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[ 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. ]

[ You wanted to be exhausted and completely satisfied, Cale, he's just giving you what you asked for.

But he does slow his movements at that whimper, stilling his fingers, although he keeps them buried within Cale for the moment. ]

Hmm. Maybe I should make you come even more times, until you remember to let me hear you...

[ This is going to end up being a feedback loop of "no this is about what Sylvain wants" and "Sylvain wants what Cale wants" type of deal.

Anyway, thanks for slowing down. It's helping him to catch his breath. ]

Then... What happens... When I can't speak?

You can still moan. And gasp. And I’m pretty sure the incoherent begging I’ve driven you to a time or two still counts as noises.

[ He’s smirking as he scrapes his teeth over the curve of Cale’s ass again. ]

I mean after you're done.

[ There's a gasp! Why do you keep biting his ass? There's a slight shift of his hips to get away from Sylvain's mouth. Which means that those fingers shift.

Cale drops his head with a groan. ]

[ Sylvain's laugh is nothing more than a husky chuckle at that groan. ]

If you’d just give me those delicious noises when you come the first time, it wouldn’t even be an issue.

I'm trying to pace myself...

[ And he really hopes that Hans is smart enough to keep the kids away. Ron will keep everyone else away. ]

Pace yourself… by making me give you even more orgasms because I couldn’t hear you through this one? I’d already planned to give you several, you knew this.

[ Maybe he should change tactics? He looks at Sylvain, an almost pleading look on his face. ]

You know how loud I can get. If I'm loud now, I won't have anything left later.

You can be loud now and later. I have a great amount of faith in your vocal stamina.

[ Even if that’s probably not a thing. That doesn’t mean he can’t tease him about it anyway.]

There's no such thing as vocal stamina.

[ Are they really having this debate with Sylvain's fingers still in his ass? ]

[ Absolutely.

At least until he gets his cock in your ass instead.

But he's not pulling his fingers out just yet, intending to keep Cale stretched open and relaxed for him. Especially when he can feel the occasional clench or shiver of aftershocks from his orgasm, and each one makes him grin. ]

I disagree. But either way. That doesn't change the fact that I want to hear you. I always want to hear you. And I made sure I was the only one in hearing distance so you don't even have to worry about that right now.

[ Those fingers still being there is what is making him twitch and shiver now, Sylvain. Not the aftershocks of a pretty good orgasm. Cale won't admit to it being a good one. Not immediately and not without some coercion. ]

Does that mean Eruhaben left with Raon for the day?

[ It's the dragons that he's more concerned with. Their hearing is far too sharp. ]

Yeah. Something about a training day in the forest. And Hans has the kittens out of the house, too. It's just us in this entire wing.

[ He might curve those fingers slightly, just to make Cale twitch all over again. And to see if he could get one of those noises out of him yet. ]

[ Someone made sure that everything had been covered... ]

That almost makes me think you were planning this from the start.

[ Still pretty smug sounding, given that there are fingers keeping him stretched and soft on the inside. Cale's reminded of that again with Sylvain moving them. This time it does come with a hitched sound and a sigh. ]

[ It’ll do, for a start. ]

Maybe I’m just really good at spontaneously taking advantage of opportunities as they present themselves.

Isn't that convenient.

[ He's breathing out. Shivering because Sylvain needs to do something. Cale will take just about anything to get the other man to just. Stop speaking. For a change.

Okay, that's not true and Cale isn't one that has a lot of shame. But just laying there, bickering while fingers are still inside him seems so. Feels like Sylvain's continuing to tease him. ]

[ That’s because he is. And he’s still enjoying each little clench and quiver and shudder that quakes through the redhead’s body without warning. Unable to completely come back down from the high Sylvain had driven him to. Which was entirely the point. Especially with the oil still slick on his skin, on Sylvain’s fingers, coating his cock.

Sylvain leans over Cale’s back, the move nudging his fingers deeper again as he presses Cale down into that pillow under his hips. His lips brush against the redhead’s ear as he wiggles his fingers within him. ]

Need a little more time to recover?

[ It's the cool air hitting his heated skin that assists in Cale shivering. Yet it's also true that his insides still feel too hot. The press into that pillow makes Cale groan, feeling it press against his own dick and those fingers slide in deeper. Enough that it makes his eyes roll.

There's a shudder when lips barely touch his ear, but fan Sylvain's warm breath as he speaks against it. Cale presses himself back against Sylvain in response. ]

No. In fact, it's borderline frustrating right now.

Only borderline, hmm? Clearly I should tease you more…

[ His grin is audible in his voice as he nips lightly at the curve of Cale’s ear before working his fingers in and out of him a few times, just to keep him stretched and open.

Only then does he withdraw his fingers, but only long enough to slick up his own cock - already fully aroused from having Cale come all over his fingers. His hands come back to Cale’s hips, shifting his angle up a little more as he drags the tip of his cock over the redhead’s entrance. Not pushing inside just yet, but letting him feel it. ]

Won't you regardless?

[ It's not really a squeak at the bite, but it is a pretty high pitched "ah." Short and pointed, though it turns into something different as Sylvain moves those fingers again. The "ah" soon becomes a long, high pitched sigh instead. It end with a hint of a whimper - the feeling of being full suddenly gone and replaced by an odd feeling of emptiness. Of knowing what's coming next and needing for it to happen.

He's already breathing heavily again as he tries to shift to see what Sylvain is doing. The oil makes the sound of Sylvain stroking his own dick rattle around in his brain. But then the man only teases with the tip. It's like he's trying to test how well Cale can behave.

Which only serves to frustrate Cale further. The half growl that he makes punctuates that point. ]

[ A low chuckle before Sylvain’s fingers bite lightly into the flesh of Cale’s ass as he shifts forward, guiding his cock back to his entrance.

He works himself inside with the same deliberation he’d stretched him open around his fingers, although he gives a low, husky groan at the still-tight squeeze of Cale’s body around his length. ]

Maaaybe.

[ There's no MAYBE about it, is there? Sylvain is taking so long to actually just give Cale what he's needing here. Something that they both want. Cale really doesn't understand the point, sometimes, in prolonging this. Especially when he's gasping and clawing at the bed sheets beneath him in frustration and the slow reigniting of that oil and the burn that accompanies the stretch.

It's leaving him gasping and making slight choking noises. Other sounds that catch in his throat - not because he's holding them back but because the slow push is maddening. ]