of nerves tucked away. he's long since memorized all the ways to have Cale unravelling for him and he plays with every single one of them. ]

[ Look, some of those "tricks" and "supplies" might have been a bit much for Cale. Though honestly, making him unravel? Probably still doing the most as far as Cale is concerned. The act of being taken apart carefully always has the effect of twisting him up inside.

So, yes. Good thing that Sylvain asked for Cale to behave. Because between the oil heating up his insides and Slvain's clever fingers, it really isn't long until he's panting and squirming on in the inside. He's moved from using the pillow to prop him up to hugging it to muffle even the slightest whimper. ]

[ Which, of course, Sylvain only takes as encouragement. Although now he’s tempted to steal that pillow away.

He leans down, teeth playfully closing around the fleshy curve of Cale’s ass, even as his fingers purposefully rub over his prostate once more. ]

No muffling your pretty sounds. I want to hear how much you’re enjoying this right now.

[ Don't you dare. Had he thought ahead of time, he would have additionally put one under his hips, thank you. However, he pulls his face away from the pillow. Cale did say he would - ]

Ow! What have I said -

[ It doesn't hurt. Never does. Most marks don't bother Cale, actually. At least until the kids ask about them. But ones on his ass are completely different because it tells people something more intimate about their personal life.

But his head drops again, hips jerking into Sylvain's fingers while Cale moans. ]

[ Cale, why are you showing other people your ass. This should be one of the safest places to leave marks, after all.

He smirks and just rubs his fingers over his prostate again to make sure he was thoroughly distracted from chiding Sylvain. And maybe so he could hear that moan again. Cale deserved a reward for letting him hear it, after all.

But he could also see the way Cale shifted and saw the issue, reaching for the second pillow and tugging it downwards. ]

Here. Lift your hips for me.

[ Do you think he dresses himself, Sylvain? Him, a young noble? Ha! That's too funny. Of course just because he can doesn't mean that he will.

Sylvain is better suited for this anyway. He certainly knows how to make Cale sing, metaphorically speaking. Because that distraction works. Cale's mind goes blank again at the fingers working him open. This time it's with an "Ahh" followed by a small "oh."

He has to take a moment to breathe fresh air to actually be able to do as Sylvain requests. Even raising hips shows how shaky his legs already are. ]