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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.

[ This also means that he has to pull back from Sylvain’s ear. Cale pushes himself up enough so that he can assist with that nightshirt being pushed off. It can just drop there on the bed, forgotten. And then away go Sylvan’s pants. While they are here, he might as well work on the man’s shirt too.

And you have the sappiest look on your face when I do.

That sounds fake.

[ It doesn't, actually - he has no idea what expression he's wearing when Cale does something so utterly Cale, but that's not outside the realm of possibility. How embarrassing.

Luckily., he busies himself getting rid of his pants, and then his shirt, until he's in bed with the other redhead wearing absolutely nothing, because how convenient is that? Grinning, he settles down next to him once more, more than happy to be pressed along every inch of him, especially when Cale's still warm and comfortable. ]

I don’t mind it. It’s good to see life in them.

[ Since of course Cale has noticed that there had been moments where no light actually touched Sylvain’s expressions.

They are utterly naked after a few moments. Yet there’s no desperation. No greedy hunger consuming and driving their actions. Just smoldering embers of something more. Something deeper. An emotion that Cale, himself, is afraid to voice ere it disappear like fading smoke. ]

Come here.

[ Hands to Sylain’s cheeks. He wants to feel the full weight of this man on top of him. ]

[ he blinks at that unexpected statement, distracted enough by it that he complies without even stopping to think. Curling over the other redhead as he tangles them together beneath the comforter. Leaning into that warm touch on his cheeks as he casts Cale almost a sheepish smile. ]

Am I that bad?

No, not at all. [ He draws Sylvain into a kiss. Sweeter than before, but still liquid fire. ] I just know the look better than you might think.

[ He rocks his own hips a bit, reminding Sylvain WHY there had been a need to get naked in the first place. Only a reminder, though. The kiss made it clear that he isn’t in a rush. Today’s mood is apparently warm, lazy love-making. ]

Which is why I want you to do whatever will bring you back from that place. You don’t have to linger there any longer, if you don’t want to. The next chapters of your life are to be penned by you and you alone.

[ Sylvain hasn't forgotten - far from it - and that rock gets an answering shift of his own, his half-hardened arousal sliding along the length of Cale's cock as he presses down against him. his mouth trails kisses back up along Cale's shoulder, towards his throat once more as he hums softly in acknowledgement. ]

What if I don't want to pen it alone?

Hmmm. [ The sound is almost like a purr as Sylvain’s kisses continue. ] Sharing a pen is too troublesome. Have them hold open the book for you and remember where you last left off.

[ In other words, make sure that this person will give you their unconditional support, even in unnecessary things. Someone that can be a place for Sylvain to return to.

He’d do all that, Cale would. For Sylvain.

A sigh escapes him as he feels that half-hardened length against his thigh. Cale is grinding right back, little shivers blooming up his spine like little flowers chasing the dawn. ]

[ His lips curve into something fond and tender, and he very likely has that sappy look on his face again, even as he presses a kiss just under Cale's ear. ]

And how good are you at holding books?

[ A hand comes down to curve at Cale's hip, fingers sliding under him to grip, even as he guides him up. Moving against him, sliding along his length as they find a rhythm together. it's slow and sensual, the heat starting at a simmer. ]