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“This spot is good, eh?” Sylvain asked with a downright ridiculous grin, ridiculous not in a silly, cheeky way. Ridiculous in a way that had Felix feeling disgustingly hot and undeniably aroused. He knew undoubtedly his face had contorted into a look of distaste and for a moment worried if Sylvain had seen, but Sylvain kept his keen eyes locked on Felix’s cock, encompassed by his hand, his thumb hooked over the shaft to practically dig into Felix’s slit.
It didn't hurt, it could never hurt when it was from Sylvain. All the pain Felix thought he would’ve felt was instead melted into the greatest pleasure of his life. Nothing could compare, nothing at all. This pleasure felt like his lifeblood.
Sylvain squeezed his hand tighter on Felix’s length, prompting a moan being exhausted from Felix. Felix tilted his head back, shifting his shoulders up stiffly as his fingers dug into Sylvain's bed. His eyelashes fluttered as he squinted, trying to remain somewhat composed while the man of his dreams was touching him somewhere so untouched.
It was starting to get really difficult to keep his composed front displayed.
Sylvain detached his hand from Felix’s cock, pressing a hand against his bare chest and shoving him back against the bed, essentially pinning him down. Felix liked that. He indisputably liked the feeling of Sylvain taking the lead, doing whatever he wanted with him. Even with the power he held in these types of situations, Sylvain never forgot to consider what Felix would’ve wanted as well. And Felix was crazy about that.
Felix parted his lips as his eyes went half lidded, hazy but full of excited anticipation. The corners of his lips twitched up into a slight smirk at the feeling of Sylvain's hard cock against his inner thigh.
“You want my cock, hmm?” Sylvain asked, voice wonderfully dark and merciless. Felix felt his dick pulse at the sound, enjoying Sylvain’s cruel tone.
Felix didn't even have to say anything. Sylvain knew. He could read Felix as if he were a children's book. He could read Felix easily ever since they were young. Sylvain reached over to his bedside table, retrieved a bottle of lukewarm oil. Felix wasn't paying attention in the slightest. He focused his eyes on Sylvain's face, the smug and immersed gaze. The freckles spotted over the bridge of his nose, the sly closed lipped smile and his usually soft brown eyes now dark and amused. Felix felt like he could die on the spot.
Unbeknownst to him, Sylvain had already coated his fingers in the oil, and Felix only came back to his senses as Sylvain shoved not one, but two fingers inside his hole. Felix groaned heavily at the intrusion of his thick fingers without even a fragment of a warning, and he saw the glint of arousal in Sylvain's eyes.
Sylvain shoved his fingers deeper and deeper like he wanted to breach Felix’s limits. Felix couldn't help but whimper and squirm beneath him, and Sylvain couldn't help but grin more and more at the sight, before redirecting his gaze towards his fingers with Felix’s peach hole wrapped around them tight, the trickle of lube running down his skin.
“No,” Felix hissed with a sharp glare despite the whiny breaths and vulnerable position he was in.
Sylvain paused his ministrations, flicking his umber pupils up to fix his stare on Felix. “What was that?” he asked, a vexed look in his eyes. He raised a brow, frowning at the other. “Come on, tell me, sweetheart.” His voice was sugary sweet despite the irk written on his face.
Felix stared off to the side, feeling confronted from Sylvain’s hard glare. “I want you to keep your fucking eyes on mine,” he admitted in a feeble voice, his throat bobbing as he swallowed down the slight apprehension building in his throat that he felt like was going to choke him.
Sylvain smirked devilishly, a stir of salacity whirling in the pits of Felix’s stomach at the vision. “Or else what?” the redhead pressed, curling his fingers inside Felix and watching as his mouth dropped open and his eyes squeezed shut tight. “You can't do anything in this condition. You can’t force me to do anything.”
Felix grumbled as his jaw clenched. This was the part where he’d act up and Sylvain would humble him, mortify him. He smoothed his hands over Sylvain's shoulder blades, enjoying the supple skin occasionally tainted with scars from battle. He kept his eyes fixed on Sylvain, watching his gaze soften ever so slightly from the benevolent contact before he then sunk his nails into his flesh, deep and hard.
Sylvain groaned and his hips jerked against Felix’s thigh. “Fuck, you're such a brat,” he sneered, his brows furrowing as he shoved a third finger inside Felix, taking pride in the pained shudder in which he responded with. “Can't believe you're acting like such a jerk while I’m the one making you feel good,” the redhead added in a mean tone.
Small little crinkles formed under Felix's eyes as his glare sharpened, not at all disliking Sylvain's degradation by any means, but still loving the feeling of being put in his place. He dragged his nails down the curve of Sylvain’s spine, wanting, needing Sylvain to punish him as a response.
“Fuck!” Sylvain gritted out, forehead creasing in pain. “Fix up that fucking behavior or else.”
“Or else what?” Felix replied, not an ounce of concern in his voice. He loved the harsh treatment. And Sylvain knew this fully well. But it was up to the redhead whether or not he would receive it.
Sylvain loured at Felix with an unsatisfied look upon his face. He slipped his fingers out, instead moving to lodge his hands where Felix’s waist met his hips, lifted up the slimmer of the two and flipped him onto his stomach, reveling in the short lived yelp of surprise and panic emitted from him.
Felix felt his body go hot, hot hot hot. His skin felt as if it were ablaze with crimson flames, like he would burn Sylvain if he had decided to touch him. The sheer knowledge that he didn’t know what was to happen next made him feel excited and giddy like a child, curious to see Sylvain’s next move but also made him feel rigid and stiff underneath him, as if he were frozen with fear. The sensation was enticing.
Sylvain loomed over Felix, leaning down to press his lips against the burning skin of his ear in an almost gentle fashion. Felix felt tingles run down his neck, almost shuddered, his muscles tensing at the touch. His hands wrung into the fabric of the pillowcase he had his face pressed against.
“You're a fucking slut, you know that?” Sylvain snapped remorselessly. “You like it when I demean and insult you. Yet you still think I’m the one who should be treated terribly. All I’m doing is fulfilling your wishes, baby.”
Felix could almost feel the fucking amused, satiated smile that was across Sylvain's lips. It was driving him completely mad. “You enjoy demeaning and insulting me,” Felix almost-mimicked, turning his head to the side so he could glare at Sylvain. “Don’t act like you're any better than me. Because you're not.”
Sylvain's eyes darkened, juxtaposed with how he lifted one hand to tenderly run it down the front of Felix’s stomach, wrapping his fingers around his cock. Felix involuntarily stuttered his hips into the vice Sylvain had created with his hands, feeling a sense of regret suddenly swell in him at the thought of Sylvain getting exactly what he had wanted from the start. To have Felix give into him without any resistance.
Fuck, Felix thought, taking note of how Sylvain had stilled almost immediately.
“You know damn well that’s a fucking lie,” Sylvain hissed after letting each other brew in the uncomfortable silence, his other hand reaching up to tug sharply at Felix’s hair, resulting in a slight breathy whimper. “You're desperate for this. It’s written all over your face.”
Felix felt all hot and fluttery in his lower stomach, simply from the fact that Sylvain could pick apart his words and actions, tell apart the intent hidden behind each one. “Shut up,” he murmured, feeling defeated but still fully content with how this had ended up.
Sylvain hummed a snarky chuckle, pulling back under the assumption that their petty quarrel had ended. “That’s all you’re going to say,” he replied, certainly not a question considering the tone of his voice. A dictation. “Are you going to be good for me now?”
Felix sighed heavily, turning to press his face into the pillow. “Fine,” he acquiesced, positioning his arms so they were bent over his head, hands almost hanging off of the pillow.
“Good boy,” Sylvain praised, running the tips of his fingers down Felix’s ass until his thigh. He spread Felix apart and slipped his three half dry fingers back inside again, the friction making Felix tremble.
“I wonder if you can take four fingers. Even better, my whole fist. But perhaps that would be too much,” Sylvain pondered out loud, spreading apart and curling his digits encompassed by the tender walls of Felix's insides. Felix shivered all over from the sensation, from the mere fact that Sylvain thought of Felix like that. “Do you think you can?” he asked, leaning down by Felix’s ear again.
Felix tensed at the question. He wasn't going to deny that the vision of Sylvain practically tearing apart his hole with his fingers was something he’d enjoy. He didn’t even consider the fist suggestion, knowing that was fully well beyond his limits. He’d rather experience the familiar stretch of Sylvain's cock splitting him in half rather than his fingers which were measly in comparison.
“Maybe I could,” he finally answered, trying to remain vague in case Sylvain was eager to just simply fuck him already. “I’d prefer your cock though.”
Sylvain smirked satisfactorily. “Good answer,” he said, pressing his fingers up against Felix’s prostate for the short lived pleasure before removing his fingers entirely.
Felix reveled in the sound of Sylvain slicking himself, arching his hips by default. He felt hungry and eager and all of the above, not wanting to waste even a mere second of time where he could be being fucked instead.
Sylvain nudged the head of his cock against Felix's hole, slipping it inside with slight opposition. That already blew off some of the heat growing inside Felix, and he pressed himself back against Sylvain's cock, silently begging for more.
And more he received. Sylvain placed his hands on either sides of Felix’s hips, slotting himself inside with one hard thrust. Felix cried out at the sudden intrusion, purposefully tightening around Sylvain's length. He knew how much he liked that.
“Fuck, you're so tight,” Sylvain gritted out, his voice strained with pleasure. He dug his fingers into Felix’s hips, slightly rolling his hips against Felix to stretch him out even further.
Felix almost couldn't take it anymore. He absolutely fucking needed Sylvain to fuck him. He’d stoop low enough to be nice, almost docile just to receive what he wanted, even while knowing the mendaciousness of his words.“P-Please,” he begged, in a sickly sweet voice, hoping it would capture the attention of Sylvain’s conscience. “Please, Sylvain. I’ll be good. I want you… I-I want you to feel good.”
Sylvain scoffed. “You dirty little liar,” he replied, squeezing Felix’s hips tight. “Can't believe you have to lie to me just to get what you want.”
“Maybe I have to lie because you won’t give it to me straight up,” Felix argued, voice increasing a level in volume.
Sylvain sensed the rising frustration in Felix. Did he care enough to try and quell it? Not at all. “You have to earn it,” he said, just as simple as that, and Felix groaned loudly in exasperation.
“Fuck you!” Felix cried, squirming and trying with all his might to somehow kick Sylvain with the back of his foot.
“I’m the one doing the fucking, thank you very much,” Sylvain jested, switching to a somewhat lighthearted tone. “Just sit there and look pretty for me, alright? Maybe then I’ll give in to your desires.”
Felix sighed, slumping almost completely onto the mattress if it weren't for Sylvain holding him up by the hips in an enticing arch. The prospect of Sylvain potentially choosing to fulfill his wishes made Felix actually submit, quit complaining and force himself to accept Sylvain’s superiority. “Alright,” he murmured, his tone deadpan and bleak.
Sylvain was certainly going to change that.
He started off somewhat slow, slow but hard . Felix keened at the sensation, his eyes fluttering as he held on tight to the pillow like he would die if he let go. “More!” he begged, his voice syrupy. And he was beyond thrilled as Sylvain actually complied without even a fragment of resistance. Felix practically melted with pleasure, drool trickling onto the pillow as his mouth hung wide open.
“Goddess, you're so good,” Sylvain praised, smoothing a hand up the other's spine. Felix shuddered at the feeling. “So fucking perfect, Fe. You're made for me. I’m made for you, baby.”
Felix made a small happy sound at the praise, returning the motions of Sylvain's hips with small rolls of his own. Sylvain let out a quavering breath in response, thrusting harder against Felix.
“Oh, Sylvain,” Felix whined, reaching a hand back to shakily press it atop Sylvain's, feeling the maddening need to be closer to Sylvain, desiring more contact than physically possible in this position. He fumbled to interlace their fingers, the spark of pain running through his slim hand being entirely dismissed because of the feeling of Sylvain’s touch.
“So now you're nice to me,” Sylvain remarked, moving his hips faster into Felix’s tight heat, the slapping of skin on skin making Felix feel all the more aroused. “You're so insincere. You wouldn't be so fucking difficult to deal with if you weren't.”
Felix cried out as Sylvain gave him a mean, deep thrust, not even caring to search his mind for some sort of comeback to say in response to the redhead. Instead, he chose to take it, bear it. And just want more more more, more than humanly possible.
“Oh, would you look at that,” Sylvain said with feigned surprise, grasping Felix’s ass with his free hand. He squeezed the muscle of his glutes tight, tight enough that the little voice in the back of Felix’s head that had some type of sense remaining reminded him of the lingering bruise to be left for the possibility of a few days. “Finally learned your place, didn't you?”
Felix nodded against the pillow. “Yes, Sylv,” he replied in a whiny tone, almost breaking out into a sobbing, hiccuping cry, feeling like he had lost all of the sagacity in his mind which he usually heavily relied on. “I-I’m your fucking slut.”
Sylvain smirked, leaned down towards Felix's ear– “You are,” he confirmed, snaking his free hand down between Felix’s thighs to roughly jerk him off.
“Aah!” Felix cried out, hips stuttering into Sylvain's fist. The pain ebbed away and converted into what Felix considered to be the blissful feeling of overstimulation, having him tremble violently in Sylvain’s hands. “P-Please, oh, Sylv… Sylvain, that feels so good…” he whimpered, breath hitching in his throat.
“I’m glad,” Sylvain casually replied, grinding against Felix's prostate with little to no remorse.
Felix buried his face in the pillow, clutching it with all his might as he practically sobbed into it, pleasure sparking through his body, running through his blood. He managed to make out a faint amused chuckle from Sylvain through his haze, felt his hand reaching up to his hair. “Let me hear you,” he crooned, tugging sharply at his ponytail.
A loud yelp tore out of Felix’s throat as Sylvain tilted his head by pulling his hair back farther and farther, pounding into him relentlessly. Felix, reserved and level headed Felix, essentially shrieked from how overwhelming, how downright heavenly the pleasure felt, how each rough and deep thrust into him had him shaking apart on Sylvain’s cock. “Yeah, you're so fucking good,” Sylvain groaned, thumbing over Felix’s slit with his other hand. “You're gonna come, aren't you?”
Felix nodded quickly, frantic and eager. “Y-Yes!” He arched his hips as far as possible against Sylvain's, trembling everywhere as his voice went high and molten. “Please, Sylvain!” he cried, his tone heavy and desperate. “W-Want you to make me fucking cry…”
Sylvain smirked broadly, grunting from the exertion. Felix was so utterly lost, so utterly desperate, and it made Sylvain’s pride shoot through the roof considering that he, he made him like this. Regretfully, he paused in jerking the other off and he reached over to shove two fingers inside Felix’s mouth, hooking the others under his face and pressing his thumb hard against the blade of his jaw. He found it strangely satisfying to force Felix to taste his own precum on his fingers, satisfying in the way where the mere thought made his dick pulse inside Felix’s heat.
Felix’s eyes went hooded as Sylvain forced his fingers past his lips, moaning against his skin as they explored the cavity of his mouth. He delicately sucked on Sylvain’s digits, teeth grazing against the pads of his fingers. His eyelashes fluttered as Sylvain shoved his fingers deeper into his mouth, saliva running down the side of Sylvain’s big hand.
Sylvain flashed a rakish grin, his brows furrowing. “Yeah, that’s it,” he said, shifting so he could push his fingers down Felix’s throat. Felix instinctively gagged against him, reflexes kicking in as tears welled in his eyes. Although it hurt, it felt so fucking good. Felix could feel his cock pulsing from the sensation.
“What?” Sylvain asked, his head tilting to the side as Felix’s throat muscles tightened on his fingers. “You told me to make you cry.” He leaned forward to whisper the words in Felix’s ear, “Are you really backing out? Are you scared?”
Felix gave his best attempt at shaking his head no , with how tightly Sylvain was holding his jaw in place. He squeezed his eyes shut, hot tears dripping out of his eyes and down his cheeks, against Sylvain’s thumb. His cries and sobs came out muffled, stifled by Sylvain’s thick fingers.
“There you go,” Sylvain crooned, stroking against the walls of Felix’s throat for a moment before slipping his hand out of Felix’s mouth and placing it back on Felix’s cock, jerking him off again. “Shit, Felix…” His eyes fluttered shut as he pulled his bottom lip under his teeth and bit into it, hyper aware of the saliva on his hand and the thought of Felix choking on his fingers and the hiccuping sobs of pleasure from the perfect boy beneath him.
Finally , Sylvain released his hold on Felix’s ponytail, and Felix immediately dropped back onto the bed, feeling the slightest amount of soreness in the small of his back. He had been feeling the occasional pulse of Sylvain’s cock inside his hole every now and then, signaling the increased level of pleasure. But now it was throbbing inside him every other second, and Felix wondered how the fuck Sylvain had managed to get so far without finishing. Felix wanted him to finish now.
He turned so he was resting the side of his face on the pillow and used the remaining brain power in his mind to focus on Sylvain’s expression, taking in the strain. Sylvain was drawing out each and every feeling, denying himself of an orgasm to keep the moment everlasting. It was hot, sure, but Felix had been growing severely impatient. He hated to admit it, he was mortified to admit it, but he loved the feeling of Sylvain’s spend flooding inside him, splashing against his walls. The feeling of it trickling down the rim of his hole. He wanted that right fucking now.
“Sylvain!” he called, trying to sound harsh and demanding which was funny considering the position he was in. Sylvain’s eyes fluttered open immediately, but they were squinted, the result of resisting every single feeling in his body that would direct him straight into an orgasm. “Let go,” Felix instructed, arching against Sylvain’s cock, feeling him shiver. “C-Come inside your slut’s hole.”
Sylvain’s eyes widened for a split second before he felt an orgasm crashing over. His eyes shut and his mouth dropped open, moaning into the air as he filled up Felix’s hole, his cum dripping out from the sides and running down Felix’s ass. Felix felt his eyes roll up from the sensation, so fucking close to finishing and he was so desperate for that heavenly feeling that it hurt.
Well beyond his orgasm, Sylvain kept insistently fucking into Felix, body trembling from the overstimulation, the oversensitivity. Felix would have told him to stop exerting himself and rest, ignore his own release and let him relax. But now, he was so far gone and so, so close, he needed this.
Sylvain reached between his legs to massage his cock again, now practically drooling with precum. Felix cried out from the sensation, not even considering the volume of his own voice as he spilled over Sylvain’s hand, jerking into his grip. His eyes embarrassingly rolled up as he came, but he couldn’t help it, it felt so crushing.
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“Hey hey, Felix,” Sylvain spoke, his voice gentle and soft. Felix suddenly became aware of Sylvain’s hand making circles on the small of his back. Why did his head feel so hazy? Why did his body feel so heavy?
Once Felix blinked himself back into reality, his vision no longer blurry, he felt his eyes widen for a short moment once he saw the concerned look on Sylvain’s face. Sylvain asked, “Are you okay?”
“Tired,” is all Felix could find himself to say. His tongue felt heavy in his mouth, it felt exhausting just to merely speak. “Wh… What happened?”
Sylvain’s lips parted to speak, but he hesitated to continue. A bright flush spread across his cheeks, and he looked away to the bed. “I think- I think you passed out after… finishing,” he explained, biting his lip nervously. “Or something like that.”
Felix’s eyes widened, his face burning. “Oh.”
“You were still conscious, just…” Sylvain swallowed loudly, searching his mind for the right words. “Unable to think straight?”
Felix buried his face in his hands, clicking his tongue in a disappointed manner. “Fuck,” he grumbled, feeling more embarrassed than he probably has ever felt in his life. What did Sylvain think, of him slumped onto the bed, completely helpless? He didn’t even want to consider an answer.
“Hey, it’s alright,” Sylvain assured, lightly rubbing Felix’s shoulder to help him relax. “I-I was practically gone for a bit, too, I… I shouldn't have exerted myself like that… and I shouldn’t have been so… harsh, with you.”
Felix turned to look up at Sylvain, taking in the worry, the cloudy look in his eyes when he’s feeling guilty about something, and blaming himself. “I liked it,” he said, trying to soothe Sylvain’s nerves. When Sylvain looked at him skeptically, Felix shook his head with an annoyed noise in the back of his throat. “Yes, I did. I did like it.”
Sylvain nodded slowly, looking down at his hands. “Okay,” he mumbled. “Okay.”
“Do you want to do it again?” Felix asked, keeping his eyes locked on Sylvain.
A glint appeared in Sylvain’s pupils, lighting up the sadness in them. He lifted his gaze, staring at Felix with wide eyes. “Fuck yes,” Sylvain replied, leaning forward to press a kiss to Felix’s lips.
Felix shot a hand between their lips just before they could make contact. “Not now, you oaf,” he snapped, his tone completely juxtaposed to the grin tugging at the corners of his lips. “Another time for sure.”
Sylvain grinned, giddy like a child. “Another time for sure,” he repeated, instead moving to wrap his arms around Felix tight.
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