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[ 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. ]

[ Always so impatient, Cale. Sylvain really needs to get you to relax and enjoy the moment more. For someone so determined to live a lazy life, Cale is exceedingly bad at actually reveling in that sort of indulgence.

But Sylvain is clearly in no hurry as he rocks deeper into the tight clench of Cale's body. Despite the stretching from earlier, Cale is just loose enough to take him, but it's still a bit of a stretch. Something he knows Cale will feel every inch of as he shifts deeper with every rock of his hips. His hands pin his hips in place against the pillow, keeping him spread open for him as he gives his own fair share of moans as he feels the other redhead clench and shudder around him. ]

[ Less impatient and more he's already come once. His body definitely feels more like it is on fire than anything else too - over sensitivity coupled with nerve endings still being kept warm under the oil and Sylvain's touch.

Which he feels - both inside and out - as the man continues to shift and rock. Yes, loose enough thanks to the whole Vitality of Heart constantly healing him, but also that stretch as Sylvain pins him down. It makes Cale shiver and choke on a sob, not because he's holding his sounds back. But because of the intensity in which he feels that. Wants to move and grind against it. ]

[ He can feel the frustration and need to move in Cale’s body and that’s what finally pushes him to give the man what he wants. Plus, that choked little sob had been almost a plea in itself.

His hands release their grip on the redhead’s hips, sliding up the taut length of his back instead, the caress slick from the oil on Cale’s skin. When his hands get about to the back of his shoulders, his hips start to move in earnest, finding a rhythm as he rocks into the tight clench of Cale’s body. Thrusting deep, filling him completely, only to withdraw, and slam deep once more.

He groans, his own body shuddering at the heated friction, the oil on his own cock now too, making him shudder and hiss out a strained breath as fingers knead against the back of Cale’s shoulders. ]

Fuck. You feel so good.

[ Oh... Sylvain releases him and that means that Cale can move against him. Almost means that his own dick is getting friction against the pillow. And now Cale is sighing in relief. Relief and pleasure because Sylvain is getting into a rhythm. Although Sylvain is slamming back into him and that has Cale crying out.

At long last, a very vocal response to what it is that Sylvain is doing. His head is jerking from side to side, breathing heavy. Erratic. Lungs burning from needing to get air but not necessarily afforded the opportunity to catch his breath. ]

[ Sylvain knows how to push him just so, after all this time, and he calls on that knowledge again, as he rocks into him. Loving the sounds he wrings from Cale’s lips.

The fingers of one hand slide up to tangle in red hair, tipping his head back to keep him from thrashing too much. And since that happens to expose the length of his throat at the same time, Sylvain takes advantage as he leans in to run his tongue up the sensitive skin, tasting the sweat there as he bends over his back. Shifting the angle as his next thrust carries him deeper still. ]

[ Of course this works both ways. For as much as Sylvain can use such intimate knowledge against Cale, Cale has been known to get creative when it's least expected.

Which, in this case, he's going to flip the script just a little. He knows how much Sylvain likes to hear him. So why not give Sylvain exactly what he's seeking... So when his hair is pulled and he's manhandled, Cale hisses before releasing a throaty moan as soon as that tongue touches his skin. It's followed by a keen, hands twisting in the sheets.

There's more than one way to get this man riled up. ]

[ See? Was that really so hard?

Sylvain’s smile curves against Cale’s throat as he lets his teeth scrape against the flesh under his lips. He rocks deeper, hips stuttering a little as he feels Cale tighten around him in response. And his fingers tug a little at their grip in the redhead’s hair, because he really was enjoying those sounds, and the way he clawed at the sheets.

He lets his free hand slip down under Cale’s hips to wrap around his cock once more, starting to stroke him in time to the rough thrusts of his hips, wanting to feel Cale come undone around him, beneath him. ]

[ Yes, actually, it is. It's very difficult for him to be honest... Sylvain knows this.

Though it does get him something in the end, even if that something is a hand on his cock, finally moving. It includes hips moving as well. Reaching deeper still. It's too much. It's also not enough. Sylvain has a really funny way of making him want more while also trying to almost run away from it. Right now, between the way that Sylvain is at his throat and tugging at his hair, Cale is seeing stars behind his eyelids.

Now he doesn't want to let go. Not completely, never completely. However, he feels hot. Burning. Inside him. On his skin. Even Sylvain's breath feels cooler than the heat he feels burning him up. It's difficult to focus on keeping a clear head, Cale slipping into a place where he is feeling more than thinking. ]

[ Which had really been Sylvain’s goal all along. Why he’d started with the massage, and the oil, before moving on to the rest of this. His goal had been to get Cale to relax, not just his body, but to quiet his mind as well. That was often much harder, he knew. For himself, as well, which is why he could see it so clearly in Cale at times.

So when Cale starts to go even more pliant beneath him, slipping deeper into that space Sylvain had hoped to press him into, the redhead merely smiles as he rocks deeper into him. Fingers stroking in time to his thrusts, in counterpoint, keeping Cale rocking beneath him, against him. Their bodies caught up in a heated dance of building pleasure. ]

[ The oil had been the right move. Getting Cale's body feverish and warm will always be the key to getting him to slow down. Maybe it's just how his body is geared, his using Record has a habit of overheating him into exhaustion. Right now? Cale feels like he is a furnace that is endlessly generating heat.

A hand goes to his mouth, not to necessarily muffle sounds, but also because it's also just habitual. Biting his finger, really, because the feeling of Sylvain moving, rocking, thrusting inside of him is so, so much. Cale feels himself on the edge. Shaking. Shuddering. Tightening up like a piece of twine being held taunt. ]

[ He knows he’s driving Cale closer to the edge, but he’s taking his time about it. Letting it build with each rock, each thrust, each slide of his fingers around the redheads’s cock.

He sees that hand start to slide upwards, and he’s immediately reaching for it with is other hand, curling fingers around Cale's wrist as he tugs his hand away once more. ]>

No. I want to hear you.

Sylvain!

[ A rather defensive protest that turns into something like a whimper by the end. Yes, okay. Sylvain wants to hear him. But that's also embarrassing and what about the kids!? Okay, it's not really about the kids. It really is more about the fact that he's coming undone like a thread that's been picked at and now everything's unraveling. His body is hot and he's shivering and twitching. Moving and rocking with an intense need ]

Yes, love?

[ Purred against Cale's ear a moment before teeth scrape over the curve of it, breath tickling against sweat-slicked skin. His rocking hips keep up that same deliberate, steady pace. Knowing exactly the effect he's having on the other man. That unravelling was precisely what he's chasing for him and they haven't reached the end yet.

Fingers stroke, wrist twisting as he works Cale's cock with a calloused hand. his own cock aching and oh-so-hard where he's buried deep. Every thrust of his hips has him pulling almost all the way out, only to slam back in deep, setting an almost ruthless pace as the pleasure builds. Burns. Drags them both along in its relentless current. ]

[ That steady pace is what is driving him crazy. It's just enough to keep him on the edge, giving just enough to keep his body hot and shaking. Not enough to give him the sort of release that he needs at the his point. His whole body seems to be reacting. Sensitive in ways that he hadn't known they could be. Everything is prickling and echoing in his brain. At the same time, his eyes are closed so tight and nothing else matters but that pleasure and that intense need pulling and tugging at him. ]

Please... [ One would think that the broken sounding sob actually is the sound of Cale just wearing down. But - ] Just fucking move!

[ It's actually closer to a snarl that actually sounds more desperate rather than anger or being pissed. But then Sylvain finally starts to move. As he does, Cale let's himself go, seeing stars behind his eyes as the sounds he makes increases, the volume louder and finally unconcerned about how he must sound at the moment. He clenches down around Sylvain like a vice.

Close! So, so close! A bit more - ]

[ There. He can tell when Cale let's go, lets himself sink into the feelings, relinquishes any last grip of his control and lets himself instead be carried along where Sylvain is maneuvering him. He gives him exactly what he pleads for, the broken sound of his voice, desperate with need and pleasure, a music all its own.

A quiet, strained groan is breathed against Cale's ear as Sylvain's pace increases, almost brutal in his thrusts as he fucks him, rough and deep, filling up every inch of him. That Cale lets himself express that need is already a telling step, something that's harder for the redhead than he ever lets on. Which is exactly why Sylvain so often seeks to push him to it.

But now he focuses on giving him exactly what he wants. Stimulation layered on top of pleasure and need. Fingers stroking the redhead's cock with intent now, focused on pushing him over that edge as he fucks him deep. Feels his own orgasm building from how tightly Cale clenches down around him. ]

Fuck. So tight. Just like that, baby, let me feel you come undone.

[ Sylvain and his nicknames... What is Cale going to do with this man? Doesn't matter, he supposes. Cale is too far gone to give them and Sylvain's mouth any mind. What matters most is that the other man's thrusts are deep. Rough in a way that has Cale's hands gripping the sheets tightly and panting. His own mouth has sounds that are a mixture of moans and groans. Murmured curses and maybe pleas that are mixed with demands. It's kind of hard to tell, given that it all comes out a slurred mess.

Cale can't keep pace or rhythm when Sylvain finally lays into him in earnest. It's dizzying. Satisfying. The storm inside is now a raging tempted that calls for only one thing in order for it to calm and Sylvain is giving it. Cale's clenched down so tightly that there's no way for Sylvain to really do more than rock deeper.

And that's just what he needs, as Cale feels his body tense. As he releases a pleasured, but pained down that tears through his throat in a way that will leave it raw and achy. His release hits the sheets beneath him hard, soaking the space as his body trembles with an orgasm that makes his mind go blank. ]

That's it, beautiful.

[ His voice is a husky groan against Cale's ear as he feels him come undone around him. HIs own pleasure is teetering on that edge, and he curses, breathless, at the feeling of that tight clench, of the way he can feel Cale tremble and pulse around him, his body strung so tight and hot. It only takes a few more stuttered thrusts before he's burying himself deep and emptying inside the other man with a roar that would definitely been heard, had he not made sure everyone was out of this wing. ]