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: 2022-01-20 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 02:36 am (UTC)no subject
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.