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: 2022-01-26 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.