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[ 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. ]

[ Why does Sylvain have to be so damn persistent? Yes, Cale gets the hint. Rather, he might understand that Sylvain is demanding an actual answer with actual words with the way that the fingers move inside him again.

Augh, augh. His face is rubbing into the pillow even as his hips shake. Why him, dammit.... ]

Yes. Enough already!

[ ...Well. Cale is mostly behaving. There might be nothing Sylvain can do for that mouth of his though. ]

[ Fortunately for Cale, Sylvain happens to be very fond of that mouth. Even when it’s super sassy.

But the frustrated answer get a grin from him, one that’s curved against the flesh of Cale’s ass as he presses a kiss there a moment before he starts working his fingers in and out of him with intent now.

He gives Cale’s cock only the faintest slide of oil-slicked fingers, because he doesn’t want him overstimulated from it. He’s pretty sure the oil is already doing most of the work for him anyway as he crooks his fingers again, rubbing them over Cale’s prostrate for the next few thrusts. ]

Mmm. As you wish, then.

[ Don't you dare think that, when roles are reversed down the line, that Cale will show mercy on you, Sylvain. He won't. At all. Hopefully Sylvain will be ready for it when the time comes...

Cale has to think on that later. Right now those fingers are working inside him and making him choking on a cry. That oil is heating him up from the inside out now and it's too hot. Too warm. Cale's feeling like he is on fire, especially with Sylvain thrusting fingers inside as he is.

If there are murmured "no's" and "not there's" then only he has to know, right? ]

No? [ he murmurs the words against Cale's skin, lips pressed now to the dip at the base of his spine. ] Would you rather I stop?

[ He has no intention of stopping. If anything, his pace speeds, turning a little rougher, a little more insistent as his hand starts stroking along Cale's cock, swiping his thumb over the head as he twists his grip slightly, adding to the friction. ]

[ Just that breath on his skin makes him shudder. What the hell, Sylvain... ]

Don't you dare...

[ He's squirming again, trying to back into the fingers buried deep in him but also trying to get more of the friction that Sylvain's only now starting to engage in. Cale's close, he knows. Very close and he just needs a little more.... ]

[ he can tell how close Cale is, from the way he clenches around him as he squirms, the breathy sounds he makes, the way his movements stutter when Sylvain brushes over somewhere especially sensitive. ]

Not until you come for me, sweet.

[ Which is when he adds a third finger to the stretch and shifts his angle so each thrust, in and out, will have him rubbing over his lover's prostate. ]

[ Not until he comes? Really? Cale just said NOT to stop? He doesn't even really know at the moment. Sylvain is adding a third finger and that's it.

His smaller frame tenses and he comes. There's no sound as he goes, Cale clenching his jaw, knowing that this is going to be the first round of many. ]

[ Sylvain lets him ride out his orgasm for several long seconds, knowing Cale will need a moment to catch his breath. But then there's a playfully chiding bite to his ass as he gives another, almost lazy thrust with his fingers, burying them deep again. ]

I want to hear you when you come. no more muffling your sounds.

[ He should have a couple of seconds, yes? Hello? But if that's the case, then why is Sylvain biting him and still rocking fingers into him? It's enough to make him whimper and try to get away from the over-stimulation. ]