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It would be a difficult competition between Eliwood and Hector, to finally declare how likes cuddling most, so let’s just say it’s a tie.

What can they do? There aren’t many times they get to spend together like this, completely stress and duty free, so of course they’ll try to make the most of it.

Eliwood laughs when Hector pulls him closer, making him roll over him and keeping him in his arms.

For a moment he believes that he wants to go at it again, but turns out he just wants him closer. Of course, Eliwood completely reciprocates.

He smiles, resting his head on Hector’s chest, caressing his scars. Mh. So soft.

He’s always loved Hector’s chest, even before he underwent the surgery, a mix of science and magic of which Eliwood – to be quite frank – didn’t quite understand the process, but what really matters is that it worked.

Still, even with that, it manages to be so… big, but this time, it’s a sign of strength – and Hector is strong, very strong.

He’s startled when he feels a pair of hands grabbing his ass, squeezing his cheeks, and he looks at Hector, eyebrows furrowed.

- Hector! -, he exclaims, and seeing the other grinning, he pinches his nipple in revenge.

This time, it’s the other’s time to let out an exclamation of pain and surprise.

- Ow! Ow! Ok, fine! I’m sorry -, he says, trying to escape Eliwood’s grasp but to no avail.

Having gained what he wanted, Eliwood loosens his grip.

- Hector I swear, you only think about one thing… -.

- Oh shut up -, the other says, running his hands all over Eliwood’s body to caress it, - Let me enjoy you for once -.

Eliwood would reply that he had been enjoying him just a few moments ago, but in the end, does he truly mind? The answer is, of course, no.

He relaxes again, and he smiles.

- I’ll allow it -, he says then, to which Hector chuckles.

- My most sincere thanks then, m’lord -.

Now it’s Eliwood’s turn to laugh, but Hector doesn’t stay without doing nothing for too long, and he attacks, lounging to leave kisses all over Eliwood’s face, which in turn causes him to laugh even more.

Eventually, however, they both calm down, returning to the peaceful atmosphere from before.

Eliwood can’t help but to let out a satisfied sigh, closing his eyes and letting himself enjoy Hector’s warmth and closeness.

He feels a bit drowsy, like this. He’d almost fall asleep…

- Hey -.

… If only Hector hadn’t spoken in that exact moment.

- Yes? -.

- … Wanna go at it again? -.

Eliwood sighs, though he can’t deny that, now that he mentioned it, he wouldn’t be that against a round two. Still…

- Let’s stay like this for a little longer, then we can go, is that alright? -.

Hector smiles, and Eliwood can’t help but to swoon a little internally at how bright it is.

- Of course, my Eliwood, of course -.

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Balthus groans, still more asleep than awake, but there’s a smile on his face.

They may be oh so light, but Balthus can clearly feel Holst’s lips on his naked skin. Why is he even already awake? Balthus doesn’t know, but he sure doesn’t mind it when he’s kissing him all over.

If he has to be honest… he missed him. Their relationship hadn’t quite gotten to that level, before Balthus had to vanish, but they were getting there, even someone has obvious as him could realize it.

There hasn’t been a day in which he didn’t wonder about the kind of man Holst had become: was he finally going to grow the beard he always said he was going to grow? Did he get even buffer? More importantly, would he still like him?

The Balthus of the Abyss is different from the Balthus Holst used to know; well, he hasn’t changed much mentally, but physically he’s become a different man.

He was a bit worried, when Hilda found him and she set him up to meet with Holst again. He was surely going to be mad at him for vanishing like that, and well he wouldn’t be wrong about that, but… would he still like… like him?

He found the answer soon enough, when Holst punched him only to kiss him immediately after.

Balthus isn’t the kind of guy who uses to worry about stuff, but that time, he couldn’t help but to be relieved.

- I know you’re awake -.

Holst’s voice is as sweet as honey, and Balthus smiles, his eyes still closed.

- How could you tell? -.

He hears a chuckle.

- I could hear your brain trying to form a though miles away -, Holst replies, hugging Balthus from behind and whispering in his ears, - You should leave thinking to those who actually know how to do it -.

At that, Balthus jumps into action, turning around and throwing himself at Holst, beginning to half-wrestle half-kissing him.

And they laugh, they both do, as they kiss and playfully fight, smiles on both of their faces, though they stop for a moment, when Holst lounges forward for a long and deep kiss, pushing his tongue between Balthus’ lips, forcing him to part them.

In a moment, Balthus is overwhelmed by Holst’s entire presence, pressed against the bed as the two kiss and kiss again, a spark of electricity that goes through their bodies that makes them shiver in anticipation.

They’ll probably end up like last night, but it’s not like any of them minds.

They have many years of catching up to do, and luckily, they have much time to spare.

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For someone who berated Forde for disturbing him while he was preparing to go to sleep, Kyle sure seems to have a lot of energy, though Forde supposes it’s his fault: he knows how to rile him up, after all, and he’s no stranger to using this knowledge for his gain, namely making out on Kyle’s bed, his favorite place to be.

They’re barely restraining themselves in the way they’re kissing and holding each other, however. Usually it’s pretty chill – it happens when you’ve known someone since childhood – but today there’s something more, a fire burning stronger than ever, and even though they still haven’t addressed it, they can feel it: they want more.

- Kyle… -.

His name comes out as a whisper, a hushed voice in the silence of the room; in its simplicity, it carries the entirety of Forde’s desires.

Kyle seems to understand, as he stops kissing Forde even though he doesn’t really feel like stopping. He looks perplexed, however.

- How… How should we go with this? -.

- Mmmh… -, Forde smiles, leaning closer again, - Let’s go with the flow. We’ll know -.

Kyle gives him a soft nod.

- Ok -.

Clothes begin to get peeled off, carefully laid on the ground, but that’s hardly their focus.

This isn’t the first time they’ve seen each other naked - they’ve known each other since childhood after all - and yet, this time there’s a special intimacy in the act of getting naked in front of the other, an intimacy accentuated by every caress and every kiss on what is revealed.

Forde sighs when Kyle pulls him closer, beginning to nip at his neck. So far this is nothing new from what they usually do, but it also feels much different.

Much different is also the way Forde pushes Kyle down on the bed with his hands on his chest, and different is the surprised way Kyle looks at him. It shakes something inside Forde’s core, and he wonders how far he can push him.

- A second -.

He only needs to lean on the left to reach the small cabinet between their beds, and after a moment of rummaging through, he finds what he was looking for.

When Kyle is finally able to see what he has in hand – a vial of oil – he raises an eyebrow at him.

- Were you planning this? -.

- Not really -, Forde chuckles, - But I’ve been thinking about it for a while… -.

Kyle nods at the admission in a way that makes Forde understand that he isn’t alone in this. And what else can he do, then, if not kissing him?

He leaves the vial on the mattress, and for a moment they both forget about it as they get back to kissing and touching each other.

There’s a touch of hesitation on Kyle’s part when they get to each other’s pants, but in the end he pulls them down and throws them away. Forde can’t help but to find this almost shyness cute, but he also wants Kyle to feel more at ease, something that he manages quite well when he softly takes his shaft in hand, beginning to masturbate him while kissing his neck and shoulders.

A soft gasp escapes from Kyle’s lips, and hearing that, Forde discovers something about himself: how much Kyle’s voice effects him.

He wants to hear more, and so he keeps going, pushing Kyle further, and he’s rewarded by the way his voice echoes between the four walls of their room.

- Gods, Forde… stop -.

At that, Forde freezes. Did he go too far?

- What is it? -.

- It’s just… -.

Kyle looks away, not being able to keep his eyes on Forde as he keeps going:

- If you keep going I… I think I might come already -.

Oh. So that’s the problem – well, problem, not really.

Still, Forde’s smirks at Kyle, leaning closer to him.

- Don’t worry, we’ll have time for that -.

Now there’s another thing they have to worry about.

Forde takes the vial of oil in hand again, brow furrowed in concentration.

- So, huh… Who wants to go? -, he asks, adding immediately, - I mean, we don’t really have to do that, it’s just that… I’ve been wondering… -.

Kyle cuts him off saying something, but he speaks so fast that Forde doesn’t catch it.

- What? -.

He hears a sigh coming from the other, who suddenly feels the need to cover with eyes with his arm – everything not to look at Forde.

- I want to try it -.

Even if he can’t see, Kyle can feel Forde’s smirk as he begins to caress his hips.

- Oh, is that so? -, he asks, and Kyle nods. Ugh, this is so embarrassing.

- Have you ever fantasized about it? -, he hears the other say, and well, he wouldn’t be wrong with that assumption because he has.

His silence speaks volumes, and Forde can’t help but to feel aroused at the idea. This was easier that he anticipated, but of course he won’t say anything about it.

What he does instead, is to begin grinding against Kyle, going back to kissing him as he positions himself over him.

He usually isn’t one to put much effort into anything, or at least anything that he doesn’t particularly care about, so this time, of course, he will give his all.

It takes them a while to get settled and prepared, but it’s also true that they’re taking it slow – there’s no rush after all.

It’s amazing to Forde how different this Kyle is from the one he knows; who would’ve guessed that this was all it would take to make him lose his composure?

Having him like this can easily become addicting, he’s aware of it, and yet he can’t help but to want more and more and more.

- You’re ready? -, he asks, even though he’s dying for a chance to finally take him the way he wants to. He shouldn’t be so impatient.

- Just do it already! -, is what Kyle says, and well, Forde won’t let him repeat himself.

It’s a tight fit, but slowly he manages to get inside the other. This is something completely different from anything he’s ever done – there’s no way a hand could ever replicate this.

- Kyle… -, he mutters, looking down at the other. He’s still trying so hard to keep at least some semblance of a composure, as stubborn as ever, but it’s obvious that he’s cracking: he’s biting on his hand, trying so hard to keep his voice low.

Forde gets lost in a moment in the way his chest moves as he frantically breathes in and out, in and out. He notices the way his body occasionally trembles at the sensation; it’s clearly having an effect on him, and Forde’s enthralled.

When he moves, he does so slowly; he doesn’t want to hurt him, but that’s not all, he has to be honest: he wants to see him crumble completely, he wants him to let go, and what better way for that that to give him so little that he’ll have to ask for more?

It’s not fair, he knows it, but c’mon it’s not that bad, isn’t it?

Kyle’s beginning to get frustrated, Forde can sense it in the way he begins to huff at every lazy thrust.

- Forde… -.

There’s a warning in his voice, Forde can sense it, but he still smiles at him with an air of innocence.

- What is it, my dear? -, he asks in a mocking tone.

Kyle’s about to reply, but Forde decides in this exact moment to put more effort in his thrusts, burying himself deeper and faster, and a strangled moan comes out of the other as he arches against the sheets.

- Something wrong? -, Forde taunts him then, but Kyle shakes his head.

- Nope. Just keep going -.

- Yessir! -.

For once, Forde’s more than happy to obey orders.

This impetus soon dies down, however, and Forde’s movements become softer, slower again. As much as he wants to rib at Kyle, he also – and more importantly – wants both of them to enjoy this.

He lowers himself, his lips an inch from Kyle’s, and he slowly closes the gap, pressing them for a sweet kiss. Unexpectedly – and for once – Kyle’s the one pushing further, parting Forde’s lips as he grips at his shoulders to keep him there, which turns out very, very hot when Kyle begins to moan in his mouth. Forde has no idea whether this is weird or not, but he’s past the point of caring.

The view he has under him… he’s never going to forget it.

If it was allowed, he would paint this scene and hang it on the wall, so that he can always look at it, but he knows that Kyle will have his head if he actually does that.

It’s fine, he has a good memory after all.

Eventually, all this pleasure building up inside them has to be released.

As cliché as it is, they come together, muttering each other’s names in a whisper, bodies trembling and heart beating in unison.

… Uh. Maybe Forde should entertain a poet’s career; he has a knack for this.

He gets distracted from his thoughts when Kyle pats on his cheek.

- Forde, are you ok? -.

- Oh? Yes, yes I’m fine -, the other quickly replies, now back to reality.

- … So? -.

- So what? -.

Kyle’s not looking at him anymore.

- How was it? -.

At those words, Forde’s almost bursts into laughter, but he manages to stay calm.

- What, you want a review and all? -, he jokes, and he almost gets elbowed by Kyle if only he wasn’t quick enough to dodge it.

- No, you dolt! -, he says, then he sighs, - Ugh, just leave it -.

At that Forde’s expression softens, and he nuzzles at Kyle’s cheeks.

- I was just teasing you -, he says, and even if Kyle is trying really hard not to show it, it’s obvious that he’s not mad anymore.

- I love you, Kyle -.

Kyle’s gaze moves towards Forde again, and soon a faint smile forms on his face. He’s beautiful.

- I love you too -.

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- Yes, like that -.

Micaiah’s words ring like a bell to Pelleas ears, and he blushes even more so than he was already doing.

Not that he is an expert on the matter, but this seems quite… off, doesn’t it? Well, maybe “off” isn’t the right word, but it’s certainly unusual.

He doesn’t exactly know why Micaiah has decided that she wanted to see him in such a way, but after all there’s very little he can refuse her, so here is he, with his legs spread – one resting over Micaiah’s hip as she keeps close to him on his side, just at the right angle so that he’ll hear directly whatever she says – and his fingers that are circling his cock.

At first, his movements are slow, clumsy even, but he gains more speed as he becomes more and more desperate.

He thought he would’ve felt awkward being stared at like this, but it’s actually weirdly exciting. Micaiah doesn’t lose even a second of his movements.

He’d try to make more of a show of it, but he’s too focused on giving himself pleasure to care about that, not that it seems that Micaiah minds; it’s almost like she’s eating him with her eyes. Pelleas can’t help but to shiver even just thinking about it.

He wants her to touch him, but there’s something about being watched like this that makes him keep going nonetheless, with more and more fervour as time passes.

His whole body goes rigid as he comes, but Pelleas doesn’t stop moving, riding his orgasm as long as he can, always feeling watched.

His whole arm is trembling for the effort, but he’s soon rewarded by a couple of arms draping around him and a body pressing against him.

- You’ve been so good, Pelleas -, Micaiah mutters, her lips a breath away from Pelleas’.

He can’t help but to smile at the praise, leaning in Micaiah’s soft touches. However, it doesn’t take long for her expression to turn to a mischievous shade that Pelleas knows well by now, which means that there’s something more of him that she’s about to ask.

To confirm his suspicions, when she speaks, this is what she says:

- Can I go down on you? I really want to get a taste -.

Those words are enough to reignite the fire inside Pelleas, and he mutters a “please”, to which Micaiah replies silently with a smile, as she begins to move between his legs.

This is going to be a long night, but Pelleas is completely fine with it.

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Legault’s infuriating and he knows it, there’s no way he doesn’t. How come he always smirks when he’s about to do something he knows will get Heath hot and bothered, then?

Not only he’s aware of it, but he also exploits it without remorse.

Maybe this is why these are one of his favorite moments, because Legault’s mouth is too busy to talk, thus he can’t tease, he can’t say anything. He just keeps taking more and more of Heath’s cock in his mouth, and the best he can manage is a few moans if Heath handles him too roughly – because of course he likes that.

Not that he becomes less infuriating, but at least he puts his skills to good use.

Speaking of infuriating, Legault raises his eyes towards him and, even if he isn’t talking, Heath can hear all the dirty things that gaze means. How can he manage to tease him with his a simple gaze?

He wants to say something, he’s about to, when Legault swirls his tongue around his head, and Heath’s entire body goes rigid at the sensation, pleasure that begins to overflow his mind and senses.

- Where did you learn? -, he asked once, to which Legault replied with a laugh.

- A bit here, a bit there -, it’s what he said. A vague answer.

Well, at least Heath is grateful he has learned somewhere.

He always takes him with such an ease; it makes Heath a bit envious, if he has to be honest.

He wishes he could be able to shut him up like that, in one go, to make him shiver and tremble and moan and… he’s getting ahead of himself.

Not that there are other ways to reduce Legault to a mumbling mess, and there are ways that Heath knows well by now, it’s just that sometimes he wishes he could do what Legault does.

- All in due time -, Legault always tells him, and for once he’s right.

Speaking of ways to reduce Legault to a mess, grabbing is hair is certainly a good start, and this is exactly what Heath does.

It’s no secret that Legault likes his hair pulled, and Heath has done so countless time, even though most of the times are accidents, movements that he can’t help but to make as he searches for something, anything, to hold onto.

This time, however, he grabs it with purpose, and he can see that this is already affecting Legault, if the sloppier way in which he moves can tell him anything. We can’t have that, can’t we?

A sigh leaves Heath’s mouth as he begins to thrust in Legault’s mouth, using his hair as leverage to keep him still.

Another thing that Legault loves: having his mouth fucked. When Heath first found out, he couldn’t help but to call him a whore, but now he’s glad Legault is so fond of the practice; somehow, it’s soothing: it’s like he can unwind all the day’s frustrations in just one simple act.

To be quite honest, he doesn’t see the appeal of being on the receiving end of this, another thing that separates him with Legault, but how does that old say go? Opposite attract, right.

He bites his lower lip, trying to muffle the moans that are trying to escape his mouth. He always does that, a bit out of fear of being heard by someone who isn’t meant to hear him, and a bit because… well, he isn’t exactly sure himself. Not to disrupt the peace? But what kind of peace are we talking about?

He comes back to reality when he feels Legault’s iron grip on his thighs, a sign that it won’t take long before it becomes too much even for him. Luckily, however, Heath’s very close, so much that all it takes is another couple of thrusts before a sigh leaves his mouth and his body shakes.

To Legault’s credit, he swallows everything, and he doesn’t cough even once.

And here it is again, that slight sense of envy, but Heath pushes it down as soon as it comes up, not wanting to have those emotions get in the way.

When he pulls away, Legault can finally catch his breath. Heath swears, he looks more tired now than after a battle.

He crouches right in front of him, petting his hair with soft movements.

- You doin’ ok? -.

Legault nods, and even just by looking at him Heath can see that it isn’t entirely true, but it’s fine: he knows what to do to make it all better. He takes him in his arms in fact, kissing him breathless, his hands already roaming all over his body.

- Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you now -.

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They never have enough time. Maybe after the war they will, but that’s a dangerous train of thoughts to keep for both of them.

Hubert shoves Felix against the wall, kissing him with a desperation that is entirely reciprocated by the other. Knowing every nook and cranny in the monastery reveals to be extremely useful even at times like these, since Hubert knows which hallways are more frequented and which ones are practically deserted, which means that, at least for a short time, he and Felix can abandon themselves to their instincts before having to get back to the war effort.

It’s a better way to vent their anxieties - even though they’d both deny to even feel anything resembling that - and their frustration than other methods, even though they can’t indulge in it as much as they would actually like.

They begin simple, just rutting against each other’s thighs. It’s an efficient method that doesn’t require too much effort nor too much time, but even in his haste, Hubert wants to feel Felix more closely that this.

He soon sneaks one hand under his pants, in fact, beginning to immediately rub his cock with circular movements. If only he could take his time, the things he’d do to him… But unfortunately this will have to do, at least for a while.

In the meantime, he should refocus on the task at hand, not that it’s that hard for him. It’s with practiced ease that he gets Felix closer and closer to the peak, all while he keeps rubbing himself against Felix’s thigh, seeking the same pleasure.

Even if they’re well trained into keeping quiet - this isn’t the first time something like this occurs after all - it’s a good thing that those few small moans that escape their lips are easily muffled by the way they’re kissing like their lives depend on it.

Felix’s body is beginning to shake in a familiar way: he must be close. Hubert redoubles his effort then, because as much as he’d love having more time to drag this out, he also loves watching Felix come by his ministrations. He’s close as well, but for now he focuses on Felix’s pleasure. He knows Felix doesn’t like it when he does it - “your not my servant don’t act like it,” he’d say - but at the moment he’s too preoccupied with Hubert’s fingers on his core to bother with it, though Hubert suspect that he will hear about this later.

He gets distracted by his thoughts when Felix whimpers, his whole body shaking against Hubert’s as he comes. Hubert doesn’t stop touching him through it, helping him riding it to the end. Only then, he concentrates more on himself, going back to rub himself over Felix’s thigh.

It doesn’t take long for him to come as well; he barely manages to keep all the noises that want so much to escape his sealed mouth.

- Hubert… -.

Hubert knows that tone. Felix hates being passive, and this shows even when they have intercourse. Usually Hubert doesn’t mind; actually, he enjoys it plenty, you could say: it’s nice to let go of everything and letting someone else take care of you for a while.

- I know, I know -, he says. He doesn’t mean to cut Felix this short, but they are expected to do their respective duties for the day and they certainly won’t accomplish much if they stay here any longer, - I’m afraid we have little time, right now… -.

Felix huffs, and if Hubert didn’t know any better he would’ve called that cute, but as much as he doesn’t like this, even he realizes that Hubert is right.

- Tonight, then -, he says, the meaning obvious to both of them. “Tonight I’ll take care of you,” is what he means, Hubert knows it.

- Tonight -, Hubert agrees, sealing the deal with one last kiss before he has to make his way back to Lady Edelgard.

For once, he can’t wait to be off duty.

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This isn’t the first time Joshua proposes such risky escapades and this isn’t the first time Gerik agrees to them. What can he say, he likes the thrill - after all, in times of peace there aren’t many battles to take part to, so might as well have fun where he can.

Not that the stakes aren’t high: being found with the king in the throne room like that would be humiliating, but it’s all part of the fun. Besides, he’s pretty sure the rest of guards already knows not to patrol these places at certain hours, which would be unnerving in case of an assassination, but Gerik’s with Joshua and no matter the situation, he’ll make sure nothing happens to him.

- G-Gerik… c’mon! -, Joshua moans, making Gerik huff. He’s always so impatient.

He hasn’t even taken any clothes off that Joshua’s already closes his legs around his waist, pulling him closer to the throne where he’s sitting and beginning immediately to rub their hips together. It’s easier for him: he’s already naked.

- You couldn’t wait, couldn’t you? -, Gerik mutters, more amused than anything else and, after resting one hand on the throne and getting a hold of Joshua’s waist with the other, he begins to rut against the other more forcibly, causing Joshua to let out a long moan.

- Nope -, the other mutters back, smirking in that way that is so Joshua, that Gerik can’t help but to lean down to kiss him. He may or may not be eager as well; it’s Joshua’s influence, he knows it.

He runs his hands down Joshua’s body, lightly scratching his skin, then he goes to open his legs, making him rest his thighs on the throne’s arms and…

- Did you… -, he asks, - Did you prepare yourself already? -.

- Didn’t feel like waiting -, is what Joshua says, with that smile of his on his lips. One day he’ll drive Gerik completely mad and he won’t be responsible for his actions anymore. He goes to kiss Joshua, hard and bruising.

- And did you come? -.

When Joshua shakes his head no, he’s rewarded by Gerik going to open his own pants, pulling his cock out. A few strokes and he’s already hard.

- Good -.

He pushes in abruptly, making Joshua cry out as his whole body jolts at the sensation. He goes to close his arms around Gerik’s shoulders, drawing him even closer until their chests are pressed against each other.

- Is this was you wanted? -, Gerik asks, amused. He knows for a fact that he couldn’t be asking for anything better. Still, Joshua smirks.

- Well, I was hoping you’d also move… -.

A low chuckle escapes Gerik’s lips, accompanied by a sudden hip thrust than makes Joshua very close to seeing stars.

- That can be arranged -.

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- Yeah, like that. God, you’re beautiful, Felix -.

It’s still weird having to do this when they’re so far away, but it’s going to be a couple of months still before Sylvain comes back for winter vacations, and they have needs. Not that they don’t attend to their needs on their own, but sometimes they miss each other too much for them to do it in a way other than this.

It took some convincing because, when it comes to technological things, Felix is worse than an old man, but eventually they’ve started to periodically see each other on Skype to, well… You’ll see.

Sylvain can’t stop staring at the screen, eyes glued to where the dildo he’s bought for Felix’s birthday disappears inside him. Felix has only recently received it via postal service, and he figured that it would be only fair to try it when Sylvain could see, which was a nice thought.

- Can you go deeper? -, Sylvain asks, making Felix huff. Even when they’re far he can’t help but to try to push him further, but it’s not like Felix doesn’t like challenges.

He moans as he pushes the dildo further inside, resting his head on the couch as his body goes slack. If he closes his eyes, he can imagine Sylvain there with him.

- So good… -, Sylvain groans, hands on his own cock, jacking off at the view. His voice certainly doesn’t dissuade Felix from pretending he’s close.

- Sylvain -, he calls him, as if he could’ve done everything from where he is.

- I’ve got you, baby, I’ve got you -.

In Felix’s fantasy, this is all Sylvain’s doing: the cock that is moving inside him is his, the words that come from the pc are actually whispered to his ear. If he concentrates hard enough, he can almost feel his weight pressing him down - he certainly misses that feeling.

- Are you close? -.

- Yes -, Felix admits. He is.

- Show me -.

Felix has never been much for this kind of thing, but he tries to put on a show for Sylvain, angling his hips so that he can see better through the screen. He begins quicken the pace with which he’s moving the dildo, but it’s not enough; he needs to lower his other hand, going to rub at his cock, and he hears Sylvain gasp in response. He must be close as well.

Trying to come at the same time, although romantic, is something impossible in this situation, so Felix just focuses on himself, pushing the dildo deeper and faster, imagining that it’s actually Sylvain’s cock - he wants that so bad - that is ramming him.

- Close… -, he mutters, knowing that he won’t last long. He can hear the sound of Sylvain jerking off on the other side of the screen, and it certainly adds to… whatever this is. He’s never been a fan of anything voyeuristic, but given their situation he’s more than willing to make an exception.

- Good. Come for me, Felix -.

It’s like a switch gets flipped inside Felix, and he immediately reaches the apex at those words, arching against the couch, but he doesn’t stop moving, at least until it becomes too much.

He sags against the couch then, his body suddenly void of all energy, and he barely manages to open his eyes and look at the screen in time to watch as Sylvain comes as well. He can’t help but to lick his dry lips as cum begins to erupt from the slit; if he was there, he would be licking it clean - Sylvain is definitely rubbing on him or else he would’ve never thought that.

It takes them a few moments to gather their bearings. To be quite honest… They don’t really know what to do now. It’s one thing having finished while being together, when this happens when they’re in two different places is a completely different one. They can’t kiss, they can’t touch, they can’t do anything they’d usually do.

- How are you feeling? -, Sylvain asks, breaking the awkward silence.

Finally Felix lets the dildo slip out of him.

- I’m good -, he manages to say then, voice raspy, - You? -.

- I miss you -, is what Sylvain says. Felix feels a knot in his stomach at those words.

- I know. I miss you too -.

It will take a while until they can be together again, but at least they’re lucky enough to be able to see each other like this, even though of course it’s not the same as the real deal.

Still, for now it can only be enough.

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Heather can’t stop moaning, despite knowing that it would be best to keep quiet, but how can she be when Titania is making her feel so good?

To be quite honest she had accepted her request to spar only to have the pleasure of watching her in action up close, even if that meant getting her ass kicked, but for a pretty lady like her Heather was willing to do it. She hadn’t imagined getting pinned to a wall as they were walking back to their tents with a strength that she thought Titania had exhausted during their spar and kissed with a vehemence to which she could only submit. If she had known things would’ve ended up this way, she might’ve made sure the sparring match ended sooner.

And now she’s being held there, with Titania that has both her legs spread open so that she can dive her clit right between them. The friction is delicious, and Heather has to bite her lip in order to stop herself from being too loud, but she soon realizes that she could obtain the same result by busying herself in some other ways, which she does as she begins to kiss and bite at Titania’s skin, successfully muffling her voice.

It’s almost overwhelming the way their clits rub together, sending waves of pleasure to both of them, and things get even better when Titania begins to snap her hips harder and faster.

Heather’s entire body goes slack, and all she can do is to hold onto Titania, knowing that she won’t make her fall. She even has the audacity to remove one hand from Heather’s legs to cup her breast, fingers closing around her nipple, making Heather gasp. Even with just one arm, she’s holding her without a sweat, and if that isn’t hot, then Heather doesn’t know what is.

The more Titania keeps going, the more Heather feels close to the peak, even more so when Titania begins to leave bite marks on her neck, going down with her lips until she finds Heather’s other breast, and she begins to lavish at her other nipple, flickering it with her tongue and sucking on it.

She has never felt so wet, and with her juices leaking on Titania’s clit she can slip even more easily between her legs, leaving Heather breathless.

- I’m… I’m going… -, she tries to warn, because she’s going to come soon, but words fail her as pleasure takes over her mind. By the way Titania begins to mercilessly rut against her, it must be the same for her as well.

With that rhythm it doesn’t take long until Heather comes, her body going completely rigid as she does so, and Titania continues moving, rubbing  their clits together through the entire duration of it. Needless to say, this is the longest and most intense orgasm she’s ever had.

They kiss, and when Titania comes as well, getting Heather’s stomach all dirty - not that she minds - she moans in her mouth.

She’s still holding her even as they catch their breaths. Then, she gently lets her down, though Heather still has to rest on the wall not to fall down - her legs are so weak.

- That was… -, she begins, but again words aren’t coming out the way she wants to.

- Yeah… -, Titania replies, as if she understood perfectly what she wanted to say anyway. She’s still helping Heather staying up, and she appreciates it; honestly she doesn’t know how she’ll manage to make it back to the barracks, she’s going to need a moment.

Thankfully, Titania can see the state that she’s in and, after they put their clothes back on, she scoops Heather off her feet, carrying her with an ease that makes Heather hot all over again.

- I was thinking about getting cleaned up before joining back with the others, what do you say? -, she asks.

Heather smiles. From the way Titania said it, she doesn’t seem to have any other intent rather than actually getting cleaned, which Heather won’t complain about because she doesn’t think she could handle going at it again. Still, this doesn’t mean that she wouldn’t want to repeat the experience any other time, because she definitely wants to, if Titania’s fine with it of course.

Oh well, they could always talk about it later. Now, what they both need is a bath.

- I say that it would be lovely -.

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Rath always takes his time with Wil. He enjoys watching him fall apart, and he likes it when he begs him to give him more, to go faster, like he’s doing now, as Rath thrusts inside Wil, slow and deep. It’s hypnotizing watching his cock disappear inside Wil, but this doesn’t mean that Rath isn’t paying attention to anything else, like the way Wil, on his hands and knees, is beginning to push back against him.

- Rath, please… -, he moans, turning his head enough to be able to look at him with pleading eyes. Rath knows that gaze well and he almost falls for it, but he manages not to.

He grips Wil’s sides then, enough to make him stop moving but not enough to hurt, and he keeps up with his leisured pace.

- Not yet -, he says, smiling at the impatient huff Wil lets out at those words. He was never that good at waiting.

- C’mon, Rath! Please? -, he tries again, but Rath doesn’t deign him of an answer this time, making it clear that he’ll have to settle for slow until he says so.

Times passes and Wil still hasn’t stopped trying to convince Rath to go faster. He’s always been mouthy and things certainly don’t change during these moments; if anything, it gets worse - not that Rath minds, it’s one of the things he loves about Wil.

- Rath! Please, please, please… -.

Only now Rath begins going faster, getting immediately rewarded by another series of moans that leave

Wil’s mouth, along with the usual “yes!” and “right there!”.

Rath loves Wil’ voice, but the same can also be said in reverse, with the only difference that Rath talks more sparingly. Still, there are times such as this one when he knows well when to use it to push Wil to over the edge.

He waits for the right moment, which is when Wil begins to shake, sign that he’s close. Only at that point he leans closer, gently pressing his chest against the other’s back, lips close to his ear. Then, he calls him.

“Wil.”

That’s all it takes to make Wil come with a muffled cry. Feeling him clench around his length, it doesn’t take long for Rath to follow suit, pulling out only once he’s done.

He doesn’t go down with Wil as he collapses on the bed, but rather lies down beside him, not wanting to crush him under his weight. As soon as he does, Wil’s immediately holding him closer, cuddling him like he always does after a good orgasm. The night is still young, so they can spend all the time they want together like this.

Even though at first this was all so weird for him, Rath has grown to enjoy this closeness, and he wouldn’t change it for anything in the world.

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Hubert looks debauched, and Edelgard can’t help but to be proud of herself for reducing him to that state.

She wishes he would be in this particular mood more often if these are the results, but since they’re pretty rare she’s enjoying herself as much as she can. He always takes care of her so well that when he asks for her to take care of him, she can’t say no; it’s something she does with great pleasure.

- Pretty -, she mutters, tracing a line from Hubert’s cheekbone to his heaving chest, smiling at the way he leans into the touch despite the bindings that keep his arms still.

- Please… -. Hubert’s voice comes as a whisper, but Edelgard understands well what he wants. She’s been teasing him with it for a while now.

She rubs her clit between his legs, rubbing against his folds, making him shiver at the stimulation. It’s still not enough and they both know it.

- Who do you belong to? -.

A whine escapes Hubert’s lips and he looks at her with pleading eyes, so different from his usual cruel expression. If the others could see him now they’d be less intimated by him for sure.

- To you, lady Edelgard… Yours, always… Always… Please…-.

During these moments, Edelgard has to remind herself that she should give Hubert what he needs and not what he wants. This time however, and lucky him, the two things are one and the same.

A smile curves her lips, as she gets a better hold of Hubert’s legs - knowingly tightening her grasp so that she’ll leave bruises all over his skin - keeping them spread out.

She can feel the way he’s trembling in anticipation, barely able to muffle his voice when she begins pressing the tip of her clit against his entrance. As she leans closer she accidentally slips inside more than she was going to, but if anything Hubert howls at that gesture; he’s so tense - she has kept him on edge for a long time.

It’s with softness, however, that she moves his hair out of his face, and it’s with softness that she begins kissing his lips. A little reward for keeping up with her so far.

- Do not fear, my Hubert. I will make you feel so good -.

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Elincia loves hearing Leanne sing. Her voice is simply heavenly.

This, she thinks as she crooks her fingers up, making Leanne moan in ecstasy, is just another kind of singing, a kind that she loves nonetheless or, if anything, even more, because this is special, this is just for her.

She soothes her with a kiss on her shoulder, repeating the motion from before, and the song resumes again as Leanne moans her name with that sweet voice of hers.

She keeps going, eliciting more of those delicious sounds out of her.

She could go faster, but she’d rather take her time, let this moment stretch for longer; that way she can still hear her sing this beautiful song that is meant for her ears and hers alone.

She can feel her wetness on her fingers, but she still keeps her leisured pace, alternating pushing in and out of her with simply rubbing her thumbs against her walls, brushing against the sensitive spots inside of her.

Leanne mutters some words that Elincia doesn’t understand; she’s begun learning the ancient tongue just like her lover is learning the current language, but she’s still a beginner so she isn’t able to understand everything.

- What is it Leanne? -, she asks then, encouraging her to speak while still moving her fingers inside her.

- P-please… -.

- Please what? -, Elincia repeats, now slightly more worried, - Should I stop? -.

Leanne shakes her head, looking at Elincia with pleading eyes.

- More… please more… I need it… -.

Elincia was planning to keep at it a little bit more before speeding things up, but if she needs it…

She gently slides another finger inside her - she’s at three - and begins to stretch her out more, moving in and out faster, enjoying the wet sounds she’s making that are only adding to the music of her voice.

It doesn’t take long for Leanne to come, adding one last acute to the song, ending it splendidly. Still, Elincia keeps rubbing inside her, gently this time, helping ease her after the orgasm, milking every single drop of pleasure out of her that she can.

Only when she goes boneless beside her she stops, carefully removing her fingers as to not hurt her.

She wants to lean closer to give her a quick and soothing kiss, but she can’t because Leanne immediately rolls them over, landing on Elincia’s lap with a malicious tingle in her gaze.

- My turn … -, she says, - You sing now -.

Oh, Elincia thinks, she knows she will.

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Kamui wouldn’t have believed that deciding to go drink with the others would’ve led to him on a bed, with Jesse’s ass inches away from his face, though he’s not complaining. It’s a nice ass after all.

He spreads his cheeks with his hands, keeping his hole exposed. He should start, he should because he really wants to, but maybe it’s the drunken haze that is keeping him from doing so, making him stare at the other almost blankly, at least until Jesse moves.

He turns his head as much as he can, looking down at Kamui with a check grin. He raises an eyebrow at him, but otherwise he remains silent.

“Rethinking this already?” Jesse teases him then, to which Kamui responds in a way that can’t be exactly described as eloquent.

“Just shut up.”

He goes to town then, flickering his tongue against Jesse’s entrance, pulling a startled moan out of him.

“Yes, like that!” he moans, already trying to grind his ass against Kamui’s face, but he grabs his hips and keeps him still.

He’s going to have to take what he’ll give him and that’s it.

Jesse whines at the restraint, but he doesn’t fight Kamui on this. He’s being weirdly pliant, and after a moment in which Kamui wonders if he’s planning something, he reaches the conclusion that he must just like it.

Well, he likes it too.

The more he goes on, the more Jesse melts over Kamui, and the more Kamui gets into it, lapping at his hole energetically.

“K-Kamui…”

Jesse’s tone has become more urgent. Kamui revels into it, so different from what he usually hears; none of his usual bravado can be heard now.

“Kamui please…”

He knows what he wants: he wants to be fucked. This isn’t enough stimulation for him and he needs more.

Kamui will be honest, he too needs more - he can’t ignore the growing hardness in his pants much longer.

He turns them around them, settling between Jesse’s legs much to his relief.

The warm up was fine, but it’s time for more.

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It’s unusual for Python to put this much effort into something, but Forsyth isn’t going to comment on that. Normally he would, but he’s a tad busy at the moment.

He swirls his tongue around Python’s pucker, and he hears him moan, lips still sealed around his cock. Forsyth takes a moment to catch his breath, moving his hands so that they’re spreading Python’s cheeks, then he dives in again.

If someone asked him why Python, as soon as they came back to their tent, decided that he wanted to sit on Forsyth face and blow him at the same time, he wouldn’t know how to respond. He had given no indication of having such wants.

It’s not like he’s complaining about this, quite the opposite in fact: it’s so rare that Python puts so much effort into something, even in bed, that Forsyth would never dream of stopping him.

The more he makes Python moan, the more he himself shivers. He can’t help it, not with the way the vibrations from Python’s throat go straight to his dick, making it twitch each time.

He’s close already, but he knows Python will need more and he doesn’t want to come already, at least not before him. It’s not like it’s a competition, but he’s so used to be the one taking care of their needs that it feels wrong to him if he comes first.

So, after getting Python’s entrance nice and wet, he begins to circle it with his finger. He can’t help but to smirk at the way he already twitches around that mere thumb.

He pushes in slowly, finding less resistance than expected. Seems that he has managed to get him relaxed already; good. Python whines at the intrusion, but he doesn’t stop working on Forsyth’s cock, bobbing his head up and down, helping himself with one hand, fisted around the part that he isn’t able to reach.

As soon as Forsyth begins to move, Python also begins rocking his hips against him in an attempt to get more. Forsyth chuckles as he inserts another finger, busying his mouth on Python’s balls as he begins to lick and suck them.

It’s obvious that Python’s getting closer, which prompts Forsyth to go even faster, even deeper. Python, however, has understood what he’s trying to do, and in response he doubles his efforts as well, relaxing his throat as he pushes himself to take even more of Forsyth’s dick.

With both of them giving their all like this, it’s obvious that they both aren’t going to last long.

Python is the first one to come, trapped with his cock between his stomach and Forsyth’s, while the other still keeps pulling his fingers in and out, in and out, brushing them against his prostate. A long moans leaves his lips and he bucks his hips, body shivering for the stimulation.

He doesn’t stop blowing Forsyth, however, and now that he can be more selfish, Forsyth even begins to thrust his hips up, meeting Python halfway. His movements are becoming more desperate by the second, and in fact it doesn’t take long before he comes as well, still buried inside Python’s mouth, who coughs, having to let go of his dick, spitting his cum on the ground.

- You’re ok? -, Forsyth asks, apologetically rubbing at Python’s leg. After a moment, and a cough, Python replies.

- Yeah, I’m fine -.

- Then could you gently move? I’m tired of seeing your ass -, Forsyth chuckles. As if he could actually get tired of that, though he would still appreciate if Python rolled over.

Speaking of Python, he pretends to think about it, then he turns his face towards Forsyth, smirking.

- No -. What does he mean, no?

As to prove his point, Python rests his weight completely on Forsyth, instead of keeping himself up on his elbows. This little--

Forsyth should’ve expected it. Still, he knows what to do: if Python wants to stay like this, then he’ll have to deal with the consequences.

In a moment he’s on him again, startling Python with his tongue tracing his sensitive hole.

- Forsyth! What are you trying to do?! -, he exclaims, trying to pull away, but Forsyth holds him still with his arms.

It doesn’t take long before Python goes back to moaning, pliant under Forsyth ministration, who can’t help but to smile.

The fun has only just begun.

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It still doesn’t feel true but it’s over, they have defeated the Goddess and lived to tell the tale. For a while, at least, things should be good.

This is their second day of celebrations already, but Ranulf supposes it’s fair: what they’ve done is much bigger than just “winning a war”. They’ve saved the entire continent, so it’s fair to host a long celebration.

Besides, Ranulf has his own way to celebrate…

He has lost count of how many times they’ve done this already, but he seems he can’t get enough of Kyza.

-Ranulf… Oh Ranulf! -.

He kisses her lips, pushing his cock inside her again. This usually doesn’t happen, but this time they both feel an intense hunger for each other; it must be the euphoria of having saved the day.

Despite this, however, Ranulf moves as slow as possible, wanting this feeling to last. Kyza under him is a delight to hear, with all her whimpers and small moans, face contorted by pleasure.

She’s beautiful, and now Ranulf finally gets to enjoy her fully without the looming of danger over their heads.

He kisses her everywhere he can, on her lips, on her nose, her cheeks, neck, shoulders. Kyza chuckles at those soft touches, and rewards Ranulf with a few kisses of her own, only to throw her head back again as a long moan leaves her lips.

- R-Right there! -, she exclaims, and Ranulf can only indulge her. He gently takes her legs, hoisting them up on his shoulders, changing the angle of his thrusts as he begins to leave a trail of kisses over Kyza’s legs, making her shiver.

They’re both close already, but Ranulf doesn’t bother going faster, keeping the same gentle pace from before. He doesn’t expect it when Kyza raises herself on his elbows, reaching for Ranulf’s face and dragging him for another kiss, but it’s not unwelcome - quite the opposite actually.

When he feels that Kyza’s close, he closes one hand around her clit, intent on speeding up the process. All it takes is a few tugs for Kyza to come again, clutching Ranulf’s shoulders like her life depends on it.

- Ranulf… Ranulf! -.

Feeling her tightening around him after the orgasm brings Ranulf over the edge again, coming inside Kyza again, filling her up even more.

Finally all their movements stops, at least until Ranulf gently pulls out, only to collapse beside Kyza’s body, completely spent.

- Wow -, he comments then, not knowing what to say, - That was a lot -.

- Yeah… -, Kyza replies, equally spent and satisfied… At least for a while.

Ranulf can’t help but to jokingly roll his eyes when she climbs on his lap, her intentions clear.

- Again? -, he asks, more amused than he should be by this situation. What can he say? It’s not like he’s going to refuse her or whatever.

Kyza’s smile is almost feral, but there’s a hint of affection that warms Ranulf’s heart just by looking at her.

- Again -.

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This isn’t how Pelleas thought that day was going to go, not at all.

It started pretty normally actually, with a diplomatic meeting in Begnion. Pelleas still remembers how afraid he was the first times he took part to them, but by now he’s gotten used to it; now that he doesn’t have the weight of an entire country on his shoulders, he’s less of a nervous wreck. This of course doesn’t mean that he takes his duties as diplomat any less seriously, just that now he handles everything way better.

Back to the meeting. It was pretty boring, to be completely honest: just a border matter in which Daein wasn’t even actually involved.

It made him quite glad when the Empress called for a break. Most of the diplomats present left the room immediately, while Pelleas remained there, mostly because he didn’t feel like walking around.

There was another person who didn’t leave, and instead went to the balcony: Naesala. He was there to represent Serenes’ interests, though he too wasn’t particularly interested in this dispute.

At first Pelleas paid him no mind, figuring that it wouldn’t be nice to bother him with some forced small talk, then the raven got back inside and things changed.

Let’s just say that they… escalated.

Pelleas has to cover his mouth with his hands in order to muffle his moans. If someone hears them from outside they would certainly check it out, which would be disastrous for them.

It would be a scandal: Pelleas, sitting at the edge of the meeting table, his legs spread and with Naesala kneeling between them, lapping at his cock in a way that makes Pelleas all hot and bothered inside.

No, they can’t be found out.

Naesala does something with his tongue and Pelleas shakes, trying so hard not to scream. It feels so good.

There are many questions circulating in his head: where he learned all this, why he decided to do it now, why he chose him. He’s in no conditions to ask, however, and all he can do is to hold onto Naesala’s shoulders as he keeps giving him pleasure.

His entire body is shivering; Pelleas doesn’t think it will take too long for him to come. Would that be alright, though? He has little to no experience with this sort of thing, so he has no idea if he’d be coming too soon; would Naesala think badly of him if he does? He doesn’t want to make a bad impression!

He’s so stuck in his own head that he notices that Naesala has stopped only when he squeezes his thigh, bringing him back to reality.

“Pelleas.”

He lowers his gaze towards Naesala.

“Yes?”

“Relax.” There’s no heat in his voice, just mild concern; he must’ve sensed that Pelleas has gotten tense. It helps a bit, mostly because it’s obvious that Naesala isn’t going to judge him or something like that; actually, given their circumstances, maybe it’s for the best that he comes soon - fewer risks of getting caught.

He gives him a nod then, which prompts Naesala to get back to work immediately, making Pelleas shiver when he runs his tongue along his cock again, flicking the sensitive nub with eager licks.

With that, it doesn’t take long for Pelleas to come. He has to bite his own fist to muffle the sounds that would’ve been heard by the entire castle if he let them out, body rocking against Naesala’s tongue to get more of that beautiful sensation, until it becomes too much, and Naesala lets him go.

Naesala’s not going to lie: if he has more time he would’ve loved to toy with him so more, but he supposes that this will have to be enough for now. A shame, but there isn’t anything neither of them can do about that.

After that “pause”, the meeting resumes without any accident, and with everyone none the wiser to what has transpired between those walls.

The only downside is that Pelleas is even less focused that he was before, but he supposes it’s not so bad.

He can’t stop thinking about what has just happened; this wasn’t something that he was expecting to get at all, but he’d lie if he said he hadn’t liked it. If anything, he feels bad about not reciprocating.

Maybe if he asks Naesala later, he will give him a chance?

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It’s completely inappropriate for a dame like Clair to be involved into something so… so… She can’t even find the right words to describe it, not when she’s being treated to such a good time by Tobin and Gray.

She knew how things would’ve turned out once the three of them made it back to Clair’s quarters, but she wasn’t expecting that they’d be wanting it so bad that they wouldn’t be able not even to get to the bed.

Here they are now, however, frolicking on the floor like savages, though Clair doesn’t have it in her heart to complain, not with Gray situated between her legs, eating her out, and Tobin behind her, not only offering support, but also playing with her breasts, fiddling with her nipples in a way that makes her moan.

Gray has always been better with his mouth, while Tobin has learned a great deal about how to use his hands to make her feel good; they complete each other even under this aspect.

“Shouldn’t we move this-- Ah! To the bed?”

“Too far,” Tobin replies, pressing a kiss on Clair’s neck. Gray doesn’t even bother looking up, too focused on his task. He does something with his tongue that makes Clair buckle her hips up as her hands shoots to grab his hair; it’s completely undignified for a lady like her to rub herself against his face in such a way, but she can’t help it! It’s so good that all she can do is to run after her own pleasure, seeking even more of that sweet tongue.

At this point, if they really have no intentions to reach the bed, she might as well take what she needs right here right now. Besides, it’s not like she’s that far from reaching the apex.

“She’s really getting into it, isn’t she?” Tobin mutters, more to himself than to the others. There’s amazement in his voice, like he can’t believe what is happening - it happens often in Clair’s presence, poor thing is still getting used to the fact that he’s in a relationship now.

Gray keeps licking Clair a few other times, before pulling away to reply: “Yeah, she surely is.”

In response, Clair grabs Gray by the hair, dragging closer to her cunt again.

“I don’t recall telling you to stop,” she says with assertive voice. She always gets like this when she’s close; well, one could argue that it’s not much different from her usual self, but during sex this trait of hers only gets more accentuated.

Gray chuckles, but he goes back to work immediately, lapping at her clit with renewed energy, keeping her thighs spread wide open so that he has better access to it.

A loud moan escapes Clair’s lips as she throws her head back, giving Tobin enough space to begin attacking her neck. He’s getting rougher in the way he’s handling her, sign of his own desire growing, but he still keeps focusing on her with a laudable devotion.

The more Tobin and Gray keep going, the more Clair feels closer and closer to the orgasm. Oh, she’s so close, so so so close…

She has to cover her mouth as she comes, not wanting her screams to be heard by other unassuming people - imagine what they’d think!

Her entire body shakes from the intensity, especially as Gray keeps licking her throughout the entire orgasm, and even keeps going for a bit later, flickering her sensitive nub a few couple of times before finally looking up towards her.

Tobin stops as well, but not before kissing her cheek, like he’s giving thanks for being allowed to witness this.

Only after Clair has completely recovered, she speaks again: “You two are animals.”

It pulls a startled laugh out of Gray, while Tobin looks more sheepish.

“But you liked it,” Gray retorts, and even if Clair would like to keep the indignant act, even she can’t say anything against that, not after her display and especially not after Tobin speaks.

“You did, didn’t you?” he asks, uncertain, like they didn’t just give her the greatest orgasm of her life.

“Of course I did,” Clair replies then, tone softer now, before gently dragging Tobin for a small kiss on his lips. “Though if you wish to continue, why don’t we get to the bed and do things properly?”

Continue? O-oh…

“Yes ma’am!”