With every Pegasus Moon comes the feeling of dread. It is a fact of life. It is normal. The older that Felix gets, the more he hates his birthday, each year weighing him down a little more like a ton of bricks.

But then there is Sylvain; beautiful, annoying, detestable, and lovable Sylvain. Felix's heart lurches when he thinks of him, those bitter and crusted bits of himself slowly falling away as more time passes. Felix thought it impossible to feel like this again. Felix was wrong.

Still—

"What in the Goddess's name are you wearing?"

Sylvain laughs and rubs at his head sheepishly. "Look, I can explain."

Felix looks at him shrewdly, unsure what could possibly warrant… this. Sylvain is dressed normally enough in a regular pair of trousers and a button-down. But his shirt is undone, showing off thick pectorals and a peek of his collarbone, and wrapped around his neck is a bright pink bow.

"Well, then," says Felix, motioning towards him, "Explain."

"It's your birthday."

Felix's gaze narrows. "An astute observation. We know that, Sylvain."

"Yes, well—look, I don't have a lot to offer, you know? So I thought that I'd just… offer myself?" His voice cracks slightly, unsure. "Okay, so maybe it was dumb—"

Felix reaches out to him, fingers curling into the soft cotton of his shirt. "It's perfect," he says softly, lacking his usual bite. And then, "Even if you look like a buffoon."

Sylvain smiles at him, reaching up to cup his cheek. "I promise to take good care of you." It's a promise that Felix knows that he'll keep reverently, and he feels the way that the words heat his core. They sink in deep, settling deep in his gut, and suddenly, Felix's grasp on Sylvain's shirt is a little less safe for work.

"Oh?" He fiddles with Sylvain's open collar, his fingers sinking in to scratch through his chest hair. All Sylvain does is smile widely, a Chesire grin that takes up his entire face.

It is a quick trip to the bedroom. Sylvain doesn't even wait until Felix has fully stepped in before pressing him against the doorframe.

"There isn't a hurry."

"No, but—" Sylvain grabs him by the hip bone, pressing their crotches together. Sylvain's already half-hard and tenting his trousers, a laughable feat if Felix wasn't so used to it by now.

"That desperate?" muses Felix.

"For you? Always. You don't even know." Sylvain's thumb slides across the waistband, settling by the button. He makes quick work of the fastenings, his hand slipping in to grasp at Felix's cock.

Felix moans, his head slamming against the hard door frame. "Fuck," he hisses, as Sylvain's hand works its magic. Sylvain presses close, nipping at his neck, teeth grazing the soft skin of his nape. "Sylvain, we aren't—"

"Aren't what?" Sylvain laughs against him, chasing it with a sweet kiss.

"Teenagers." Because they aren't, despite the way that Sylvain's pawing at him like one.

Sylvain pauses, amused. He pulls back and grasps Felix by the chin. He kisses him, short and sweet, just a hint of tongue, and when Felix moves to deepen it, Sylvain doesn't let him. "Teenagers," he repeats against his mouth, an idea brewing.

"That look. I don't like it."

Sylvain says nothing as he drops to his knees, wincing slightly as one cracks. The carpet is soft enough that he won't die, though, and he settles between Felix's legs comfortably. "Sylvain, oh."

His cock is wrapped in the warmth of Sylvain's hand. He leans forward to nuzzle the base of it, licking down the entire length before he swallows it. Felix's hands find Sylvain's hair immediately, curling in and tugging tight. Sylvain is good at this, almost too good. Good to the point where Felix's legs are already like jelly, trembling slightly as Sylvain works his mouth down his length until his nose touches his belly.

Felix looses a pathetic whine, the sound of it choked. Sylvain's throat is tight around him, the tip of his cock knocking the back of it. He smooths his thumbs across Felix's hips, the pads of them soft over his skin. Felix tries his best not to buck into his mouth, holding onto his hair for dear life, but—

Sylvain pulls off and strokes his dick with a tight squeeze. "Come on," he urges, kissing the crown of it lovingly. "Do as you wish."

Felix can't help it when he presses back into the warm, tight heat, thrusting gently. Sylvain moans, the vibrations settling right into the base of Felix's cock. He fucks his mouth slowly, fingers curled around the back of Sylvain's head. Sylvain swallows him down easily, hungrily even, his tongue sliding across the bottom of his length, drool pooling.

He wants to look, but he shouldn't. The moment that he does, he'll be done for. But Felix is unable to hold himself back, unable to deny his wants and needs when it comes to this man before him. Sylvain watches him back with a ruddy, debauched gaze, eyes tearing up with the strain of Felix's cock down his throat.

Felix won't last much longer, not with Sylvain looking so blissed below him, hand cradling his balls as he drags a thumb down the seam. "Look at you," sighs Felix, brushing back his bangs sweetly. "You love this, don't you?"

Sylvain moans, his throat vibrating, tightening ever so slightly around his cock. Felix can't look away, eyes trained wholly on Sylvain and the way that his lips are stretched around him. He's delirious as a result, pleasure pooling in his belly and wracking across his shoulders. He fucks into Sylvain's mouth, the slow rolls of his hips easily accepted.

And the sounds—Goddess. Sylvain chokes slightly around him, gurgling as he just swallows around him, over and over.

"I'm—Sylvain, I'm going to come—"

Sylvain pulls off suddenly. He presses a kiss to the tip of his dick, his lips swollen and pink. "Then do it. This is for you."

And him, as well. Felix knows better than to think that Sylvain isn't getting off on this as well, judging by the way that his trousers are tented. Sylvain strokes him with a tight grip, that devilish tongue of his darting out to swirl around the head.

That's all it takes. Felix comes suddenly, painting the insides of Sylvain's mouth white. Sylvain groans, swallowing it without question. Licks at the small amount that's missed, dripping down his chin.

Felix is going to die. His head slams against the door as he shakes with his orgasm, oversensitive.

Sylvain pulls off his cock and kisses the crease of his groin. And then the meat of his thigh, thumbs drawing circles against the taut muscle there.

"Obscene," says Felix affectionately. "You are an absolute menace."

Sylvain laughs against him, nipping at his hip bone. "You love it."

Yes, Felix does, wholly and overcome with the feeling. He cups Sylvain's cheek, thumbing across his lips. "Surely you can give me more."

He means it as a tease, but Sylvain stands, pulling him close, grinding their hips together. He's hard—so fucking hard, his cock twitching in his trousers. "As if I couldn't."

They tumble into their bed, shucking their clothes. Felix sinks into the sheets, Sylvain a welcome weight against him as he holds himself over him, hands wandering, crotches pressed together in a slick and sweaty grind.

Sylvain worships him thoroughly, those well-worn and well-loved hands ghosting down his sides. He watches Felix, a soft little smile on his face. His eyes glimmer as he takes him in, thumbs smoothing over the soft arch of Felix's hip bones.

A kiss to his sternum and wondrous words of praise whispered there. Sylvain nuzzles across his collarbone next, his tongue snaking out. Felix's fingers curl into his hair, tugging. It's hard to imagine that he means such things, but Sylvain says them so fervently that he can't help but believe it.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, licking across a nipple. His fingers dig into Felix's soft sides, his grip tight. "All of you. Fuck, I just—"

"To0 slow." Felix doesn't mean to sound annoyed, but this is his day, and he's impatient.

Sylvain doesn't move faster. He takes his time with his reverent touch. Sylvain praises and praises Felix until he's nothing but a gooey pile of bones and skin at his behest. He isn't unaffected, the words do things to him.

Handsome; Perfect; All mine— Sylvain's accolades sink into his skin and rest there, fueling the pleasure that spreads wide in Felix's gut. His cock aches again, twitching slightly once more as Sylvain's hand ghosts the soft skin just above his groin.

"Oh? Will I get to drag another one out of you?" Sylvain's gaze seems positively feral at the thought of it. "Come on, Felix. One more, just for me."

"Ridiculous," huffs Felix, intent on maintaining some of his usual attitude, but the word is lost in a moan when Sylvain sucks a nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling around it. "Oh—"

"I could do this for ages," says Sylvain against his skin, worrying the stiff nub with his teeth gently. Felix bucks under his grasp, arching slightly, his legs spreading wide. Sylvain only laughs, his hold on him tightening, pressing him into the mattress. "Sit still."

"I— Sylvain." He whines, much to his embarrassment. But Felix isn't sure how much longer he can take of Sylvain's poignant ministrations; that fiery sensation that grips his insides only coils tighter and tighter.

"I'm not done." Sylvain's hand sweeps lower, fingers scratching through the hair there. Felix's dick twitches again— so close, his hand is so close. "Would you beg for me?"

"No."

"You'd sound so sweet."

Felix groans in frustration, lifting his hips. "Aren't you my present? Service me, you oaf." He feels the way that Sylvain smiles against him, his mouth curving.

"There's what I love the most, those biting words."

Felix thinks that Sylvain must be inside, but he loses the quip at the edge of his tongue when Sylvain's hand wraps around his cock, and squeezes. Felix keens, head dipping back against the bed. He hears the click of a bottle, and then there are slick fingers pressed against his hole.

Sylvain slips one in and Felix keens, his chest heaving as he wrenches in his grasp. Another finger, and then another— "You always take me so well," says Sylvain into the crook of his neck, breath hot against Felix's skin.

Felix wriggles against him, his skin feeling hot and tight. His cock is half-hard again, begging to be touched, leaking precome. Sylvain spreads his fingers wide, spreading his rim, tugging at his insides as he fucks them in deeper and deeper.

"Insufferable." Felix groans, his face flush.

"I could stop—"

"No." Sylvain's mouth curls into a smirk, and Felix hates it. "I just mean—Are you planning on dragging this out?"

Sylvain hums, sucking a mark into his neck, worrying the skin there with his teeth. "If it means watching you squirm underneath me, then yes."

Felix huffs. "And what about what I want? Aren't you supposed to be servicing me? You said it yourself—you're my present. When are you going to give yourself to me?"

Sylvain chuckles and pulls back, his face creased in amusement. "Come on, Felix. Tell me that you want it." His voice is soft and gentle, just this side of teasing.

Felix's chest tightens, his tongue thick in his throat. He is above begging, he is above begging— "Please," he says, betraying himself, "Sylvain, please."

Sylvain pulls his fingers out and spreads Felix's ass cheeks to take a look. Felix's cheeks burn with embarrassment. He feels loose, and he tries to hide his expression in the crook of his elbow. "None of that," says Sylvain, sweeping his thumb across his rim softly, "This is my favorite part."

"My utter and supreme shame?"

"Watching how well you take my cock."

Oh. Felix swallows thickly, pulling his arm back. Sylvain watches him like a man starved as he slicks his cock up, pressing the tip to his hole. He presses in, a slow drag until he bottoms out, thick and hot in Felix's ass.

"Goddess," murmurs Felix, fingers curling into the bedsheets.

"Fuck," hisses Sylvain, "I'm not—Felix, I'm not going to be able to last long. I'm already—"

"Just fuck me then, you imbecile."

Sylvain does just that. Pulls out until the tip of his cock catches on his rim before thrusting back in. Felix cries out, legs tense against him, slipping into a haze as all he can focus on is the heady drag of Sylvain's length.

They move against each other so well, Felix meeting every roll of Sylvain's hips eagerly. His cock is hard again, drooling all over his belly. Sylvain watches him with a half-lidded, debauched gaze. "Goddess, you—" He groans, head hanging back as he fucks in a little bit harder.

"Come on," says Felix, goading him on, "I thought you were going to service me. It's my birthday, right? You're my present. You should be utterly lost in me. I want to see more."

Sylvain hikes his hips up, changing the angle and Felix cries up. His lower back hurts as he's folded slightly, but it's good, it's too good. Sylvain nails his prostate with every thrust in, his cock buried deep in his ass, over and over. It is a rolling drag, languid and filling, and Felix feels like he can feel it all the way to this throat.

"Oh," he says, "There, there—"

"I've got you," says Sylvain. Sweat drips down his brow as he thrusts into him. He reaches out and grasps Felix's cock, his fingers curling around in a loose grip. "Come on, baby, you can give me one more."

Felix whines, the heat in his gut coiling tighter and tighter with every thrust of Sylvain's cock. He carves into him, and Felix can feel how tight he clenches with every deep press. "I'm—Sylvain." A pathetic cry that fuels Sylvain's hand on his cock.

He pauses, grinding in deep, fingers slick as they pump his length. "Nearly there," he says, leaning forward, shifting inside of Felix. Felix groans, legs tightening around his waist. Sylvain kisses his collarbone, his neck, his jawline. He noses at his ear, and whispers, "Come for me again, Felix."

Felix careens over the edges, coming over Sylvain's hand with thin, watery spend. His nerves are on fire and his fingers dig into Sylvain's back, digging in. "Goddess," breaths Sylvain, fucking into him with short, shallow thrusts, "Fuck, fuck—"

He tumbles, sinking into him deeply, filling Felix up as he moans into his neck. "I love you, I love you so much—"

"Idiot," says Felix, affectionately. He reaches up to comb his fingers through Sylvain's sweaty hair, and they lay there, in their post-sex, blissful haze.

Eventually, Felix tugs at the ribbon still tied around Sylvain's neck, undoing it. "This still looks ridiculous."

"It worked, though."

Felix huffs as Sylvain pulls himself gingerly from his ass. He's gone for a moment and returns with a damp towel, and takes care as he wipes Felix down with the utmost care. When he's settled back into the sheets, laying on his side and staring at him, Felix speaks again. "You don't have to package yourself up for me. I like you just as you are."

Sylvain's face crinkles at that, and he leans forward to press a kiss to his forehead. "Was this birthday better?"

Felix sinks into his hold, cuddling against his chest. "Yes," he says softly. "I—just… yes."

Sylvain smooths a hand down the length of his side. "You don't have to explain it."

He won't, he just closes his eyes, and takes in the warmth of Sylvain's body next to his. He's lulled by the comfort. "I hope that you don't expect me to repeat this endeavor on your birthday." Because he refuses to debase himself by wearing a damn ribbon.

Sylvain barks out a loud laugh. "Nah," he says, "I'd be worried if you did. What was it you said? I like you, just as you are. And you are nothing but sharp barbs— Ow."

Felix nips at his collarbone, sinking his teeth in. And then he kisses the spot. Sylvain strokes through his hair, scratching at his scalp, and Felix feels sleep start to tug at him. Soft warmth, surrounded by that enviable scent of Sylvain; sandalwood and musk.

Another birthday, another year added on. The next one is looking up, though.