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[ 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. ]

[ A little shiver at the nickname is the only indication that Sylvain will receive that he's been heard. Cale's body continues to shake and quiver, unable to fully come down from the high and the rush of endorphins until Sylvain finally finds release. Oh Cale will complain about filling him so deeply.

Later.

Right now he just goes limp, face still red and eyes watery. Gasping for air as though his very live depends on it. ]

[ Sylvain eases them both down on their sides, arms wrapping around the trembling redhead as he cuddles him back against a broad chest, head pillowed on one of his arms. His cock is still buried deep and he makes no move to pull out - not yet, enjoying feeling the head of the other man’s body and how he can feel every tremble and shiver that wracks through him. ]

[ Of course Sylvain would stay inside. Cale doesn't have any actual problems with it, but it just means that the knight is greedy. Feeling greedy or satisfied or smug. Or maybe just not wanting to let go. Instead, he does continue to shudder and quake as Sylvain moves them around. He does relax into that chest, still clenching, tiredly. Chest heaving and head spinning. ]

[ Or all of the above.

Cale is spent, he can tell. More than even he anticipated. Cuddling the redhead back against his chest, he wraps around him warmly, holding him close. Hand stroking absently along his chest and stomach in an almost soothing gesture as he presses light kisses to the back of one shoulder. ]

I’ve got you. Just breathe.

[ He'll blame Sylvain. Winding him up like that and then fucking him senseless... It's exhausting. Cale might be worn out and overstimulated - especially with the oil that had been used - but he'll recover quickly. More or less.

Instead he grunts, slightly smacking Sylvain's hand. Touching him along his stomach? When he can feel that dick inside of him? Wow. ]

You don't make it easy...

You definitely stole the wrong person, if you were looking for easy.

[ Sylvain just chuckles as he presses another kiss to the flushed skin of the redhead’s shoulder.

And despite that smack - or maybe in spite of it - his hand continues, coming to rest right over Cale’s stomach now. ]

[ Snorts. ]

Well, you are easy...

[ Easy to get into bed, maybe. Not that Cale is really complaining about that. Though he does hiss and groan at the hands right over his stomach. Sylvain, you're a brat. ]

You're a brat regardless though.

[ Yes, and? You love his brattiness.

You’re also not one to talk. Pot, kettle, and all that. ]

I’m selective about it, at least.

[ There's a little bit of squirming. Sylvain, please. He's still so full and the hands on his stomach and the cock up his ass are a little. Much. ]

Then why do I see it nearly all the time?

Because you’re special, clearly. [ There’s a grin in his voice as his hand rubs a slow circle against Cale’s stomach. ] I don’t need to be selective when it’s you.

[ Sylvain, please. Are you enjoying this right now? Cale's already climaxed at least twice. Is he really going to get any rest here? ]

No wonder Ron and Choi Han give you the stink eye.

[ ...That's not the reason, Cale. ]

[ He is, in fact, enjoying himself immensely. Thanks for asking.

Cale’s comment gets a snicker from him, however. ]

I can’t help it they get jealous.