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Byleth couldn’t help but grit his teeth as he felt Claude’s cock stretched him out so wonderfully, gripping the bedsheets he allowed a strangled groan escape from his lips. After his five-year disappearance, it was the handsome, charming leader of the Golden Deer who found him wandering the remains of Garreg Mach completely confused as to what transpired between the Adrestian Empire and the rest of the Church of Seiros. Through their shared trouble and tribulations, the two of them found solace in each other’s company. A bond between a student and their teacher forged through war. Their relationship soon blossomed from one of mutual respect into one of appreciation, then of love. Soon they found themselves in each other’s close company, each other’s arms; yet they agreed to keep their relationship secret as their fight raged on, but it didn’t them from craving the physical presence of the other.
“You’re- you’re really clamping onto me, By.” Claude grunted, clumsy rolling his hips into the tight entrance beneath him, yet he couldn’t deny how good the way Byleth felt as he coiled around him. Byleth struggled against the cock that was inside him, his body shaking and shivering around Claude’s girth, he did his best to surrender himself into the tight hands that wrapped around his bony hips. The way that Claude scraped against his walls was something Byleth felt utterly hopeless against, each stroke merely cloyed against his walls, filling him with such clumsy fire that he was ill-equip with dealing with as his tears trickling down his pallid face. “You’re- you’re really into this huh?” Claude gasped, and Byleth struggled to hold the reserved expression he’d often worn around the Monastery. “Come on, you can moan, no one’s gonna hear us you know?” he teased, earning a disgruntled expression from Byleth. Yet the grin he wore only widened when he saw Byleth’s lips part, a moan escaping from his lips, albeit one so restrained and strangled it merely came out as a whimper from his throat.
“I’m- I’m trying to relax,” Byleth panted through his rasping, heated lips, earnest with his words he couldn’t help but push back against the hopeless he found himself to be at the complete mercy of, another keen past his lips as Claude put another chip on his mask with his large cock. But no matter how hard he fought against the rush of pleasure he couldn’t help but choke each time Claude dared rolled his lips, the blinding pleasure almost painful as it consumed him. Another shaky rasp escaped him. The teacher rolled his head against the pillow beneath him, covered in a thick layer of heat and musk he sought some kind of refuge from the assault he hopelessly endured coming from Claude’s cock. It didn’t help that his erection between his legs throbbed achingly, begging to bed touched with only the occasional brushes from Claude’s naked stomach only strung him along with his arousal. “But I can’t help it,” he almost whimpered, and Claude mercifully slowed his hips, allowing Byleth some time in collecting his fleeting thoughts he said; “I- I never felt something so intoxicatingly blissful like this. It’s like each time you gouge my walls my whole body is on fire, my mind going numb, what is this feeling? It’s too much.”
“Huh, you’ve never touched yourself, teach?” Claude asked him, Byleth nodding his head forward in admittance and shame, and Claude’s endearing nickname earned him a scowl on Byleth’s features. “That’s... that’s kinda surprising. You never felt-”
“No,” Byleth admits, looking up for the first time in what felt like an age his eyes fell onto Claude’s, green onto green, fear and excitement glittering in his ethereal features as he parts with this very intimate confession. “I never, really felt that way until after I returned to the Monastery.” he gulped, and it was then he felt Claude’s hips slow. A sign that the lord was listening intently to his words, taking in everything he had to say Byleth continued his confession. “I... never really felt anything.” he explained, “But after Jeralt died... well...”
“Hey, By, you don’t have to say any more.” Claude insisted. A tender thumb brushed against his face, and before Byleth could utter another word he felt Claude’s strong arms wrap around him. Panic and confusion shook within him as Claude held him up onto his lap, his lover lavishing him with reassuring kisses on his sensitive neck. “Relax, By,” he cooed, and Byleth took a deep breath as he felt himself slide down the massive girth in agonisingly pleasant speed. “You know, you should have said something about all of that. I would’ve been fine with just sitting you down like this while you get used to everything. I’m not that cruel, you know.”
Byleth could only gulp as he nodded his head to Claude’s words, trying his best to control himself, struggling to swallow the lump that made its home in his throat he could only whimper as the tip of the cock throbbed inside his tense, clutching walls. Hopelessly he moaned against Claude’s ear; the cloying in which was brought upon by the cock buried inside of him only send him into a further panic, pushing him deep against the threshold of what he could withstand Byleth nevertheless couldn’t stop the way his cock twitched erratically against his slender stomach. Pain was something he could tolerate, having grown up with it and enlisted by his late father as a mercenary he’d often bandaged any injury he’d gain in battle without batting an eyelid, the sting of vulnerary against his tender flesh such a common sensation, that he’d soon grew numb to it. But this was something else, something more overwhelming, shocking him to the very core like electricity, suffocating him to the point of helplessness, and yet he found himself craving for more. Laboured breaths gasped past each time his head spun wildly from the way Claude rolled against his prostate, the lord himself moaning so boldly against his ear, rolling his lips against Byleth’s earlobes he nibbled them in affection.
“Claude.” Byleth rasped. More and more did he feel himself buckle under the pressure that was forced against his sweetest, most tender spot, his arms wrapping around Claude’s chest. Claude could only smile at the sight of his teacher, his lover, someone he’d known to be so stern was quietly quivering in his arms in pathetic delight from his cock. Gently he rocked his hips upward, and Byleth could only cry so pathetically in his ear, his eyes lighting up with pleasure, he turned to the lord and asked him: “Please. I want release, make me feel good. I want to cum on your cock.”
“Eager now, are we?” Claude teased, earning a brief eye roll from the mercenary as he lowered him once more onto the bed. Towering over his lover he once more peered into his eyes; the same ethereal eyes he saw shine against those who Slither in the Dark on that fateful day, cutting a gap in what was meant to be his eternal prison, full of rage and determination now looked at him, soft and pleadingly, vulnerable and desperate for his affection, his touch. Gently he started to wind his hips, easing Byleth into a gentle pace he couldn’t help but drink up the wanton sounds that escaped through his parted lips. “I got you, By. I got you, don’t worry, just yourself, alright?”
Byleth hastily nodded, this time grabbing tightly onto the sheets below him he surrendered himself to the loving treatment Claude had promised him, once tight-lipped he now freely let out his expressions of delight, steadily growing drunker with the pleasure that quaked through his body without restraint. More did he allow himself to express the ecstasy he felt within Claude’s arms, allowing himself to tear down the emotional walls he never realised he had built around himself did he finally let out a string of pleasant, wanton moan in Claude’s ear.
“Heh, you’re enjoying yourself now, aren’t you?” Claude growled in his ear, loving the string of delirious ‘yes’ and ‘I love you’s Byleth allowed to escape from his quivering lips did he find himself closer to his orgasm. Gritting his teeth, he felt the tell-tale coil against the bottom of his stomach. Each thrust forward another step closer to his orgasm. He was close, so close, the entirety of his cock pulsating with anticipation, throwing his hips forward he chased his orgasm hopelessly with clumsy desire, and it all culminated into one, long stall of his hips as he came into Byleth; warmth splattered against his walls, and the panic of something so sudden filling him in such a dirty manner gave made him quiver in perverted delight. It didn’t take long much for Byleth to reach his orgasm soon after; his hips shaking as his cum splattered against Claude’s stomach. A loud, winding moan escaping from his lips. He rocked his hips cloyingly, taking up everything his lover had to offer as he rode the afterglow of his orgasm in his wanton enjoyment.
Both Claude and Byleth sat there, their arms entangling the other into a hug they both savoured the heat that radiated from each other’s clammy skin. Closing their eyes they slowly found themselves returning into the warmth of their bed; they felt content, they felt warm with each other’s presence, Claude, in particular, savouring the way that Byleth clung onto him, something so simple showed such affection, as his fingers tightened around him.
“That was...” Byleth muttered, trailing off with uncertainty as he looked at Claude, his eyes piercing his. He looked beautiful.
“Yeah.” Claude merely said, reaching out to brush his hair Byleth merely accepted his affection as his eyes closed in enjoyment.