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How exactly did they get here?
They’d been celebrating. The end of the war, the liberation of Fodlan. Too much ale, spirits too high, bonfires and songs and laughter.
He’d made a few crass comments. Innuendo. Teased Felix about falling off his horse again. Tugged him into his lap and made a few suggestive thrusts, offering riding lessons.
Felix, cheeks flushed with ale and eyes dark with something Sylvain couldn’t even name, had climbed off him. Grabbed his collar. Hauled him out of the hall to the howling laughter of their other friends.
Sylvain had been preparing to apologize, but Felix pushed him against a nearby wall and shoved his tongue down Sylvain’s throat.
And so here they were, in one of the castle’s dusty guest rooms, flushed with alcohol and arousal. Armor discarded, Sylvain sat against the headboard of the grand bed, Felix straddling his thighs. Felix’s shirt was open and his breeches on the floor, his hands on Sylvain’s shoulders and three of Sylvain’s fingers up his ass.
“Gods, Fe,” Sylvain moaned. “I can’t…come here.” He tugged Felix’s head down until their lips met again. Tangled his hands in his hair and tugged it loose so that it fell in a dark cascade around his shoulders.
There was a reason his preferred partners had been women with dark hair who let him fuck them from behind.
“I was promised a riding lesson,” Felix said, his voice slurring a little. He rocked his hips back, impaling Sylvain’s fingers deeper inside him, and bit his lip with a shuddering moan.
“You’re so tight,” Sylvain murmured. He pulled his fingers out, dick jumping at the sound Felix made, and grabbed for the little phial of oil on the bedside table. He coated his fingers and pressed them back in, searching until he found the spot that made Felix shudder. “That’s it, Fe,” he crooned. He spread his fingers, twisted, slipped his pinkie in.
Felix accepted the fourth finger with a dirty moan. His cock was hard and dripping, and Sylvain wrapped his other hand around it and gave it a few strokes. He rested his forehead against Sylvain’s, staring into his eyes.
No words passed between them, but they knew. Sylvain withdrew his fingers again and reached for the oil. He filled the hollow of his palm with it and spread it over his dick, his hips jumping a little at the touch. “Ready, Felix?”
Felix nodded. He rose up on his knees, giving Sylvain a tempting view of his collarbone. Sylvain rubbed the head of his cock along the cleft of Felix’s ass, feeling it catch on his hole. Felix whimpered, and Sylvain leaned forward to kiss the hollow of his throat, his teeth skimming along his clavicle.
The head of his cock pressed into the waiting warmth of Felix’s body. Sylvain groaned, fighting the impulse to grab Felix by the hips and sheathe himself all the way in one go. “Go slow,” he whispered.
In reply, Felix rocked his hips back a little. Sylvain held on, letting him control the depth of penetration. He was already seeing stars, harder than he’d ever been in his life. He’d dreamed about this so many times, hand around his cock in the quiet of the night. If Felix snapped out of it now, stormed off, never spoke to him again, this would still be enough. This taste of the heat and warmth of his friend’s body.
“Sylvain….” Felix was panting. He’d already taken half of Sylvain’s cock, his inner walls soaking wet and burning with lust. His dark eyes met Sylvain’s and he leaned in to kiss him again, breathless and moaning as he sank down even further.
Then, he was finally seated, taking Sylvain in to the root. Sylvain threaded his hands through Felix’s sweaty hair and pulled him in for another searing kiss, all teeth and tongue. He twisted his hands in his hair and tugged his head back to nip at his jawline and down the column of his neck.
“Rock your hips,” he murmured. “You have to be able to move with your mount’s rhythm.” Sylvain thrust up as he spoke, jostling Felix. He sank his teeth into the meat of Felix’s shoulder, sucking a bruise into the pale skin there. Felix clawed at his shoulders, grinding against him. His body jerked back and forth, not quite finding a smooth rhythm. Back, to bury Sylvain’s cock deep into his hole. Forward, to rock his own shaft against Sylvain’s bare stomach.
“That’s it…oh, gods, that’s it…” Sylvain panted. His mouth found the column of Felix’s neck and he bit at the smooth skin, leaving another bruise. “Ride me, sweetheart, just like that.”
“More,” Felix growled in his ear.
Sylvain grabbed Felix’s hair again and yanked his head back. “You want more?” he hissed. He waited for Felix to rock back, then slammed his hips up to meet him halfway. The movement jostled Felix forward, against Sylvain’s body. He wrapped an arm around his shoulders to hold him in place and thrust up and into him at a brutal pace.
“I’ve been waiting to fuck this tight little ass for years.” Gods, it was good. Tight and hot and Felix. “You were such a tease, I never got the chance.”
“You were an idiot,” Felix panted. “I didn’t want to catch it.”
He bared his teeth. If Felix could still make coherent sentences, he must not be going hard enough. He wormed a hand in between their bodies to wrap his fingers around Felix’s shaft as he slammed his cock into his friend’s tight hole.
Felix cried out, digging his nails into Sylvain’s shoulders and back. Sylvain twisted his wrist as he stroked, thumb finding the sensitive spot under the head of Felix’s cock and rubbing against it mercilessly.
“Don’t stop,” Felix gasped. His body was curved backward in an arch, putting his nipples at just the right height for Sylvain to bite and tease with his tongue. “Oh, gods! Sylvain!”
He came with a shout, Sylvain milking his cock as pearly cum splattered their stomachs and chests. Felix tightened around Silvain, and he pulled him in for a desperate kiss.
“I’m close, Fe.” He could barely form the words. Couldn’t stop. His body was wound so tight he was about to burst. “I can’t…can I cum inside you?” Gods, he wanted that. Wanted to fill the lithe body above him. Wanted his seed to soak into his best friend’s body, marking him on the inside.
Felix was fuck-drunk, pupils blown wide, body limp as Sylvain fucked into him. “Syl…yes. Gods, yes.”
That was it. Sylvain’s balls tightened, his hips bucked up, and he was cumming. He shouted something, then dragged Felix closer to mash their lips together as he thrust, stuffing his seed deeper and deeper into Felix’s writhing body. He came harder than he had in the last three years, maybe harder than he ever had before.
Inside Felix. He moaned into Felix’s mouth as his hips spasmed a few last times. His cock, spent and limp, slid out of Felix’s hole, and with it a trickle of semen.
Felix sagged to the side, and Sylvain twisted enough to lay him down on the bed. He kissed him again, more softly this time. Smoothed back his dark, tangled hair.
“I’ve wanted to do that since Garreg Mach,” he whispered, when Felix pulled back a little. “Gods, Fe, the things I’ve wanted to do to you.”
Felix’s dark gaze studied him for a long moment. He looked absolutely debauched, with his open shirt hanging over one shoulder and the chain of hickeys Sylvain had left across his collarbone and up his throat. “We could still do them,” he offered.
“Yeah?” Sylvain grinned. “So, you liked your riding lesson?”
He got a slap on the chest for his remark. “Asshole,” Felix complained. He let Sylvain pull him close, though. Tilted his head back for a kiss, sighing as their lips slotted together like they were made for each other.
They really were, though. At least as far as Sylvain was concerned.
It was just a shame they’d taken so long to figure that out.