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I would never think to make you do all the work. [This is an honest statement. The pleasure his partner experiences is very important to him.]

I find that I enjoy undressing my partner's though. Is it not the same for you? [It's akin to unwrapping a present. Exciting and giddiness when one gets to reveal their partner bare.

Wriothesley is not shy about his body. Countless years of fighting has given him a wonderful physique after all. Good lean muscle to admire. His body had countless scars from throughout the years, the most prominent being the three large ones that travel from his throat to his chest.]

[ Sylvain gives a noncommittal hum, because the answer to that question is... highly situational. ]

It is at the moment. Does that count?

[ His eyes are still drinking in the sight as he slides fabric back off Wriothesley's shoulders, letting it drop behind him. The lithe muscle that tells a story all its own - one Sylvain recognizes with ease. His fingers momentarily drift over those prominent scars as his gaze flits up to the man's face. Not questioning, because such marks rarely come without darker tales attached to them. But he can acknowledge them all the same.

He has his own fair share, after all. Ones that will be visible when he sheds out of his own shirt. A long line down the left side of his ribs. The jagged entrance where he'd taken a spear to the side to protect Felix. A rake of large claws down the back of one shoulder, thanks to a pissed off wyvern trying to unseat him from his mount. Plenty that tell a story all their own, several of them pointing to a life he's lucky to still be living. ]

You know how to charm a guy, don't you?

[He definitely is enjoying the way the other looks over him. There's also something nice to compare scars. Not ask about them, but there's a mutual understanding. He wonders if he'll be able to ask about them. Not now though. It would certainly kill the mood right now.

Instead, he wastes no time letting fingers run over them appreciatively. Let's his fingers explore the man's exposed chest and commit the details to memory.] Aren't you a treat, monsieur...

Better than the lollipop still?

[ That humor lingers as his fingers trail down the man’s torso to brush against the waistband of his pants. Pausing near the fastenings that hold them closed. His gaze flits to Wriothesley's face, a silent question for permission in the glance.

The touch to his own flesh gets a faint shiver at the sensation, a ripple of muscle under the light brush of fingertips. ]

And I can be very charming, thanks. Although it’s way more fun when it’s with someone worth putting in the effort for. Or who appreciates the effort in the first place.

Comparing you to a lollipop is an insult to you.

[Sylvain, you're a full course meal. How could he even try to compare them to something as little as a lollipop?

He feels the brush of fingers near the waistband of his pants and he can't help but lick his lips. The way his gaze darkens just a bit. It didn't even have to be asked, but what a gentleman for asking anyways. He rolls his hips down on Sylvain's leg, wanting nothing more than to get rid of the clothes between them.]

Mm, that is true. I would hope that my partners are just as excited as I am when involved. [His hands settle on Sylvain's hips, not exactly aiming to take off the other's pants yet. Almost like he's considering how he wants to.]

[ That’s okay, that gives him the opportunity to make the move first. The fastenings are flicked open and a moment later, calloused fingertips are tracing over the outline of his erection. ]

We’ll consider the lollipop the appetizer for the evening then. [ Humor still thick in his voice, he lets his gaze drop as he slides the last of the fabric out of the way and lets his fingers curl around the hard length of the other man’s cock, giving it a slow, teasing stroke. ]

Oh, I don’t think excitement is going to be a problem for either one of us.

[Wriothesley arches his back with a shameless moan. The touch is like an electro-charged shock coursing through his spine. It feels good.

It isn't even close to enough.]

If that is the appetizer then- [He grabs the other through the fabric of their pants, grinding his palm against it.] are you saying I can eat until my heart's content?

[A lick of his lips as he looks at the other before his eyes wander down.]

[ Sylvain gives a thoughtful hum as he pretends to consider that possibility. He ruts his own hips forward, grinding into that hand, even as he gives Wriothesley another slow stroke. His thumb slides up over the tip, teasing sensitivity, even as he twists his wrist slightly as he strokes him. ]

Hmm. I’m feeling indulgent at the moment. So yeah, I suppose you can have just about anything you want. Within reason.

[Wriothesley can’t help but rock his hips to soak in the pleasure being given to him. His fingers quickly move to unbutton the top button of Sylvain’s pants. He wants more than just petting. He wants to see the other equally naked.]

Is wanting to taste you on my tongue within reason? Monsieur, you are quite an alluring man.

[He pulls down the zipper before tugging at the pants.]

[ Sylvain can’t help but chuckle at that, watching him with a gaze turning dark with his own desire. ]

And here I thought that would be my line. Especially since I’m pretty sure I was the one lured. But I don’t mind. And I think I’d very much like to feel your tongue on me as well.

[ He lets the hint of a smirk creep into his voice at that - more bemused than cruel, filled with anticipation that isn’t shy in the least. His free hand - the one not currently stroking Wriothesley‘s cock, which he is still reluctant to relinquish - lifts to tangle in the hair at the nape of the man’s neck, giving a light tug as he grips there. ]

[The hungry gaze the other gives him only spurs him on. He wants the other to keep looking at him like that.]

What can I say? I'm a natural charmer.

[He lets out a low chuckle before leaning in to nip at Sylvain's neck. He grazes his teeth against flesh before biting down and sucking at the spot to leave a mark. Wriothesley starts trailing kisses down the man's chest. He does miss the other's touch on his length when he moves too far down for the other to touch him any longer, but the grip in his hair is certainly alluring and that tug promises there will be more. It makes him shiver.]

My tongue isn't only just good with sweet talk.

[ There’s a faint shiver as those teeth graze his neck, and the sucking mark left in his flesh gets a soft, breathy groan from him as he leans into it, enjoying it. He doesn’t interrupt as the man works his way down his body, but when he does have to relinquish his grip on the man’s cock - dammit - he makes up for it by playfully giving a nudge with the grip he still has in his hair. ]

Oh? Is that so? I suppose you’ll just have to show me, then. Although I did find myself rather jealous of that lollipop earlier…

I'll have to keep a lollipop on me incase we run into each other again. [He teases the other with a wolfish little grin as he sinks down to his knees.

He tugs Sylvain's pants down, letting them pool around the redhead's ankles. He licks his lips as he looks at the bulge still clothed by Sylvain's undergarments.] Keep your eyes on me, darling. [A playful smile before he carefully grabs the waistband of Sylvain's underwear and tugs it down with his teeth. Wriothesley knew how to put a show on and of course he was going to pull all the stops to impress the well-toned man standing above him.

Once he removes the last bit of clothes, he licks a stripe from the redhead's balls and up the length before ending with a kiss at the tip.]

[ Sylvain’s own smirk deepens a hint at that wolfish grin, easily matching it, even as he watches the other man sink down to his knees, dragging his own pants down as he does so. He doesn’t step out of them, just lets his fingers tangled in Wriothesley‘s hair help steady him. ]

Trust me, you have my full attention right now.

[ He manages to get the words out a moment before Wriothesley leans in to lick a stripe up the underside of his cock and it’s enough to have his fingers tightening their grip for a moment as he moans, deep and throaty, eyes sliding halfway shut at the wet heat. ]

[A shiver runs down his spine, pleased at the response. The grip on his hair and the moan does a lot to make him want to pleasure the other more.

He swirls his tongue over the head of Sylvain’s cock before he takes it into his mouth and suck lightly. He won’t tease the other too much as he starts to bob his head, taking more and more of the man’s length everytime he goes back down on the other.]

Fuck.

[ His curse is a soft hiss as he watches those lips wrap around his cock, suck him into blissful wet heat. He holds back for a few of those initial bobs, but then his hips rock forward a little - careful not to press too deep because he is always deeply aware of his partner's comfort level at the same time as his own - but needing to feel more of it. Nudging against the back of the man's throat when he can finally take him deep enough. The feeling and sight of it drawing a ragged moan from his lips. ]

[Wriothesley’s response is favorable if anything. A moan that vibrates through Sylvain’s length as the boxer’s eyelids flutter.

He rewards the other too by hollowing his cheeks and taking the other down to the base with a groan. He feels drool starting to run down his chin, but he isn’t bothered getting a little messy.]

[ A shiver slips down his spine at that vibration - one the other man can likely feel where he's got his mouth wrapped around him. Another low moan as fingers tighten for a moment in the man's hair and then he starts rocking again, finding a rhythm now when Wriothesley seems okay with it. Watching for hints otherwise but until then he starts fucking the other man's mouth with slow deliberation, holding him at just the right angle to press as deep as he can go without it being too far. Although each rock of his hips takes him deep enough that it teeters on that edge, just shy of it. ]

[His shoulders tense for a moment when Sylvain’s grip tightens. It isn’t out of discomfort and more out of anticipation. As though waiting for more.

He happily keeps the rhythm, enjoying the slide of the hard length in his mouth, rubbing his tongue on the underside and wherever it could reach. He shudders everytime the tip of Sylvain’s cock hits the back of his throat, and he can’t ignore his own throbbing erection as he starts to stroke himself in rhythm.]

[ He feels those shudders, lets his lips curve as he presses deep and lets himself linger there a moment before drawing back enough to allow him breath. ]

Like that, do you?

[ His voice is a low murmur, husky with his own want, because his cock is aching against the teasing slide of the man's tongue on sensitive skin. He's still holding back a little from chasing it too far, too fast, wanting to enjoy the sensations. The sight of Wriothesley on his knees before him with those lips wrapped around his cock. The feel of all those little sounds and reactions he gets to feel.

He's greedy, always wanting more. ]

[He gazes up at the other with an unfocused gaze. Wriothesley looked like he was in bliss.

The picture he must be painting with a flush that travels down his neck and a lusty gaze, hand wrapped around his own cock as he got off to sucking Sylvain’s cock.

He merely replies with a pleased moan, bobbing his head as though to indicate the other not to stop.]

Good boy.

[ He murmurs the words low and throaty, almost around a chuckle. He suspects the other man might actually be older than he is, but that doesn't change the fact that the words come more with the roles they're currently playing with rather than age.

He doesn't stop, either, rocking his hips once more, picking up his pace now as he takes in that expression on Wriothesley's face, the look in his eyes. Knowing what that means for the other man. Not wanting to bring him out of the state he's slipping into, he focuses on chasing his own pleasure along with him. Using his mouth as he holds him positioned right where he wants him. ]

Look at you. [ His voice has that same low, throaty croon, just slightly strained with breathlessness as he fucks the man's mouth. ] Taking all of me, every last inch. And you're loving it, aren't you? How hard are you right now? Could you come from just this, I wonder? The feeling of being used, taking what I give you, and still begging me for more with that clever tongue of yours. When I spill myself down your throat, you're going to swallow every drop for me, aren't you?

[The way that Wriothesley’s pupils are blown wide open at Sylvain’s words are obvious.

Good boy.

It makes a full body shudder go through him as he hears those words. It’s the way the man says it that has him so easily seduced. His face if so red now. His ears are burning. His cock was leaking an embarrassing amount of precome.

And the way he’s being degraded right now? Holy shit. What comes out of the boxer is an embarrassing whine, eyes watering as he can only accept what Sylvain was giving him. He wants to nod and agree. Wants to please the other. Sylvain has a firm grip on his head though and his mouth was stuffed full. So he responds by trying to pleasure the other, rubbing his tongue over whatever his tongue could reach and moaning around the hardened length shamelessly.]

[ Oh, that was a very good reaction, and Sylvian makes note of the cause, his lips curving into a deeper smirk at the knowledge. That whine is muffled around his cock and he presses deeper again, choking off the man's airway against for the span of several heartbeats before pulling back slightly again, only to repeat the motion. Feeling the man's throat work around his tip as he struggled to breath. or take more, it was hard to tell. Either way, it felt exquisite. ]

Oh, you liked that, didn't you? I bet you could come from that alone, even without all the rest. Moan for me, Wriothesley, let me feel you around my cock. Let me hear how much you want me to give you that. I'm close now. [ Just in case the strained breathlessness in his voice hadn't given that away.

His eyes had darkened at the man's reaction to his words and he chases that as much as the delicious friction itself. Craved the way he could see Wriothesley coming apart from just this. ]

Use that pretty mouth of yours, that clever tongue. I can see your hand on your cock. Desperate for it, aren't you? Are you going to come when you swallow me down, hmm?

[He can’t help but breathe out a sob. His head feels so lightheaded as the other chokes him of air and his hands abandon what they were doing to dig nails into Sylvain’s thighs. It’s hard to tell if he’s trying to ask for air or if he’s begging more.

All he knows is that his entire body is wracked with pleasure. That he only feels good as the other forces their cock down his throat and uses him as nothing more than something to pleasure his cock.

Wriothesley doesn’t know why he wants this so bad, but he desperately wants to please the other. To get more of those praises. He moans shamelessly as soon as the other demands it. The moans are loud and needy. Shameless.

He lets his tongue rub the underside of Sylvain’s cock. Swirls it around the head whenever he pulls out enough for him to do so. He can feel the other is close and he wants it so bad.]

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