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[ Sylvain just casts him a fondly exasperated look as he shakes his head, then wraps his arm around Cale's middle once more and tugs him closer, so he can tuck him across a broad chest and wrap around him more snugly. ]

For someone so smart, you can be astonishingly dumb.

[ Oh don't give him that look, Sylvain. He knows that look. There is nothing to be exasperated by here! Cale even begins to open his mouth to say as much when the man sees fit to manhandle him into a position of Sylvain's choosing. He makes a noise in the back of his throat. Sylvain gets away with that far too much, even if Cale is settling more comfortably against him. ]

I don't think you have any room to talk.

[ Mister "I never see any good traits in myself." ]

[ Admit it, Cale, you like it when he manhandles you.

But he just grins down at the redhead, leaning forward to trail playful, nipping kisses along his jaw, all affectionate teasing. ]

I have no idea what you could possibly mean.

Besides. None of them stay because of a debt owed. They stay because of you.

[ He'll admit nothing of the sort to Sylvain's face. Yet if the right person asks, Cale will likely not disagree. He'd say that it's a private matter and leave it at that. Of course, Sylvain is going to act the same way that Cale is, dodging that comment with a "I don't know what you're talking about" sort of air. All the while Sylvain knows damn well what Cale is talking about.

That's probably why there are little nipping kisses in an area that is meant to distract and make Cale more pliable.

Mostly, he hates the fact that it kind of works. His irritation ebbs, a hum accompanying those kisses. ]

Hong and On, I understand. Choi Han, I also get, to a degree. Raon Mir and some of the others? I don't know what it is about me that would make them want to stay.

[ Well... Cale knows that Raon Mir is attached to him. He just doesn't understand HOW that happened when he had given the brat freedom. ]

Because in your own way, you’ve saved them all, in one way or another. Offered them a hand when they needed it most. A light in the darkness, a doorway, when they were trapped.

[ Another light nip, this one just under Cale’s ear as he tucks an arm about the other redhead’s waist, his fingers playing along the lines of his ribs through his shirt. ]

That isn’t something you just walk away from.

The children are one thing... Most everyone else would have made out just fine without my meddling in their lives.

[ Okay, that might be true, but only to a degree. Cale won't acknowledge it, but the people around him are happier. Healthier, both physically and emotionally. They are in better places than where they would have been if things were still strictly following the novel. It's maybe the difference between surviving and thriving. Cale still doesn't think much of himself, after all. He's someone that, ultimately, gave them all those options because it would benefit him as well ( but he didn't have to and maybe that's the point ).

His breath catches at that last nip. Attacking the sensitive spots are we? Cale tsks even as his hands finally begin to wander. Mostly along Sylvain's neck, applying just a bit of pressure. Fingertips skating up into hair and then back down again to the neck then towards the shoulder. Just lazily repeating the motion, occasionally giving the back of the neck an affectionate squeeze. ]

Now if you tell me I was your light in the darkness, I might kick you out of bed.

[ All he did is offer a place for Sylvain to go. Nothing more. ]

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What, don’t you think it’d be poetic? Maybe I should start calling you my shining star.

[ He’s pretty sure Cale’s going to immediately hate that idea, which is why he’s grinning as he says it.

He doesn’t argue with Cale’s earlier statement - despite it being outright wrong - because he’s pretty sure the redhead won’t really get it anyway. Words aren’t what will convince him, Sylvain knows, so he lets the debate go for the time being.

Instead, he lets his own hands start to wander more, sliding along Cale’s body with a familiarity that spoke to all the time they’d taken to explore one another in the past. Not that Sylvain will pass up any excuse to do it all over again. He loves getting his hands - and his mouth - and the redhead’s skin and now is certainly no exception. Even as he preens and leans into those touches, soaking up the easy affection between them. ]

[ The hands and the way they move will always be achingly familiar. Sometimes Cale wonders how Ron might have threatened Sylvain the moment he sniffed the both of them out. It's not like Cale hides that fact - well, he does try his best to keep it from the kids. Sylvain's likely realized, by now, that Cale is actually an affectionate person. ]

That's right up there with Alver's name for me. I don't want to be reminded of him in my bed.

[ He's also realized that Sylvain hungers for that affection. So Cale doesn't deny him it. He strokes the area behind Sylvain's ears, teasing touches along the outer shell before placing an easy kiss on the man's brow.

...Cale is actually rather happy that Sylvain decided to stay. It would've felt too much like losing someone otherwise. ]

Don’t tell him that, he’ll be devastated.

[ Sylvain just grins at that, thinking of the Prince’s face. He was still trying to figure out if there was more to their dynamic than they showed. It was hard to tell sometimes. Especially when most of his views of the Prince were still through a magical scrying ball. And then it was mostly Cale and him sparkling annoyingly at each other.

Honestly, it was like watching Claude and Yuri in a room together, and even the idea of that was a little terrifying.

Also let’s not talk about Ron and his scary threats. Sylvain still has nightmares. ]

[ That's the same ⋆.˚ ⊹ ࣪smile ⋆.˚ ⊹ ࣪ that Cale is giving Sylvain right now. ]

If you're so concerned about Alver's feelings, I can always tell him you're an outstanding knight and would love to devote yourself to his service. ⋆.˚ ⊹ ࣪

[ He bites down on the curve of Cale’s throat in revenge for that. He should have known Cale would try and divert it like that. ]

Nah, you’d miss me too much. And I’ve more than had my fill of a lifetime of serving a prince. Alver is a perfectly good prince. Even if he does want to be in your bed.

[ It's... Not diverting. Cale isn't necessarily a jealous person. If Sylvain decided that Cale isn't enough for him, then he probably would be disappointed, but not someone that would hold the other man back from following his desires. Cale just. Augh. All right, he's maybe a touch possessive.

A little.

There's a small, strangled noise at the bite. Cale leans to expose more of his neck and he wonders, distantly, if this is really what Sylvain came here for outside of making sure that the "young master" has been fed. His own fingers are working at tugging out Sylvain's shirt, so that he can get a hand under there. ]

You're imagining things. There's only one person that wants in my bed and he's already in it.

And this is why I will keep telling you how dumb you are, despite being so smart.

[ A swipe of his tongue over the spot he’d just bitten, soothing the reddening skin, even while being a hint smug, knowing that will probably linger for a few days. Worth the glares it’ll earn him. ]

The number of people in this house alone who would love to be in your bed number more than my fingers. And no, I’m not counting the children.

[ He doesn’t resist when Cale tugs at his shirt, grinning about it, even as he slips his own hand under Cale’s nightshirt - much easier since he’s not even dressed right now. His fingers splay over the man’s stomach, thumb swiping at the waistline of his underwear.

I'd hope not. Even I'm not sure when that started. In fact, I don't know when they started letting you in at night.

[ He's so thankfull that he has a large bed. It's the only way to accommodate everyone at this point. And yet, Cale doesn't actually complain about it. He sleeps... Actually quite peacefully with the beings that matter most to him all around him. Cale's just not sure when he became that sort of person.

Sylvain's touch and tongue, however, cause him to shiver. Cale has no idea what time it actually is. It could be late morning. Could be early afternoon. If Cale has to do something today, he'd actually prefer it to be this. Hopefully Sylvain locked the door. ]

Anyway, regardless of what you think they want, I believe I've made my preference clear.

[ He says, gripping the crotch of Sylvain's pants like he owns the man. ]

Unless, of course, you think I should give them the opportunity?

[ OKAY WELL NOW HE'S JUST BEING A BRAT. ]

Brat.

[ Yes, he noticed and he’s calling you on it. And also yes, he totally locked the door, but it’s unlikely that would stop any of Cale’s ‘family’ for long if they really wanted in.

But he rocks into the grip of that hand with a smirk, rather pleased with the possessive gesture. Cale doesn’t show them often, but Sylvain’s always delighted when he does.

He leans forward to kiss him again, deeper this time, as he tangles their legs together. ]

I think you should tell me more about these preferences of yours, actually.

Somewhat. You enjoy it anyway.

[ Sylvain is one too, so the other man can't say anything. They likely wouldn't have reached this point if either one of them were anything less than who they are. So Cale will grind the palm of his hand against Sylvain as he rocks into it before pulling back. Sylvain is tangling their legs together so that just makes the angle a little difficult.

Besides, the kiss is enough to make up for the loss. Maybe. Rather, Cale can kiss back with his tongue moving against Sylvain's lips. That can be a possessive gesture as Cale's hand tangles in Sylvain's hair. Keeps the man there until he is ready to break the kiss, thanks. ]

All these years together and you mean you tell me you don't know?

[ His other hand, the one not in Sylvain's hair, is back to sliding up Sylvain's shirt. Two fingers pinching a sensitive nipple. ]

[ A hissed out laugh as he squirms away from that pinch, although Cale’s hand in his hair ensures he doesn’t actually go far. ]

Maybe I still like to hear about them. You could have discovered some new ones when I wasn’t looking.

[ He can squirm all he wants. Cale is just going to brush a thumb over the same area and apply some slight pressure on that hardening little nub. ]

You mean you like hearing about yourself. How conceited.

[ A peck to the lips is followed by a squeeze of Sylvain's chest. It still has just the right amount of give to it. ]

If I have discovered any, it's because you were the one to introduce me to those preferences.

Mmm. In that case, maybe we should see if we can find some more.

[ It’s a shiver this time instead of a squirm, the nipple pebbling under Cale’s attention. He does roll the redhead back onto his back, however, half-sprawled atop him as he slides a knee up between Cale’s thigh, not quite grinding against him. ]

Discovering what you like has become one of my favorite hobbies, after all.

[ Cale, in return, just sighs and makes himself comfortable. He sinks into the bed, completely trusting Sylvain with his care. ]

I'm glad you think so. It'd be tedious to break in another bed partner and get them up to speed anyway.

[ He grips Sylvain's hair tight and pulls him down for another kiss. A bit rougher than the last, a touch hungry. At least Cale is never one to be indecisive. ]

Ahh, so you have me broken in now, do you?

[ His laugh is muffled into their kiss as he nips at Cale’s lower lip. His hands sweep up beneath Cale’s nightshirt again with a knowing caress. Relishing the heated skin under calloused fingertips, even as they slide up along his ribs and then inwards to tease over both his nipples, circling them with his thumbs. ]

I better be careful that you don’t get bored of me, then.

You were here, hand feeding me sweets that were similar enough to where you grew up. I fail to see how that's not the very definition of "whipped."

[ Spoken between kisses and nips. Cale has no intention of leaving Sylvain's mouth right now. Tongue pushing inside for a moment. To taste Sylvain, for Sylvain to taste that sweetness on Cale's tongue. The sweetness that Sylvain himself put there, as if to emphasize the point.

There's a groan into Sylvain's mouth as hands roam, tease equally hardening nipples.

When mouth part, this time it's Cale that's latching onto an earlobe. Nibbling and sucking on the flesh there. ]

Hmm. Don't think I will be.

Right, I'll make a note to keep the sweets to myself next time then, shall I?

[ His voice is dry as he nips again at Cale's lip, even if he knows he'll do nothing of the sort.

But then it's easy enough to get caught up in those kisses, his hands still exploring and caressing, enjoying the feel of Cale heated and pliant under his touch. When Cale's mouth is the one to start to wander, he gives a low, breathy groan, eyes sliding shut as he trails kisses along one exposed shoulder where Cale's nightshirt has slid away.

Which gives him the brilliant odea of getting rid of it entirely, as his fingers start sliding up the length of it, undoing buttons as he goes. ]

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You wouldn’t dare.

[ They both know it, but Cale will play along with the idle threat. The teasing and the bickering is all part of the fun.

So is Sylvain’s hands on him and Cale’s hands on Sylvain in return. While Sylvain moves up, Cale moves down. They both have things that they want gone, if Cale’s thumb dipping below the top of the waistline of those pants is any indication.

There’s at least a pleased hum at the kisses. Cale feels warm, sighing into Sylvain’s ear and offering a rare moment of no resistance. Though his tongue does trace the outer-shell of the man’s ear before he’s biting that too. ]

[ That gets a husky laugh from him as he nips at Cale's collarbone, still partially focused on unfastening buttons. When that's done, he tugs the fabric out of his way, back off Cale's shoulders, and only then does he lift his hips enough that between he and Cale, they can get his pants undone and out of their way. ]

You're probably right. I probably wouldn't. Besides. You make the cutest noises when you get to eat sweets.