Felix still isn't entirely used to hearing compliments like that so casually, let alone in a way that makes it sound like he's...on display, or something. He opens his mouth to say something else, but all that comes out is a wordless little noise as his body jerks at the way the plug presses into his sweet spot.
He glares at Byleth, but does as he's told for now; he arches forward the way the professor wanted and pumps his hand even faster. It's not long before he's fully hard and panting, head bowed and eyes closed, long hair concealing most of his face.
"Better." Byleth practically purrs at him, waiting until he can see the man's muscles tensing with pleasure, the way his cock leaks just a little from the tip and the faint shake to his breath.
"Enough." He says finally, standing and batting Felix's hand away from his cock, only to replace it with the bottom of his boot, pressing against the straining length. He does it gentle enough not to hurt, but enough to feel distinctly uncomfortable, pressing some of his weight into it and pulling the lead short so Felix is forced to lean toward him.
"Hmm." He takes his chin in hand to turn his head from side to side, appreciating that haughty, defiant face. "Are you going to be good for me, Felix? Or am I going to need to break you? If you're good, you get my cock."
The abruptness of the change and the distraction of being stopped so close to climax catch Felix unprepared. Byleth presses down on his aching cock, yanks him forward by the leash despite his efforts to resist that pull, and the professor may or may not notice the way his length twitches under that boot.
Even like this, forced close to Byleth, unable to hide his face, their eyes don't meet until hears the challenge. Or what sounds to him like a challenge, anyway. His mulish gaze lifts, dark with unsated desire; he huffs, a bit breathless, and grabs Byleth's wrist with one hand, trying to push it away from his chin.
That only prompts Byleth to put more of his weight down, grinding his boot a little against that needy cock.
"Felix, if you're going to act like a bitch, you're going to be treated like one." He sighs, shaking his head and wresting his arm from Felix's hand easily and taking a fistful of his hair instead, pushing his head back so he can kiss him roughly before taking his weight off at last and sitting down, dragging him along with, and over his lap.
"Ass up for me." As if he gives Felix much of a choice, crooking one knee under him so he's propped up on it, length pressed against the fabric of his slacks now. There's no warning, he simply pulls that tail up and out of the way to deliver a hard slap to Felix's butt, the sound loud and sharp in the room.
Felix sucks in a breath and refuses to make a sound as Byleth's boot comes down harder, but he loses that fight when Byleth yanks on his hair and claims his mouth; between his throbbing erection, the pleasant sting at his scalp, the professor's rough kiss, and the way he holds Felix still despite his struggles against both the hand in his hair and the one holding the leash, a muffled moan escapes him.
He can't help a heavy exhale of relief when Byleth removes his boot, but the sentiment is brief as the professor pulls him over his lap immediately and--ow. Sure, he's taken much worse, but between this and the outfit and being forbidden from climaxing, not to mention the abrasive rubbing of the other man's pants against his length, his face flushes with embarrassment. Before Byleth's hand can come down again, he pushes himself up in an attempt to roll or climb off the professor's lap.
"Ah-ah!" The sound is sharp and clipped, and Felix is yanked back down to his lap where he delivers another stinging slap to his ass.
"You stay right where I put you. Do you understand?" Another smack, his other hand pinning Felix where he is. "Petulant brat."
Again and again, until Felix's poor butt is flushed pink from the strikes. He stops at last, stroking his fingers over the sensitive skin, rubbing and patting him.
"All you need is to be good for me, and I can be kind. Don't you want me to be kind?" One finger slips down tracing around the rim of his hole where the plug is stretching him. "Don't you want to feel good?"
Felix tries to resist the yank on the leash, but once he's down it's hard to get the leverage to try again - especially with the increasing sting of each slap of Byleth's hand and the way it jostles the plug, and how sensitive his cock feels pressed against the man's clothed leg.
He pants when the professor stops, a faint, breathy noise escaping him at that finger's movements. But when he turns his head to look up at Byleth over his shoulder, there's challenge and rebellion in his gaze.
"You...you want me to behave...to obey. To beg. I won't."
He knows that actually, he probably will, but he plans to make Byleth really work for it.
"We'll see about that." Another, much harder strike lands on his ass, leaving an angry red mark. A second later, he's wrapping the tail around his hand and pulling. He keeps pulling though until it pops loose. Immediately, his fingers are taking its place. Two of them working and twisting into him until he can easily thrust them in and out. His other hand curls over Felix's mouth, two fingers pressing at his lips.
"Suck. Don't you dare bite me or I'll tie you up and leave you hard for hours." The consequence is quite clear. "Open." The fingers press harder, and the ones already inside his ass jerk into him harder as well.
Felix grits his teeth, suppressing a grunt at the sting and a protest when Byleth starts to remove the plug. There's little time to miss it, anyway, as Byleth replaces it right away with his fingers. A quiet groan escapes him as those fingers move relentlessly.
"Is this--mmmff." The split second between Byleth holding him down by the leash and shutting him up isn't enough for him to go anywhere. He almost opens his mouth, but Byleth anticipates what he's planning to do and forbids it immediately with a threat. Felix is tempted to bite him anyway out of defiance - the professor's the one who dressed him up like a cat, and cats bite. Besides, how could he leave him hard for hours without doing anything to him? Sounds like a bluff.
[Narrator: It was probably not a bluff. Felix is simply not very imaginative.]
So he parts his lips to admit Byleth's two fingers and sucks on them for a moment, before he bites down hard.
Well. He could have seen that coming. Felix is a limit tester, and Byeth knows it. Still, that bite sinks into his fingers quite deep.
"FUCK!" He snarls, and its a sound of actual pain. When an animal bites, you shove your fingers into their throat to force them to release, which is exactly what he does to Felix. As soon as he's free he pulls his hand back and shakes it, pulling off his glove to see the angry red marks left there, little pinpricks of blood coming to the surface. Felix is being abruptly thrown off of him back onto the bed with little effort and Byleth comes down on top of him, wrestling him down and getting the restraints he had arranged onto his wrists first, then his legs. Pulling it taught so there's no slack to escape from.
With that, the tail plug is re-inserted and Byleth surveys his work, as well as his bitten fingers.
"So be it. You'll learn not to test me." He can see how hard the man is. His work is already done. He simply wads up a clean rag from the drawer and shoves takes Felix's face in hand, stuffing it in his mouth. That is followed up with another smaller strap being tied in front to prevent him from spitting it out.
Then-
Byleth gets dressed. He gets dressed and he fixes his hair before turning back to Felix.
"I'm going to clean this, get something to eat, spar with Dimitri and then maybe I'll come back for you."
The satisfaction of retaliation is sweet but short-lived.
Felix puts up a fierce fight and doesn't hold back. He knows he'll probably lose - Byleth's better at grappling than he is to begin with and has a bit more raw strength, to say nothing of the fact that he has the leash in his hand. All the professor needs to do is get one wrist secured to the bedpost before the rest of Felix's fight becomes meaningless - and yet, he resists to the very end anyway.
Even once he's effectively immobilized, he's not too worried...until Byleth puts the tail plug back in, brushing his sweet spot as it settles in place and making his erect cock twitch. Ah, shit.
Still, he glares up at the professor. "Punish me all you like. I won't be your obedient pet."
It's the last protest he gets to make before Byleth overpowers him one more time to silence him.
He falls mostly still to watch the other man put his clothes back on, moving only in his attempts to get around the strap in his mouth to spit the gag out. They fail; it's tied too tightly.
And then his eyes widen. Byleth's going to go spar without him!? With Dimitri? Low blow, professor! "Mmmmf!"
Oh, that bastard. Now Felix can't help struggling as best he can, though with no slack in the restraints, he doesn't get much of anywhere. He scowls and tries to snap Byleth!, but it comes out sounding like "Mm-mph!"
Let it be known that Byleth is no liar. He makes absolutely good on his word, and simply leaves. Thankfully for Felix, it's only an hour, but he does come back sweaty and flushed from evidently going to spar with Dimitri as he promised.
When he finally comes back, he takes his time changing again, drying off his hair and fixing himself back up, completely ignoring Felix until he's good and ready.
"Well then. Are you feeling more agreeable now? I had a lovely training session with Dimitri. Imagine if he knew where you were all that time. He asked after you. I didn't tell him of course but... hmm. I wonder if he suspects. Poor Felix." He takes a breath in slow. "Now. I'm going to take that gag out, and when I do, you're going to behave. No insults. No demands. You will be polite and sweet. Otherwise I will leave you again, and so help me I will do it, now you know. Nod if you understand."
As soon as Byleth is out the door, Felix sets to fighting the restraints in earnest - twisting his hands, trying to slip one free, pulling with all the strength he can bring to bear with so little leverage. None of it is enough to even give him a few inches of wiggle room. And every time he struggles or shifts, the plug rubs against those sensitive places inside him, and he's so hard already that it makes him feel like he's burning up from the inside with desire.
He tries to buck his hips up off the bed to take pressure off the plug, but he can't keep that up forever, and he can't arch his back enough for it to really matter anyway. He can't stay still forever, either; as soon as he thinks he can start to relax, the slightest movement makes him gasp and writhe, and that only makes it worse. Goddess, fuck, he needs...he just needs, desperately, and the more time goes by the more he loses track of it. He exists in a limbo, teetering on the edge of an urge he can't sate and barely cognizant of the whimpers and groans coming from behind the gag.
By the time Byleth comes back, Felix's erection has flagged, but the erratic yet persistent waves of intense pleasure have him tense and breathing shallowly, eyes closed. He's begun trying to chase release by clenching around the plug and grinding his ass against the mattress, but with only an inch or two of movement to work with, it's not even close to enough; it just drives him crazier.
His eyes flutter open when the door opens, and he can't hold back a quiet moan of relief...except that Byleth ignores him.
Ignores him.
He knows, rationally, that struggling more and making noise isn't going to help; in fact, it's probably just going to prompt Byleth to go even slower. But he can't help it. Muffled, incoherent protests and a disbelieving scowl follow the professor around the room as Felix squirms and strains, and then the protests become breathless whining as the plug nudges at just the right spot again.
Finally, Byleth acknowledges him. His face reddens at the thought of Dimitri somehow knowing that instead of sparring, he's been bound to the professor's bed and teased relentlessly with need for an orgasm he can't reach. Goddess, he'd die on the spot.
He glares at Byleth for a long moment. He doesn't want to be polite and sweet. He has an hour's worth of frustration, both sexual and otherwise, to vent. But he's not sure he can take another hour - or more, who knows? - of this.
The nod earns a pleased sound, albeit still disinterested, and Byleth removes the gag and tosses it aside.
"That bite really hurt you know. Remember the rules? No breaking the skin. You came close." He says, undressing himself again, this time dropping everything until he's nude. Sighing, he sits down on the bed, rubbing Felix's thighs. One hand running up the inside and skirting around his cock. "Do you want me to touch you?"
The question is obvious. Of course he does. Byleth is testing how polite the neglect has made him. That is also obvious, in the way that he watches Felix with a warning look.
"Do you want to be fucked? Nice and rough, right? Ask me nicely."
Felix didn't actually intend to bite him quite that hard, but in the heat of the moment, it's not in his nature to hold back. He tries to keep still, but even just Byleth sitting down and shifting the mattress presses the plug into just the right spot and now there's nothing in the way to muffle the helpless, wordless complaints he can't stifle.
And then Byleth's warm hand is on his thigh and he tries, he really tries to hold onto some semblance of resistance, clenching his fists tight. But the anticipation of finally having some relief being denied by the professor's teasing fingers is too much. He can't help it - his hips shift desperately, trying to rub his cock against that hand. "Yes! Fuck, yes, touch me, damn you, please--"
He sees the warning look on Byleth's face and swallows. "I--I mean, yes. Please."
And oh yes, he does want to be fucked. He wants more than an unyielding, heartless toy inside him, he wants Byleth's relentless cock to give him what he needs. He nods in answer to the question, but then a command comes, and it's always a hard one for Felix to carry out for the first time. He licks his lips and squirms, as if making one last ditch attempt to escape somehow, before he closes his eyes and stops struggling.
"Please fuck me. I want it rough. Hard as you can. ...please."
"That's better. If you ever bite me like that again I swear you will have to beg me on your hands and knees if you ever want my cock again." That said, he still of course takes mercy because this is really just an elaborate game they both play. Grabbing the tail he pulls and it pops out without much resistance.
He loosens the leg restraints just enough to allow him more room to work. Fingers rub at his hole before Byleth is prepping himself and unceremoniously pushing his way in. He keeps his expression as flat as he can, which is impressively so for someone who just put it in.
And of course, he goes, painfully, horribly slow. As slow as he can manage. Eyes locked on Felix. He's not done paying for being a brat, oh no. He's going got a lot more breaking to do before he actually gets what he wants.
Felix isn't sure whether to feel relieved or bereft when Byleth pulls out the plug. At least he can just lie here for a minute without torment and breathe.
Not for long, though. He realizes quickly what Byleth is doing and his face falls into a glare of protest. "I did what you wanted! Why--nnnnn..."
The professor's cock just barely brushes that spot as it slowly, slowly sinks into him, and at this rate it's barely even real pleasure - just a horrible tease. He fights against the restraints at his ankles, trying to get enough leverage to buck properly.
"You did. And I didn't say I would do exactly what you wanted. Just that I would fuck you. You'll take what I give you." He gives a firmer thrust though, just to shut Felix up a bit. Fingers gripping his thighs as he settles into a very lackadaisical pace. Every pass is slow and easy, but full. Base to tip. He admits he does take satisfaction in taking some of that bluster out of him, and when he finally does break, it's beautiful. When he does. When he doesn't care about the façade or restraint, when all the anger has been fucked out of him and all that's left is a needy, pleading man. He intends to push him to that point today. It's been a while since he has, and he gets a feeling Felix likely needs the catharsis.
Felix clenches his jaw. It's true - Byleth made no promises, and Felix is in no position to make demands. Not effective ones, at least. That one firm thrust is met with a satisfied groan, but then the professor slows down again and Felix's groaning takes on a bit of a complaining tone.
The longer this goes on, the more Felix struggles to arch into Byleth's thrusts and buck harder, though the restraints make it difficult and he can't do it hard enough to get what he needs out of it.
Eventually, he runs out of patience, balling his hands into fists and growling in his frustration. "Ffffuck, just fuck me for real already, harder, Saints..."
"The more you complain the slower I'm going to go." And he's not kidding. He keeps up that lazy pace. Hands rested on Felix's knees, each slow thrust starts with a roll down his body. "Mhh. Felix you feel so good. I could do this for hours."
Actually, he really could. As much as it is to torment the swordsman, every time he sinks into that tight heat he genuinely is very much enjoying himself. Enough to tip his head back and moan for it. For most, this would be wonderful. It's not like he's lacking, but it simply isn't the brutal pounding that Felix always seems to want.
If Byleth had done this an hour ago, Felix could have been satisfied with it for at least a little while. A gradual ramping up to the pace that really satisfies him. But now? After pushing himself right to the brink of an orgasm and then spending an hour hovering on the edge of pleasure? The slow pace is excruciating.
Especially when he has to watch a naked Byleth do that while he's making that noise.
"Don't you dare," he breathes. Belatedly, he remembers that he's supposed to be polite and sweet. But how is he supposed to be polite about this?
Case in point: as Byleth pulls out again, the tip of his cock drags slowly across that sweet spot, and Felix's eyes roll back as he arches desperately with a helpless moan; his hips tremble for more, and he tries to shift his legs enough to dig his heels into the mattress.
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Date: 2022-01-05 11:58 am (UTC)He glares at Byleth, but does as he's told for now; he arches forward the way the professor wanted and pumps his hand even faster. It's not long before he's fully hard and panting, head bowed and eyes closed, long hair concealing most of his face.
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Date: 2022-01-06 04:52 am (UTC)"Enough." He says finally, standing and batting Felix's hand away from his cock, only to replace it with the bottom of his boot, pressing against the straining length. He does it gentle enough not to hurt, but enough to feel distinctly uncomfortable, pressing some of his weight into it and pulling the lead short so Felix is forced to lean toward him.
"Hmm." He takes his chin in hand to turn his head from side to side, appreciating that haughty, defiant face. "Are you going to be good for me, Felix? Or am I going to need to break you? If you're good, you get my cock."
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Date: 2022-01-06 05:55 am (UTC)Even like this, forced close to Byleth, unable to hide his face, their eyes don't meet until hears the challenge. Or what sounds to him like a challenge, anyway. His mulish gaze lifts, dark with unsated desire; he huffs, a bit breathless, and grabs Byleth's wrist with one hand, trying to push it away from his chin.
"As if you could break me."
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Date: 2022-01-08 07:53 am (UTC)"Felix, if you're going to act like a bitch, you're going to be treated like one." He sighs, shaking his head and wresting his arm from Felix's hand easily and taking a fistful of his hair instead, pushing his head back so he can kiss him roughly before taking his weight off at last and sitting down, dragging him along with, and over his lap.
"Ass up for me." As if he gives Felix much of a choice, crooking one knee under him so he's propped up on it, length pressed against the fabric of his slacks now. There's no warning, he simply pulls that tail up and out of the way to deliver a hard slap to Felix's butt, the sound loud and sharp in the room.
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Date: 2022-01-09 02:19 am (UTC)He can't help a heavy exhale of relief when Byleth removes his boot, but the sentiment is brief as the professor pulls him over his lap immediately and--ow. Sure, he's taken much worse, but between this and the outfit and being forbidden from climaxing, not to mention the abrasive rubbing of the other man's pants against his length, his face flushes with embarrassment. Before Byleth's hand can come down again, he pushes himself up in an attempt to roll or climb off the professor's lap.
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Date: 2022-01-11 05:43 am (UTC)"You stay right where I put you. Do you understand?" Another smack, his other hand pinning Felix where he is. "Petulant brat."
Again and again, until Felix's poor butt is flushed pink from the strikes. He stops at last, stroking his fingers over the sensitive skin, rubbing and patting him.
"All you need is to be good for me, and I can be kind. Don't you want me to be kind?" One finger slips down tracing around the rim of his hole where the plug is stretching him. "Don't you want to feel good?"
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Date: 2022-01-11 06:30 am (UTC)He pants when the professor stops, a faint, breathy noise escaping him at that finger's movements. But when he turns his head to look up at Byleth over his shoulder, there's challenge and rebellion in his gaze.
"You...you want me to behave...to obey. To beg. I won't."
He knows that actually, he probably will, but he plans to make Byleth really work for it.
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Date: 2022-01-12 03:04 am (UTC)"Suck. Don't you dare bite me or I'll tie you up and leave you hard for hours." The consequence is quite clear. "Open." The fingers press harder, and the ones already inside his ass jerk into him harder as well.
Felix you little shit lkdsfjg
Date: 2022-01-12 08:45 am (UTC)"Is this--mmmff." The split second between Byleth holding him down by the leash and shutting him up isn't enough for him to go anywhere. He almost opens his mouth, but Byleth anticipates what he's planning to do and forbids it immediately with a threat. Felix is tempted to bite him anyway out of defiance - the professor's the one who dressed him up like a cat, and cats bite. Besides, how could he leave him hard for hours without doing anything to him? Sounds like a bluff.
[Narrator: It was probably not a bluff. Felix is simply not very imaginative.]
So he parts his lips to admit Byleth's two fingers and sucks on them for a moment, before he bites down hard.
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Date: 2022-01-13 05:27 am (UTC)"FUCK!" He snarls, and its a sound of actual pain. When an animal bites, you shove your fingers into their throat to force them to release, which is exactly what he does to Felix. As soon as he's free he pulls his hand back and shakes it, pulling off his glove to see the angry red marks left there, little pinpricks of blood coming to the surface. Felix is being abruptly thrown off of him back onto the bed with little effort and Byleth comes down on top of him, wrestling him down and getting the restraints he had arranged onto his wrists first, then his legs. Pulling it taught so there's no slack to escape from.
With that, the tail plug is re-inserted and Byleth surveys his work, as well as his bitten fingers.
"So be it. You'll learn not to test me." He can see how hard the man is. His work is already done. He simply wads up a clean rag from the drawer and shoves takes Felix's face in hand, stuffing it in his mouth. That is followed up with another smaller strap being tied in front to prevent him from spitting it out.
Then-
Byleth gets dressed. He gets dressed and he fixes his hair before turning back to Felix.
"I'm going to clean this, get something to eat, spar with Dimitri and then maybe I'll come back for you."
rip felix lmao
Date: 2022-01-13 06:53 am (UTC)Felix puts up a fierce fight and doesn't hold back. He knows he'll probably lose - Byleth's better at grappling than he is to begin with and has a bit more raw strength, to say nothing of the fact that he has the leash in his hand. All the professor needs to do is get one wrist secured to the bedpost before the rest of Felix's fight becomes meaningless - and yet, he resists to the very end anyway.
Even once he's effectively immobilized, he's not too worried...until Byleth puts the tail plug back in, brushing his sweet spot as it settles in place and making his erect cock twitch. Ah, shit.
Still, he glares up at the professor. "Punish me all you like. I won't be your obedient pet."
It's the last protest he gets to make before Byleth overpowers him one more time to silence him.
He falls mostly still to watch the other man put his clothes back on, moving only in his attempts to get around the strap in his mouth to spit the gag out. They fail; it's tied too tightly.
And then his eyes widen. Byleth's going to go spar without him!? With Dimitri? Low blow, professor! "Mmmmf!"
Oh, that bastard. Now Felix can't help struggling as best he can, though with no slack in the restraints, he doesn't get much of anywhere. He scowls and tries to snap Byleth!, but it comes out sounding like "Mm-mph!"
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Date: 2022-01-14 11:40 pm (UTC)When he finally comes back, he takes his time changing again, drying off his hair and fixing himself back up, completely ignoring Felix until he's good and ready.
"Well then. Are you feeling more agreeable now? I had a lovely training session with Dimitri. Imagine if he knew where you were all that time. He asked after you. I didn't tell him of course but... hmm. I wonder if he suspects. Poor Felix." He takes a breath in slow. "Now. I'm going to take that gag out, and when I do, you're going to behave. No insults. No demands. You will be polite and sweet. Otherwise I will leave you again, and so help me I will do it, now you know. Nod if you understand."
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Date: 2022-01-15 05:23 am (UTC)He tries to buck his hips up off the bed to take pressure off the plug, but he can't keep that up forever, and he can't arch his back enough for it to really matter anyway. He can't stay still forever, either; as soon as he thinks he can start to relax, the slightest movement makes him gasp and writhe, and that only makes it worse. Goddess, fuck, he needs...he just needs, desperately, and the more time goes by the more he loses track of it. He exists in a limbo, teetering on the edge of an urge he can't sate and barely cognizant of the whimpers and groans coming from behind the gag.
By the time Byleth comes back, Felix's erection has flagged, but the erratic yet persistent waves of intense pleasure have him tense and breathing shallowly, eyes closed. He's begun trying to chase release by clenching around the plug and grinding his ass against the mattress, but with only an inch or two of movement to work with, it's not even close to enough; it just drives him crazier.
His eyes flutter open when the door opens, and he can't hold back a quiet moan of relief...except that Byleth ignores him.
Ignores him.
He knows, rationally, that struggling more and making noise isn't going to help; in fact, it's probably just going to prompt Byleth to go even slower. But he can't help it. Muffled, incoherent protests and a disbelieving scowl follow the professor around the room as Felix squirms and strains, and then the protests become breathless whining as the plug nudges at just the right spot again.
Finally, Byleth acknowledges him. His face reddens at the thought of Dimitri somehow knowing that instead of sparring, he's been bound to the professor's bed and teased relentlessly with need for an orgasm he can't reach. Goddess, he'd die on the spot.
He glares at Byleth for a long moment. He doesn't want to be polite and sweet. He has an hour's worth of frustration, both sexual and otherwise, to vent. But he's not sure he can take another hour - or more, who knows? - of this.
He reluctantly nods.
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Date: 2022-01-20 04:38 am (UTC)"That bite really hurt you know. Remember the rules? No breaking the skin. You came close." He says, undressing himself again, this time dropping everything until he's nude. Sighing, he sits down on the bed, rubbing Felix's thighs. One hand running up the inside and skirting around his cock. "Do you want me to touch you?"
The question is obvious. Of course he does. Byleth is testing how polite the neglect has made him. That is also obvious, in the way that he watches Felix with a warning look.
"Do you want to be fucked? Nice and rough, right? Ask me nicely."
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Date: 2022-01-20 06:36 am (UTC)And then Byleth's warm hand is on his thigh and he tries, he really tries to hold onto some semblance of resistance, clenching his fists tight. But the anticipation of finally having some relief being denied by the professor's teasing fingers is too much. He can't help it - his hips shift desperately, trying to rub his cock against that hand. "Yes! Fuck, yes, touch me, damn you, please--"
He sees the warning look on Byleth's face and swallows. "I--I mean, yes. Please."
And oh yes, he does want to be fucked. He wants more than an unyielding, heartless toy inside him, he wants Byleth's relentless cock to give him what he needs. He nods in answer to the question, but then a command comes, and it's always a hard one for Felix to carry out for the first time. He licks his lips and squirms, as if making one last ditch attempt to escape somehow, before he closes his eyes and stops struggling.
"Please fuck me. I want it rough. Hard as you can. ...please."
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Date: 2022-01-25 08:42 am (UTC)He loosens the leg restraints just enough to allow him more room to work. Fingers rub at his hole before Byleth is prepping himself and unceremoniously pushing his way in. He keeps his expression as flat as he can, which is impressively so for someone who just put it in.
And of course, he goes, painfully, horribly slow. As slow as he can manage. Eyes locked on Felix. He's not done paying for being a brat, oh no. He's going got a lot more breaking to do before he actually gets what he wants.
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Date: 2022-01-26 01:38 am (UTC)Not for long, though. He realizes quickly what Byleth is doing and his face falls into a glare of protest. "I did what you wanted! Why--nnnnn..."
The professor's cock just barely brushes that spot as it slowly, slowly sinks into him, and at this rate it's barely even real pleasure - just a horrible tease. He fights against the restraints at his ankles, trying to get enough leverage to buck properly.
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Date: 2022-01-28 03:55 am (UTC)The longer this goes on, the more Felix struggles to arch into Byleth's thrusts and buck harder, though the restraints make it difficult and he can't do it hard enough to get what he needs out of it.
Eventually, he runs out of patience, balling his hands into fists and growling in his frustration. "Ffffuck, just fuck me for real already, harder, Saints..."
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Date: 2022-02-04 03:04 am (UTC)Actually, he really could. As much as it is to torment the swordsman, every time he sinks into that tight heat he genuinely is very much enjoying himself. Enough to tip his head back and moan for it. For most, this would be wonderful. It's not like he's lacking, but it simply isn't the brutal pounding that Felix always seems to want.
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Date: 2022-02-04 07:29 am (UTC)Especially when he has to watch a naked Byleth do that while he's making that noise.
"Don't you dare," he breathes. Belatedly, he remembers that he's supposed to be polite and sweet. But how is he supposed to be polite about this?
Case in point: as Byleth pulls out again, the tip of his cock drags slowly across that sweet spot, and Felix's eyes roll back as he arches desperately with a helpless moan; his hips tremble for more, and he tries to shift his legs enough to dig his heels into the mattress.