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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. ]

Good boy.

[ he says the words teasingly, a smile in his voice, as he slides a soothing hand down one trembling thigh, settling him back in place once more. Although with his hips canted up like this, it changes the angle he can thrust into the other man and he does so, twisting his fingers inside Cale and then scissoring them as he opens him up wider.

He lets his other hand slide down under the redhead’s hips to skate fingers along his arousal, teasing more sensitive skin. And, oh, with fingertips still slicked with oil. ]

[ The groan he releases is one of exasperation, not pleasure, Sylvain. Praise happens to be Sylvain's thing.

Although he is thankful for the assistance, even if his own hands are starting to partially ache. Just because control issues, really. Cale doesn't get much time to think on it, as fingers are moving inside him again and he chokes, head turning this way and that.

It becomes something like a strangled sob when Sylvain's other hand is finding his already hard cock. ]

[ Sylvain just snickers at that groan, since that was absolutely why he’d said it.

He gives Cale’s cock a slow, sensual stroke, coating his length in the oil, even as he leans over to press a light kiss to his shoulder as he works a third finger into him, stretching him wider still. ]

What do you think? Should we have you come like this? Or should I make you wait for my cock?

[ Sylvain, if you want him to answer, you have to not give him dual stimulation like that. Because Cale's thighs are twitching. His spine quivering. And fingers are digging into the sheet next to his head.

He's pretty sure that there's a wet spot in the bed now from his heavy breathing. ]

That is the most enjoyable part of you... Some days...

Yesh, yes, I know how much you love my cock.

[ A swipe of his thumb over the swollen head of Cale’s arousal, teasing over the slit and mixing the oil with the bit of precome that had beaded up there. ]

But that didn’t answer my question.

[ Oh Sylvain. Sylvain don't do that. It's making Cale squirm and gasp. ]

...That depends. On what all you have planned.

[ And how many stamina potions they'll need. ]

[ How adventurous are you feeling, Cale? ]

My plan… is to spoil you completely and utterly for as long as I can get away with it. You wanted to stay in bed. I’m just here to make sure you are thoroughly entertained and taken care of. And if that involves wearing you out entirely and then sneaking in a nap and a cuddle, so be it.

[ How can Sylvain be so stupidly bold? Spoil him completely or utterly? Isn't that the opposite of what Cale had given him leave to do?

The worst part is, that he can't say he hates this about the man. So he huffs, turns his head away so he doesn't look at Sylvain. And so Sylvain can't see part of the blush that has nothing to do with where hands are or their state of undress. ]

Then you better exhaust and satisfy me completely.

[ Nope. This is exactly what you gave him permission to do. Even if you didn’t realize it at first.

Also hiding that blush doesn’t really work when he can see it creeping up the back of your neck, making him smile. ]

Oh, I intend to. Does that mean I should make you come like this before preparing you for my cock? [ A slide of his fingertips over Cale’s prostate accompany that question, prodding an answer out of him. ]