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[ 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.

[ Honestly, there's still remnants of that oil inside him too. That's keeping things pretty toasty. Cale does his best to stop moving, taking measured breaths. As long as Sylvain doesn't start getting hard again, he'll probably be okay. ]

Jealous? They aren't jealous...

[ Except Sylvain’s cock is also inside of him. And still liberally coated in that oil, as well. Cale’s not the only one affected by it. It’s part of why he didn’t pull out - the tight heat around his sensitive cock still feels too good. ]

Oh, they are definitely jealous. Especially Choi Han. And your prince. And all your other dozens of admirers.

[ Then Sylvain should strive to control himself... Yeah that's probably not going to happen. ]

Admiration doesn't mean that they get jealous.

[ Pfffft. Did you find a power that grants you impossible wishes along your journey, Cale? because otherwise, you're gonna need a djinni to grant that one.

Also. How are you this obtuse? Honestly. Especially after all that time in a sex resort. ]

I'm not talking about admiration.

[ Well, he had gotten what he had needed at the Resort. However, it really had been more about raising his rank than, you know. Actually seeking out meaningful connections ~~that was a side effect~~ or pleasure seeking. ]

...You're serious. [ Sylvain... ] You can't possibly think that it's more than admiration or being overly protective.

[ Sylvain just… buries his face in his hands with a strangled groan. ]

I thought you were supposed to be the smart and observant one. How have you not picked up on this? Even the puppy has a crush on you!

[ Does that mean that Cale can maybe try to squirm a bit so Sylvain will pull out? Because nothing holding him now! ]

Puppy? Who is the puppy?

[ His arms are quick enough to wrap back around Cale’s waist and drag him snugly back against his chest, even as he gives a bemused snort. ]

The puppy is the puppy. The one who gives you the longing puppy eyes whenever you’re around and follows you around and practically wags his tail whenever he can do something for you. [ A pause, as he thinks that over. ] Wait, that describes a couple of them actually, never mind. I meant the actual beast-like one

[ That's completely unfair. Cale makes a noise and might reflexively squeeze around Sylvain. ]

Lock? No, no. He wouldn't look at me like that. He's far closer to Choi Han or Rosalyn.

[ A huff. ]

Are you sure it's not your possessive nature just seeing things?