I do love a bit of gossip, but I'm open to suggestions if you prefer not to kiss and tell.
[The bantering, the flirting-- that's all easy. That's not what's twisted a persistent knot in his stomach that hasn't gone away so much as gotten easier to ignore.
He really doesn't understand how people can just-- do this casually. How do they stand the vulnerability of it? Sylvain may be as good as a stranger, but he has as big a stake in their ongoing relationship as Khalid does-- hell, with his husband being a stranger in a strange land, Khalid has the upper hand in many aspects. But it's still somewhat nerve-wracking, laying himself out like this for someone else to touch-- even if he wants it badly.
He lets out a stuttered breath as Sylvain's fingers wrap around his cock, bucking up into the touch just a little. He fumbles to pull the stopper from the bottle, usually dexterous fingers made a bit clumsy with nerves and the new heat of someone's hand stroking him.] Well, it's your drawer now too.
[How could he not want to brag about this? The way Khalid's breath catches, and he bucks up into the touch. There's more to it than just arousal, Sylvain can see that, but it's easy enough to believe it's nerves. Khalid has admitted to a lack of experience, after all.
He wraps his other hand around to rest against Khalid's back, stroking soothingly against the skin in tandem with his teasing hand. Building up slow, especially when he sees Khalid fumbling.]
Would you rather do it yourself, or give me the honors?
[He wants to offer, in case Khalid feels like he can't ask for that, or something.]
[Ugh, embarrassing... Sylvain definitely saw his fumbling for what it was. He's being kind enough not to mock him for it, at least. The hand soothing against his back makes him shiver, and he holds the finally-opened bottle out to Sylvain, cheeks flushed.] I've done it myself plenty of times, may as well try something new.
[He doesn't really want to be treated like a blushing bride on her wedding night, for all that the situation hits that trope... but Sylvain already knows he doesn't need to treat him like a delicate maiden, even if he's inexperienced. Hopefully he'll keep that in mind.]
[Khalid looks not quite pleased with being called out. Cute. Sylvain's hand leaves his back and takes the bottle with a wink.]
Well, no question about whether you like it or not, then. [He chuckles at himself, but he really is comforted by that knowledge. He gives Khalid's cock a gentle flick before he takes his hand away there, too, coating up his fingers.]
Flip over, then.
[Don't want to be treated like a blushing bride? Fine then, ass up, your highness.]
I'm not completely clueless. [Khalid bites back a raw sound at the flick, gentle but enough of a new and unexpected sensation that it makes him shudder, takes him off guard. Good timing to make him a little more compliant with Sylvain's order, and he turns onto his stomach, shoving one of the pillows under his hips to get a better angle. See, he knows some things.
He looks over his shoulder at Sylvain, his gaze dark and heavy-lidded.]
I never said you were. [Or meant to imply it. But Khalid doesn't seem actually offended, if the way he obeys the demand is any indication.]
Goddess knows you're gorgeous at the least.
[There's absolutely more to this prince than that, Sylvain can tell even in the short time they've spent together, but he can focus on praising the man for his mental capacity another time. Sylvain strokes his clean hand up the back of a thigh, over a cheek to rest against his lower back.]
I'm sure you don't need me to tell you to breathe deep and slow, then.
[He smirks, sliding his slick fingers in to press firmly against his ass, spreading the oil.]
[Khalid hums, low and pleased, at the compliment and Sylvain's hand smoothing over the back of his thigh up to the small of his back. His laugh is cut off by a hitch in his breath as Sylvain's fingers press against his entrance, slick and hot and very different from his own.]
No, not at all. [He mutters lowly, taking that deep breath and sinking further into the mattress. He can feel his pulse racing, but he keeps himself relaxed, thighs spreading just an inch more in his eagerness.]
Especially when you make sounds like that, [He follows up on his compliment. Smug as a cat over the way Khalid's breath catches, the way he melts against the mattress.]
What a wedding gift.
[It's partially to himself, and partially a little tease about the way Khalid is giving himself like this. To cover up how affectionate Sylvain feels about that, of course. Those spreading thighs get him in the heart and in the dick, and Sylvain takes a hold of one with a friendly squeeze. He holds that grip, stroking his thumb over the inner thigh as he puts real pressure on Khalid, slow and steady, until both fingers slip inside.]
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[The bantering, the flirting-- that's all easy. That's not what's twisted a persistent knot in his stomach that hasn't gone away so much as gotten easier to ignore.
He really doesn't understand how people can just-- do this casually. How do they stand the vulnerability of it? Sylvain may be as good as a stranger, but he has as big a stake in their ongoing relationship as Khalid does-- hell, with his husband being a stranger in a strange land, Khalid has the upper hand in many aspects. But it's still somewhat nerve-wracking, laying himself out like this for someone else to touch-- even if he wants it badly.
He lets out a stuttered breath as Sylvain's fingers wrap around his cock, bucking up into the touch just a little. He fumbles to pull the stopper from the bottle, usually dexterous fingers made a bit clumsy with nerves and the new heat of someone's hand stroking him.] Well, it's your drawer now too.
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[How could he not want to brag about this? The way Khalid's breath catches, and he bucks up into the touch. There's more to it than just arousal, Sylvain can see that, but it's easy enough to believe it's nerves. Khalid has admitted to a lack of experience, after all.
He wraps his other hand around to rest against Khalid's back, stroking soothingly against the skin in tandem with his teasing hand. Building up slow, especially when he sees Khalid fumbling.]
Would you rather do it yourself, or give me the honors?
[He wants to offer, in case Khalid feels like he can't ask for that, or something.]
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[He doesn't really want to be treated like a blushing bride on her wedding night, for all that the situation hits that trope... but Sylvain already knows he doesn't need to treat him like a delicate maiden, even if he's inexperienced. Hopefully he'll keep that in mind.]
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Well, no question about whether you like it or not, then. [He chuckles at himself, but he really is comforted by that knowledge. He gives Khalid's cock a gentle flick before he takes his hand away there, too, coating up his fingers.]
Flip over, then.
[Don't want to be treated like a blushing bride? Fine then, ass up, your highness.]
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He looks over his shoulder at Sylvain, his gaze dark and heavy-lidded.]
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Goddess knows you're gorgeous at the least.
[There's absolutely more to this prince than that, Sylvain can tell even in the short time they've spent together, but he can focus on praising the man for his mental capacity another time. Sylvain strokes his clean hand up the back of a thigh, over a cheek to rest against his lower back.]
I'm sure you don't need me to tell you to breathe deep and slow, then.
[He smirks, sliding his slick fingers in to press firmly against his ass, spreading the oil.]
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No, not at all. [He mutters lowly, taking that deep breath and sinking further into the mattress. He can feel his pulse racing, but he keeps himself relaxed, thighs spreading just an inch more in his eagerness.]
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What a wedding gift.
[It's partially to himself, and partially a little tease about the way Khalid is giving himself like this. To cover up how affectionate Sylvain feels about that, of course. Those spreading thighs get him in the heart and in the dick, and Sylvain takes a hold of one with a friendly squeeze. He holds that grip, stroking his thumb over the inner thigh as he puts real pressure on Khalid, slow and steady, until both fingers slip inside.]