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From the moment Byleth had stepped foot in his new shared quarters, his husband-to-be seemed utterly incapable of averting his eyes. It was odd; he hadn’t felt so watched since he last lectured students. Claude acted like an excited puppy, trotting at his master’s heels with a wagging tail and a dopey smile, all for something as simple as an outfit change. Byleth had figured it was about time he got used to proper clothing rather than the battle-worn uniform he was accustomed to, and upon requesting the services of Claude’s personal tailors, they’d gleefully gone about taking his measurements. What he ended up with after hours of work was a dazzling ensemble fit for a prince, something so eye-catching that he nearly felt like a walking signal fire.
Dainty gold jewelry adorned his wrists and neck, jingling quietly with any small movement he made. Impractical felt too generous a term- Byleth could find no rational sense in it. Wearing sparkling baubles that not only caught the eyes of wandering thieves, but also gave away one's position by making noise? That wasn’t even taking into account the risk of getting caught on something during combat. It was absurd. Absurd, but beautiful, he had to admit. They coupled well with his new tunic, though, a lovely piece of clothing that felt almost like sleepwear. The collar of the thing cut down in a light V-shape, showing off the barest hint of his chest. Byleth felt more than incredulous about his trousers- soft, breathable, baggy fabric that handled the golden color of his jewelry much more subtly. The garment didn't feel uncomfortable , not quite. It felt perhaps a bit too loose, as if a strong gust of wind would carry it away. Byleth knew that was nonsense, though, what with how perfectly fastened the waistline and ankles were. Claude’s tailors were nothing if not precise, and Byleth knew with absolute certainty that they knew what they were doing. It was all simply different , not that he minded the change of pace.
Claude wasn’t what Byleth would consider grabby . He was a gentleman, and though he couldn’t help but show his affection for his former professor in public on occasion, it was rare. Claude’s behavior behind closed doors was an entirely different story. Chaste touches along Byleth’s hands, arms, shoulders, waistline- all of it was customary. There didn’t seem to be a moment where Claude wasn’t touching him, not that he minded. It was a welcome change after being separated for so long following the war. This , though, was another thing entirely. While Byleth attempted to organize a handful of documents before dinner, his fiance slid up behind him, a hand coming to rest on his hip. Claude’s thumb languidly stroked over the silken fabric covering Byleth’s skin, his breath warm and tempting against the shell of Byleth’s ear. “Hey, Teach. Have I told you how utterly stunning you look today?”
Not taking his eyes off the papers in his hands, Byleth hummed, “Multiple times, yes.”
“Well, another shouldn’t hurt,” Claude dipped his head a bit to press a light kiss against Byleth’s neck. “Perhaps you could take a break from your work to allow me to compliment you properly?”
“After dinner,” Byleth said plainly. Before Claude could whine back at him, Byleth added, “I appreciate the attention, but these need sorting before nightfall, and I’d rather like to have free time after we eat. You can wait.”
Claude let out a dramatic sigh. “You just enjoy torturing me, that’s the true reason.”
“Only when you misbehave.” With an air of finality to his voice, Byleth lowered one hand, placing it over Claude’s on his hip. He gave Claude a gentle squeeze, then pulled his hand away. “After dinner.”
“I’ll be waiting,” the earlier smile had returned to Claude’s voice. He gave Byleth another longing kiss before backing away, leaving his fiancé to his work. Byleth absolutely would have taken his fiancé's offer were it not for the scope of his workload. The documents he held in his hand were a fraction of what he really needed to work on. In truth, he’d likely be working late into the night. For now, though, he was content to make it to dinner with the promise of much-needed intimacy afterward.
Luckily, dinner arrived before Byleth could get too drawn into his paperwork. Their dining room table was filled with various samples of meats and cheeses, all native delicacies that Byleth was growing dangerously fond of. He’d never particularly had favorites before, but Almyran cuisine was changing that blisteringly quick. Byleth took his seat across from Claude, not hesitating before he jabbed his fork into a rare cut of beef. Claude seemed less interested in the food in front of him. He idly picked at a ripe fruit, his eyes never leaving Byleth’s body. Byleth could feel him staring. “Your food will get cold.”
“Unfortunately, it isn’t quite piquing my interest. I suppose I have a different taste on my tongue at the moment.”
“Absolutely spoiled,” Byleth chastised him before cutting the drumstick off a perfectly roasted waterfowl.
Claude simply chuckled, leaning back in his chair and running a hand through his hair. Byleth hated how much a simple action coupled with that gods-damned laugh could work him up. “Maybe. Perhaps if I could satisfy my palette first, our lovely feast would interest me more.”
Byleth raised an eyebrow at him, swallowing a mouthful of meat before speaking. “You expect me to stop eating to satisfy your impatience?”
“Well, now, I never said that,” Claude pushed away from the table and stood, taking his sweet time to walk to Byleth’s side of the table. Slowly, purposefully, Claude lowered himself to his knees and slipped underneath the table. A shiver ran up Byleth’s spine as Claude shifted himself enough to rest just between Byleth’s legs. “You don’t have to do a single thing.”
“You are unbelievable sometimes,” Byleth gave Claude his signature disappointed professor look. “So insatiable that you can’t wait a mere half hour.”
"You expect too much of me, my king ," Claude's sultry tone coupled with his signature wink perfectly. The uniformity of his hair had begun to come apart enough for errant strands to fall into his face, lending a certain allure to those forest green eyes Byleth adored so much. Deft fingers found their way to the front of Byleth's trousers without being noticed, brushing deliberately over the growing hardness beneath.
Byleth inhaled audibly. His façade of annoyance wavered only for a moment, but he knew Claude would take notice. In an effort to keep what small fraction of an upper hand he had, Byleth said flatly, "I expect an ounce of self-restraint. Also, you can't call me that until the Harpstring Moon."
Another light press of Claude's fingers against Byleth's arousal chased away any possibility of their dinner being eaten warm. "Of course I can, you already hold dominion over my heart."
"Nh… you need better material," Byleth rolled his eyes a bit and exhaled from another purposeful rub against him. They both knew that he wouldn't hesitate to push Claude away if he wasn't interested, and his lack of a strong negative response might as well have been encouragement.
Claude certainly seemed to take it as such, his fingers moving upwards to pull lightly at the fastened waistband of Byleth’s trousers. He bowed his head, dipping down to ghost his lips over the now-tented fabric. A flash of Claude’s tongue across Byleth caused him to throb slightly, a reaction Claude relished every time he got it. “Goddess, it’s unfair how perfectly gold suits you,” Claude murmured. His fingers curled into the silken lining of Byleth’s smallclothes, pulling them just enough to finally set the object of his affections free. Claude openly ogled Byleth’s erection, a loving sigh slipping from his lips and brushing warm air over already heated skin.
A quick brush of Claude’s fingertips across the underside of Byleth's length sent a shiver up his spine. He could never handle it when Claude looked at him like that- like he was some sort of unattainable delicacy that was just within reach. Without warning, Claude's hot, wet tongue slid all the way from the base of Byleth's erection to the tip. Byleth took in a sharp breath and lowered his hand, curling his fingers into Claude’s mess of hair, which only prompted Claude to give him another long lick. “It suits you far more than it does me,” Byleth countered. He could feel himself relaxing more and more into the plush backing of his chair with every soft press of Claude’s silver tongue. Claude tongued languidly at the base of Byleth’s dick, enjoying the taste and weight of him. Claude let his fingers tease along the skin he hadn't yet reached, spreading his saliva across Byleth's length.
“Perhaps that’s why I enjoy the color on you so much,” Claude hummed between feather-light kisses, his lips dancing against Byleth’s shaft as he spoke, “I can’t help but think ‘ he’s mine ’ when I see it on you, my little deer...” he punctuated his pet name with a flick of his tongue before immediately taking the head of Byleth’s dick into his mouth.
“ Khalid -” Byleth gasped, sharp and high, a sound that made Claude hum happily around him and take in another inch. The pure heat of Claude’s tongue was utterly mind-numbing. His head tilted back to rest against the wood of the chair, eyes fluttering closed as Claude's tongue worked him. Byleth could feel the other man smile around him, bobbing his head a few times before taking him in almost completely, swallowing hungrily as he went. Byleth couldn't hold back the soft whimper that tumbled from his lips, his hips stuttering forward in desperation.
As soon as Byleth’s hips moved, Claude pulled back, a glistening trail of saliva leaving him connected to Byleth’s length. His tongue swiped across the tip, breaking the strand so he could speak without making a mess of himself. “You look divine… a gift from the goddess all to myself…” he kissed Byleth’s tip before sinking back down, not giving Byleth enough time to prepare himself or hide more quiet sounds.
In one smooth movement, Claude sank fully down to the base, his nose pressing against the soft skin of Byleth’s belly. Byleth bit his lip against a desperate sound. His dick throbbed with need against Claude’s tongue, and Claude slowly bobbed his head a few times, working Byleth into a state of bonelessness. Byleth’s fingers tightened in Claude’s hair, pulling slightly with each bob of Claude’s head. His eyes flicked down, taking in the full view of his fiancé between his legs. There was a beautiful hunger in Claude’s eyes, the quiet, happy rumble of a groan blocked almost entirely by Byleth’s length. Byleth gasped as he was yanked forward, his ass hanging off the chair just enough for Claude to work with. Still throat-deep on his cock, one of Claude’s hands squeezed the supple flesh of Byleth’s ass, gently spreading him. Claude met his gaze, burning green eyes dancing with mischief. He winked up at Byleth before swallowing him down as deep as possible, a wet finger sneaking up to prod at the tight ring of muscle of Byleth’s entrance. Byleth didn’t have the faintest clue when Claude had even wet his fingers during this entire exchange, but he couldn’t have cared less if he tried. A single digit poked inside, curiously prodding around until it pressed against a sensitive spot that they both knew well. “Khalid, goddess-” Byleth’s breathing grew irregular as Claude started to massage his prostate in time with long bobs of his head, pulling him apart at the seams in a way that only Claude knew how to do. “You- ah - You’re going to spoil your dinner,” Byleth managed a shaky warning, his breathing quickened enough to make speaking laborious.
Claude didn’t respond or change pace in the slightest. He firmly pressed his finger against that spot again, rolling it carefully back and forth, one more long swallow sending Byleth tumbling over the edge. Byelth came in hot spurts down Claude's eager throat, a low, relieved groan coming from deep in his chest while Claude worked him through it. After Claude was sure that Byleth was coming down from his high, he gently slid his finger out of Byleth's entrance, smiling thoughtfully at the way it spasmed around him as if trying to pull him back in. He swallowed slowly, sliding off of Byleth's softening cock, licking his lips at the sight before him. Byleth, his future husband, panting and flushed pink down to his neck, eyes half-lidded, a light sheen of sweat covering his forehead. “Beautiful…” Claude sighed almost dreamily, his clean hand moving up to brush over Byleth’s chest. “Just breathtaking, you are…”
Byleth allowed himself a moment to regain his composure, still floating one a cloud somewhere above himself. Mindlessly, he brought his hand up to rest it over Claude’s, simply holding him there. It was difficult for him to find words with Claude looking up at him like that, eyes full of adoration and such open love that it made him jealous. He brought Claude’s hand to his lips and lightly kissed the top, bringing a lovely flush to Claude’s cheeks. “Will you allow us both the time to eat something before we continue?”
A laugh, soft and light as air, left Claude’s lips. He rested his head against Byleth’s thigh, smiling in a way only he could. “Of course, my love.”