A/N: I would definitely read the other two before this one, though it's not really required.


Sylvain's an incredibly tactile person, so it comes as a surprise to him when his relationship with Felix remains relatively chaste- and more so that he's entirely okay with it.

It isn't that he doesn't want to have sex, or doesn't think about it; truth be told, it's a fantasy that's fueled far too many of his dreams and lazy mornings in the bathroom. There have been many accidental boners, accompanied by cold showers and the tight grip of his warm palm.

Felix doesn't seem to think of it, still awkward with the lingering touches, the kisses, and the genuine shows of physical affection. And because Felix doesn't think about it, Sylvain doesn't think much of it either.

He's fine with cuddling on the couch as they watch movies, Felix tucked neatly into his side. Or spooning him from behind in their bed, his knees shoved into the backs of Felix's. Jacking it when there's time to spare, an occasional fulfillment of self-satisfaction.

This night is at first, no different than any other.

Sylvain's laying out on the couch, half-turned towards the television as he watches a dumb rom-com. It's mostly background noise as he dozes lightly, eyes slipping closed as he rests an arm underneath his cheek.

Then he feels pressure on his chest. Felix leans over him, hands pressed against Sylvain's sternum. Sylvain cracks open an eye and gives him a lazy smile. "Felix," he murmurs, grabbing at his wrist, smoothing his thumb over the thin bone there.

Felix is decent at fitting in with this form, but there are still instinctual habits that he can't quite kick- basking in the sun window on warm days, cat-like stretches after a long nap, and random soft-handed headbutts throughout the day.

Here, his posture melts slightly, and if he were a cat, Sylvain's pretty sure that he'd be purring.

He looks soft as he reaches out to touch Sylvain, craving his warmth. Felix pushes against him gently, and Sylvain follows, settling onto his back. Felix hangs over him, those long fingers messing with Sylvain's collar.

Felix does this a lot. Plays with his clothing. Sits there and watches him. Soaks up his presence. It's perfect for lazy days like this when all Sylvain wants to do is nap on the couch.

And then, Felix moves, climbing onto the couch properly, straddling Sylvain's waist.

This isn't new either; they've sat like this during make-out sessions when they're too drunk on each other to think of anything else. Sylvain sighs softly, still sleep-addled, his brain still trying to catch up. Felix watches Sylvain, palms flat against his chest as he kneads against him, fingers rucking up his shirt.

It's the cool air against Sylvain's stomach that pulls him into awareness. He blinks, rubbing his eyes, confused to find Felix over him.

Then, Sylvain's cock stirs, half-hardening against his thigh because Felix looks oh-so-good like this.

His face is slightly slack and utterly content, and he stretches slightly as he paws at Sylvain's chest, eyes half-lidded. Fingers smoothing over his chest as he sits back just a little too-

"Felix," says Sylvain, immediately grabbing at his hips to still him.

Felix pauses, looking down. "Hm?" So blissfully unaware, his face scrunched up all cute. It only makes Sylvain's dick fill out even more.

Sylvain fails to find words, trying to adjust his legs subtly. But, Felix leans back, his ass settling against Sylvain's hips and-

Felix stills. Sylvain smacks a hand against his face, embarrassed. Then, Felix smirks as he watches him.

"Oh?"

"Um," starts Sylvain, "Look-"

"Is this something that you've wanted?"

Sylvain blinks at the incredibly blunt question and then sighs sheepishly. "I mean, it's not really important-"

"That isn't what I asked," cuts in Felix, his gaze narrowed. He fingers Sylvain's collar idly, pressing his hands just barely into it to graze over his skin.

Even such a small touch feels nice. Felix hanging over him, the way that he straddles his hips, the lingering trailing of his fingers over his collarbone- it all goes straight to Sylvain's dick. He swallows thickly.

"Oh, so it is," says Felix softly, so good at reading him.

Of course, it is, even if it isn't a priority. Felix is handsome and Sylvain loves the way that he feels when pulled against him. But, so far, his fantasies have been enough to satisfy him.

"You've never really-" Sylvain stops himself, trying to find a way to word it without offense. He still holds Felix by the hips and he smooths his thumbs along the hard ridge of them. "I know that things are a little awkward for you when you're like… this." He waves vaguely at Felix's form. "Figured that maybe you just weren't interested, so I never brought it up."

Felix's gaze warms slightly at that and he drags his hand down Sylvain's front, pushing the hem of his shirt up. His fingers hesitate, hovering over Sylvain's middle. "To be honest, it isn't so much a lack of interest, but rather something that I just don't think about," he admits. "Instinctually, it's not something that I act upon on my own whim, but-"

He drops his hand, smoothing his palm over the soft skin of Sylvain's abs, pulling his shirt up further. "I do respond to the whims of others quite well, however."

Sylvain wonders exactly what he means by that, mouth parting slightly as he considers it. Felix must recognize the look because he says next, "Don't worry yourself over it; It isn't important. What is-" His fingers drift down to where Sylvain's lounge trousers are slung low on his hips. "Do you want this?"

"Yes." Sylvain's answer is so immediate that Felix laughs, a rare occurrence that never fails to make Sylvain's day. "Not to sound, uh, eager or anything."

"Hm, that won't do," says Felix.

"What won't?"

"I want you to be eager."

Sylvain swallows again, his grip against Felix tightening. "Oh," he murmurs. Who knew that Felix could so easily unwind him with just a handful of words? Sylvain's cock is uncomfortably hard in his smalls and they haven't even started anything.

Felix shifts slightly, settling over Sylvain's thighs instead. The tenting of his trousers is painfully obvious and he feels his cheeks burn bright red. Felix looks at him like he's not just a snack, but a whole damn meal, eyes narrowly slit and cat-like, his expression feral.

So utterly feline.

Then, Felix swipes his hand across him, squeezing his clothed cock. Sylvain's head tips back, moaning as his eyes slipped closed. Felix hums appreciatively and repeats the movement, and Sylvain's hips buck into the touch, chasing it.

Sylvain's hand reaches out and grabs Felix's wrist, stilling him. Felix is hyper-aware as he meets his gaze. "Too much?"

"Goddess, no," he says, "Just- Look, it's been a while."

First, Felix grins. Then, his mouth widens into a smirk. And Sylvain's breath hitches because he knows that look, he's seen it time and time again. The one where he's accepted a challenge at face value. Felix is the most competitive person that he knows.

"Felix-" Sylvain starts, but his words die the moment that Felix pulls the waistband of his trousers down. Sylvain's a simple man, thinking with his dick instead of his brain, so he lifts his hips to help him along.

"You know," says Felix, observing his cock critically, "Perhaps I should've realized sooner with how often I wake up with you pressed against me."

"Felix," tries Sylvain again, but whatever he's about to say dissolves into a breathy moan.

Felix presses a finger to his cock and drags it down the length of him. "Impressive, though I don't have much of a frame of reference."

"What does that mean?" asks Sylvain, unable to help himself.

Felix blinks. "Certainly you don't think that male cats usually choose another male as a partner-"

"Oh my goddess, please stop." Felix does just that, pulling his hand away entirely, and Sylvain whines at the loss of his touch. "That isn't what I meant."

Felix shifts again, sliding up Sylvain's body to lean over him. His hair is tied back, loose strands escaping. He looks down at Sylvain, his expression warm. "I won't tease you anymore," he says, "even if it's fun."

Sylvain snorts at that and lifts a hand to his cheek, thumbing over it softly. "Look, if this bothers you-"

"It most certainly does not," says Felix.

"But you just said that-"

"Sylvain," starts Felix softly, "since when have I ever been like other cats?"

Never, thinks Sylvain; he isn't like other humans either which is what makes Felix so uniquely, authentically, himself. And really, that's what Sylvain loves most about him. He reaches up and tugs on some loose strands of his hair.

"I love you," says Sylvain instead of answering the question.

Felix's expression relaxes at that and he sighs contently, leaning over to bump their foreheads together. Sylvain chuckles, tipping his head back to press a kiss against Felix's brow. And there they stay for a moment, just watching each other. Sylvain scratching idly behind Felix's ear, and Felix melting at the touch.

"They say that cats pick their humans, you know."

"An old wives' tale," says Felix, leaning into his hand. "Cats are far too lazy to make such life-changing decisions."

"But you picked me."

Felix nods against his palm, turning his face to press a kiss against it. "And you're a man, to boot."

Sylvain slides his hands down Felix's side, slipping just barely underneath his shirt to splay against the skin there. "I would love to show you exactly what it is that you do to me," he says.

"I think that's already abundantly clear," says Felix coyly. He shifts slightly, bringing his hips closer, pressing their groins together. Sylvain groans; Felix is hard too, grinding just barely against him.

Sylvain's hands slip around to grab him by the ass and hold him still. " Felix."

"What? Are you surprised?" Felix leans forward, tucking his nose into the juncture of Sylvain's neck, licking a stripe along the skin there.

"Unfair," whines Sylvain in a huff. "You aren't naked enough."

Felix pauses again, regarding him with that well-loved and calculating stare. "Neither are you," he says, pawing at Sylvain's shirt, tugging it over his head. Meanwhile, Sylvain's hands find Felix's trousers, pulling at the elastic of his waistband, fingers dancing along the line of skin there.

It takes some awkward maneuvering, mostly because Felix doesn't want to pull away, but eventually his pants are off. And his shirt too. And Sylvain's wholly naked underneath him as well.

Sylvain looks and looks. Smooths his hands over the pale expanse of Felix's skin; down his sides and across his stomach; through the soft hair that dusts just under his navel and down. So beautiful, he thinks. Felix watches back, his eyes practically glowing with their golden depths.

He grabs Sylvain's hand, long and delicate fingers wrapping around his wrist. Then pulls it southwards and to his cock. Felix is handsome here too, his length the perfect size. Heavy and hard in his hand, and flushed pink at the tip. Glistening with precome.

Sylvain's mouth goes dry and he loses his breath, his hand sliding across Felix's cock with careful devotion. Felix moans above him, eyes slipping closed as his head dips forward, and Sylvain decides that it's the sound that just might end him.

Happily so.

"Felix," he murmurs, tightening his grip just slightly, fingers dancing around the head of Felix's dick.

He responds to Sylvain so well, dropping his hips and rutting into his hand. He leans over Sylvain, fingers digging into the couch by his ears, legs splayed over his hips. Sylvain doesn't know what he expected, but Felix being so pliant under his touch certainly wasn't it.

"Wait," says Felix. Sylvain's hand stills immediately and Felix lets out a frustrated huff. "No, that isn't- I want to…" His nose finds Sylvain's neck again and he inhales deeply, moaning. "Sylvain," he murmurs into his skin, his tongue snaking out to lick across his jaw. "You smell good. Always do."

So, not the weirdest thing that Sylvain's ever heard during sex, but he's already figured that things might be a little different with someone who isn't exactly human. Felix bites at where Sylvain's pulse beats in his neck, just a gentle nip that goes straight to his gut.

Then, Felix moves, rubbing his cheeks along the rise of Sylvain's collarbone. Across his pecs. Down the hard ridge of his abs, his tongue dipping into Sylvain's navel. Felix stops at the base of his cock, nosing at the sweaty crease where it meets his groin.

So close, but so far.

Felix sighs against him, his breath warm. Sylvain's cock twitches and he feels Felix smile against his skin. "Excited?"

"Felix," warns Sylvain, his name clipped in its tone.

Felix bites at the base of his cock first, then licks along the length of it. Sylvain bucks against him, unable to stop himself, letting out a hiss even with such small contact. Felix hums at that, taking his cock into hand fully, his palm warm and calloused, regarding it with curiosity.

"Fuck," breathes Sylvain, his head falling back against the couch as he loses himself to the touch.

"I know what I like," says Felix, the words hot against Sylvain's blazing skin, "But I wonder, what will you?"

"Goddess," says Sylvain, "Literally anything."

Felix looks at him, his mouth curved deviously. "Anything?"

" Please." Sylvain hates it, the desperate tone that he takes, but Felix is right there, right there. So fucking close, his hand teasing his cock with in feather-light grip.

"I like it when you beg," says Felix, pressing soft kisses along his length, tiny little kitten licks that do more harm than good. But Sylvain will take it all, anything at this point, and he squirms underneath Felix's hold.

Then, Felix wraps his mouth around the crown of his dick, tongue swirling to the underside before tracing along the vein there. It's warm and wet. Felix's tongue isn't rough like a cat's but isn't quite smooth like a human's either; somewhere right in the middle. The friction is delicious and Sylvain keens, trying his best to not sink straight into Felix's throat.

Felix moans around him, taking him deeper, his hand sliding along to meet his mouth. It's a little sloppy and a little messy- probably because Felix has never given a blowjob in his life- but it makes Sylvain's toes curl, and his breath hitch.

His hands find Felix's head, his fingers threading into his hair, and Sylvain holds onto him like he's afraid that he's going to disappear. Felix licks and sucks around him, his lips and hand pulling at Sylvain's cock.

Sylvain's pretty sure that this is what hell might feel like because this is the closest to death he's ever been. The pleasure is going to kill him.

"Delicious," murmurs Felix when he pulls off, jerking him with only his hand. "But I already knew that. There's a reason I'm always licking you, you know."

And Sylvain does, thinks back to all the times that Felix's tongue darts out to taste his skin. But here it's different, this is far more intimate and it sets him on fire.

"Can never get enough." Felix sighs at the thought.

"Felix, come here," says Sylvain, wanting a moment of respite, and desperate to feel Felix pressed against him. Felix does as he asks; lets go of his cock, crawls back up, and leans over him once more.

"Killing me," Sylvain murmurs, as his hands find Felix's ass, fingers digging into the smooth muscle there, and pulls his hips down.

Their cocks slide together, and Felix moans. "Can't have that," he says, leaning on his elbows, his fingers curling into Sylvain's hair and tugging just slightly. "Haven't gotten to the good part."

"Felix, this is good, so good." Sylvain reaches between them and wraps his hand around the both of them, just holding their lengths together. And it looks so good, Felix's cock warm and hard against him, the tip flush and dribbling.

"Alright then," says Felix, his words stuttering just slightly as his breath hitches, "The best part."

Sylvain gives an experimental tug at their cocks, which Felix responds deliciously to. "Which is?"

"The part where you fuck me, of course."

Sylvain's hand pauses, his hand still gripped tightly around the both of them. He looks at Felix seriously, who watches him back through a flushed gaze. His hair has been pulled from its tie, strands hanging around them. His eyes are hazy with want.

"Felix," he says, letting go of their dicks and grasping at Felix's cheeks instead, "Are you sure?" Sylvain wants to make sure, wants to double-check, even if it means staying this addicting pleasure.

Felix's face scrunches like he's annoyed and drops his hips again, making his hard-wanting need incredibly apparent. "What about this seems like I wouldn't? Didn't think you'd be so hesitant, I know you've gone and done this before."

"Yeah, but…" Sylvain swallows around the lump in his throat and closes his eyes. Counts to ten, trying to steady himself. "It's never meant much, not like this will."

He feels pressure on his brow, Felix pressing their foreheads together. Sylvain hears him take a depth breath, his fingers petting through Sylvain's hair tenderly. "I'm slow to action," says Felix in a hushed tone, "You know this. It took me months for me to even…"

Kiss him. Sylvain knows this, remembers how they pined after each other for what seemed like forever. Felix never did leave once winter was over, cementing himself into Sylvain's life even though they weren't them yet.

"I thought I wasn't natural, for wanting this," continues Felix, "But this is the most natural thing I've ever felt, the way that I ache for you. I just-"

Sylvain grabs him by the chin, forcing his face back. They watch each other for a soft and tender moment. Then, Felix crosses the distance and kisses him. It isn't a tender thing, it's fierce as he nips at Sylvain's mouth with his teeth. Sylvain opens up happily, his tongue seeking out Felix's, moaning against him.

There was never a doubt, not with the way that Felix responded so well earlier in his grasp and how he eagerly swallowed his cock. But, sometimes Sylvain wonders if he's going to drown in this, in the love that he has for this man who sits above him.

Felix pulls away and Sylvain whines, his mouth chasing after his. "Imbecile," says Felix, but his tone is affectionate. Truly the only way he knows how to compliment him. Sylvain smiles widely and kisses him again, and this time it's slower and more tender.

Until Felix becomes impatient.

He grabs one of Sylvain's hands and pulls it to his ass. Sylvain grins against his lips, a soft little smirk as his fingers dig into the fleshy muscle. "Perfect," murmurs Sylvain into his mouth, and Felix all but licks the word right up, moaning against him. "Seriously, the perfect ass-"

"Then get to it," says Felix.

Sylvain's brain short-circuits. His fingers pull at his asscheek gently. "Oh," he says softly, " Oh-"

"For fuck's sake, Sylvain."

"Right, right." Sylvain drops his hand and shifts around underneath Felix. "There's, um- lube. Back, scoot back a little."

Felix does so, chuckling as Sylvain twists around dumbly. There's a bottle stashed underneath the couch for easy access for the nights that Felix tucks in a little early and Sylvain's left dozing on the couch.

"Surely there's some in the bedroom-"

"Ha!" Sylvain shows off the bottle with a stupid grin.

Felix cocks his head to the side and then his eyes narrow. "Why on earth was that under the couch?"

Sylvain pauses and looks at him, sheepishly. "Do you really want to know?"

"Later," says Felix, leaning back over him. He runs a hand along the length of Sylvain's torso, pinching at a nipple. "There are things far more important right now." He gestures for the bottle of lube and then Sylvain's hand.

"What, think I can't handle it myself?"

Felix snorts at that, but grabs him by the wrist, turning his palm face-up, his fingers tracing along the lines of Sylvain's palm. Sylvain's other hand finds his hip and settles there, smoothing his thumb over it in reassurance.

"It's completely fine to reconsider," says Sylvain quietly. And he means it, wholeheartedly.

"That isn't it," replies Felix. Still, he hesitates and then continues with, "I'm sorry for not- Look, this kind of thing doesn't come naturally to me. The romance, the need. I'm still learning."

Sylvain's heart can't help but lurch a little at that. "Oh, darling," he says softly, "I'm probably learning more than you." Because what the fuck are relationships? Sylvain Jose Gautier certainly doesn't know.

And just like that, things are back to normal and Felix's mouth widens into an amused smirk. He uncorks the bottle and pours out a little too much onto Sylvain's hand. Then, he leans forward, resting his elbows by Sylvain's ear.

It's awkward like this, on the couch. It isn't very big, and Felix's knee is half-stuck into the cushions. He shows no interest in moving. "Like this, then?" asks Sylvain, teasing.

"Like this," confirms Felix, his breath warm against the shell of his ear. "Do your worst."

Oh, I will, thinks Sylvain as his hand slips back around Felix's waist. His fingers dip into the crack of Felix's ass, one of them just barely tapping against his hole. Felix's breath stutters and Sylvain watches him carefully, circling around his rim gently.

His finger slips in, just to the first knuckle. Felix tenses slightly, a well-known gesture that would leave hackles raised. Sylvain pulls his face down and presses a kiss to his forehead. "Relax," he says, "Relax for me."

"I'm- Sylvain, I'm not used to being mounted."

Sylvain bursts into laughter, unable to hold it back. Felix grumbles above him, red-faced and embarrassed, and Sylvain wants to kiss the tint away from his cheek. "No, no, don't give me that face. It's just… mounted- Felix, your choice of words."

Felix huffs, but it's amused, and Sylvain feels his ass lose a little of its tight grip.

"There you go," he coaxes, pressing his finger in further. Simple movements, in and out gently. He spreads around the lube with his other fingers. Smoothes circles across Felix's hip. Presses kisses against his face.

Sylvain adds more lube because it's better than not and a second finger slips in with patience. He spreads them, pulling gently at Felix's rim, loosening him and-

Felix makes a noise, a soft, breathy, sort-of choking sound.

Sylvain doesn't pause, but he slows his fingers, just in case. "Good?"

"Don't- don't slow them-" Felix isn't one to wear his feelings on his sleeve, so the way that he moans in response is enough to nearly make Sylvain come right there.

Sylvain redoubles his efforts, pressing his fingers in deeper, doing his best to seek out that one particular spot. Felix's ass is tight, his rim squeezing around them tightly. Sylvain can't even begin to comprehend what it might feel like to replace them with his dick instead.

Felix hangs over him, wiggling against his hips, responding so well, and fuck- Sylvain could do this for days.

Then he finds his prostate, his fingers ghosting across the bundle of nerves. Felix goes taut over him, his head thrown back, yelping in response. But it's the good kind of yelp, a throaty, whining sound, and Sylvain knows that it feels good because Felix fucks back against his hand, trying to experience it again.

"More," says Felix with a hiss, his fingers digging into Sylvain's shoulders, "Sylvain- Sylvain- fuck, more-"

"You're gonna kill me, talking like that," murmurs Sylvain as he pulls his fingers back. Felix whimpers, annoyed, trying to take them again. Sylvain slips one back in, then two, pulling at his rim, massaging it loose. Then a third finger slides through the slick lube, resting there. "Do you want another?" he asks. "Can you take it?"

"Do it," commands Felix, his face pink with strain, "I want it."

Sylvain thinks he might combust on the spot. He pauses and pulls his fingers out to add more lube, to which Felix grunts impatiently. But then Sylvain's right there again, two fingers in his ass and a third slowly pressing in.

Felix's head falls to Sylvain's neck, his shoulders shuddering. "Goddess," he whispers into Sylvain's skin, nipping at it to distract himself.

"So good for me," says Sylvain, pressing a kiss to the side of his head.

"It feels-" Felix keens again when Sylvain finds his prostate again, his fingers stroking over it with intent. Felix ruts against his palm, grinding back against it harder and harder.

"Feels good?" asks Sylvain cheekily.

Felix responds by nipping at the juncture of his neck and jaw. His tongue snakes out, licking across Sylvain's chin before Felix's face is right before his. His eyes are narrow-slit and his mouth a little slack, and he looks so utterly depraved. It goes straight to Sylvain's cock, which lays hard and aching against his thigh, momentarily forgotten.

All he can focus on is how good Felix looks, how he's coming apart on his fingers. The sounds that he's making and the way that he's looking at him.

Felix's face dips down and he kisses him, his tongue slipping into Sylvain's mouth, trying to mark its territory. Sylvain moans, he can't help it.

"Sylvain," says Felix when he pulls back, "I want-"

"You can come, darling," says Sylvain.

"No, no, no. I want-" His words dissolved into a pitiful noise as Sylvain's fingers dig back into his ass with intent. Felix's hands scramble against Sylvain's chest before snaking down and grabbing his cock. "This," he says, finally finding his words, " Please."

Felix doesn't beg, never, and it's going to be the absolute end of Sylvain. Felix holds his cock in a loose grip, fingers sliding across the length of him as he considers it.

Sylvain swallows thickly, pulling his fingers out gingerly. Felix hates the loss of them, making a soft, pitiful sound in the back of his throat.

"Okay," says Sylvain, "Yeah, okay. Um, bedroom?"

"No," says Felix, already moving and pawing at his cock. He pours lube onto it, Sylvain hissing at the cold slick. Felix pays him no mind, his hand jerking his dick to spread it around.

"Felix, slow down-"

Felix does, his hand pausing. When Felix looks back him, it's with an expression so utterly gone that Sylvain feels bad for him. "Fuck, I didn't mean… Felix, come here."

He does, letting go of Sylvain's cock entirely. Felix leans back over him, settling against his lap. He headbutts Sylvain's forehead, humming softly, and Sylvain smooths his hands down his sides to settle against Felix's hips.

"You really want to do it here, on the couch?" asks Sylvain with a small laugh.

"Too lazy to get up," murmurs Felix.

Sylvain presses a kiss to Felix's sweaty forehead and chuckles. How incredibly on brand. "Okay, okay," he says softly, before tugging at Felix's hips. "Just like this, then."

Felix leans back slightly and swallows. Looks at Sylvain like he's hung the moon in the sky. Then he says, "This is your fault, you know. Looking so handsome. Smelling so good. I hate feeling so desperate."

Sylvain gives him a dumb little smile before grabbing is cock. Pumps himself a couple of times before lining up the tip with Felix's hole. Felix's expression changes slightly, his mouth quirking into a tiny little smirk, his tongue snaking out to lick at his lips.

"What's that look for?" asks Sylvain.

"I'm looking forward to ruining you, is all." And then he presses down.

Sylvain is thoroughly prepared to be wrecked, anticipates it even. And despite their earlier prep, Felix is still unbearably tight, the rim of his hole practically squeezing the life out of him. Sylvain's fingers tighten around Felix's sharp hip bones as he sinks further and further into his wamrth.

" Oh," breathes Felix, his voice suddenly choked.

"Oh my goddess," hisses Sylvain, his eyes slipping closed as his head falls back against the arm of the couch.

"This- This isn't what I thought it'd be-" Felix moans as he bottoms out, his fingers scratching along Sylvain's chest.

Sylvain can't help it, the way that he bucks up slightly into him. Hot and tight, a little too intense- Sylvain's already losing himself to the way that Felix feels, how he's wrapped tightly around his dick.

"I'm… this is definitely not going to last long," says Sylvain, already trying to keep himself from tipping right over the edge.

"Doesn't need to last long. It's perfectly fine- oh, there, there-"

Sylvain didn't even do anything, he was just holding onto Felix while he shifted his legs slightly, but who's he to deny him? He holds the angle and grinds into Felix, who slumps over against him with a stuttering moan.

It's Felix who then moves, raising his hips before sinking down again. The sounds that leaves Sylvain's mouth are low and guttural, deep from the back of his throat. His fingers dig into bony hips as he tries to meet Felix's movements.

Overwhelming, but Sylvain loves it. The way that Felix's ass grips him. How he rides him, up and down, over and over. Felix's fingers dig into the meat of Sylvain's shoulders, and his legs shake with strain. Sylvain finds Felix's backside, his hands smoothing across it, squeezing at the muscle there. Then he thrusts into Felix properly, the first real movement he's made since Felix impaled himself on his cock.

"Fuck," cries Felix, " Sylvain-"

"Goddess, you feel amazing," says Sylvain, bucking up into Felix, meeting every dip that he takes. Felix leans forward again and noses along his neck, kitten-licking along the skin as he groans against him.

"Full," blurts Felix, "I've never- so full-"

"Perfect," says Sylvain, turning his head slightly to kiss at Felix's jaw. "Felix, so, so perfect, Oh my Goddess."

Felix whines when Sylvain fucks directly into his prostate. Keens as Sylvain grabs at his ass and spreads his cheeks wide. Sylvain's legs burn with the strain, but not as much as his gut burns with pleasure. He can feel it coiling up and spreading throughout.

He's already so close, already chasing his inevitable end.

Sylvain takes a hand and snakes it between them. His fingers curl around Felix's cock, tugging at it in time with his thrusts. Felix hisses, a snarl-like thing that's more catlike than human, and he ruts into Sylvain's palm, trying to find his own pleasure.

"Come on, darling," Sylvain murmurs against his ear, alongside other filthy, filthy words that Felix will definitely hate later. But here, right now, they only make him tighten up and squeeze at Sylvain's cock. Holding him in a vice grip. Felix nips at Sylvain's ear and digs his nails into the back of his neck as he rides Sylvain to eternity and back again.

Sylvain's hand slips into his asscrack, pressing against his rim. Feels where Felix is stretched around him and how well he takes his cock. "You can do it," he says, whispering his praise against Felix's hair.

"For fuck's sake, shut up," snaps Felix, but his voice cracks and dissolves into a moan.

Sylvain's hand slides along Felix's length deftly, palming around the crown. Spreading the precome around as his thumb dips into the slit.

Felix suddenly leans back and slams back against Sylvain's hips, taking him as deep as he can. His face is ruddy with pleasure, entirely debauched. His fingers scrape down Sylvain's front, petting through his chest hair before digging into his abs. Felix's nails leave raised, pinked marks in their wake.

He looks absolutely feral above Sylvain, working himself with new fervor. Meeting every thrust of Sylvain's cock, his ass slapping against his thighs. Watches Sylvain with a hungry gaze, like he's about ready to devour him whole.

Looking forward to ruining you, said Felix earlier, so casually. Sylvain would let him, he'd let Felix do whatever he wants as long as it means he gets to see him like this time and time again.

Sylvain's grip on Felix's cock is tight. His other holds him by the hip hard enough to bruise. And Felix takes it all with a curling, Cheshire grin on his lips. Sylvain shifts his feet, settles them against the couch cushion, and suddenly, that damnable smile is gone.

Felix looks lost instead, golden eyes hazy with lust as he bites at his lip. Sylvain knows this is the spot, the perfect place to fuck into and render Felix entirely done.

It only takes several more thrusts for Felix to go taut over him. He tips forward as he comes, crying out, his teeth sinking into Sylvain's shoulder hard. Sylvain hisses at the bite but chases his orgasm too, coming far too quickly, filling Felix right up.

Sylvain groans, long and pitifully, his head falling back against couch. Felix is still seated fully on his flagging cock, drenched in sweat, his chest heaving.

"Too much," murmurs Felix, "Too sensitive." He distracts himself by licking at Sylvain's shoulder, soothing the horrendous-looking bite mark he's left behind.

"I feel like my soul left my body," says Sylvain, dropping an arm over his face. He listens to the quiet of the room, and how Felix fills it with the soft little sounds he makes.

"Well, I didn't want to ruin you that much."

Sylvain chokes out a tired, raspy laugh. "Don't worry," he says, "I'm still here. You'll get to suffer me for a while yet."

"I'd rather suffer you than suffer loneliness." Felix says it quietly.

Sylvain turns his head to look at him. "I didn't mean it like that."

Felix watches back through cat-like eyes. "I know," he says simply.

The moment is comfortable. Felix traces patterns across Sylvain's skin, scratching through his chest hair. Follows the soft ridges of the scratch marks he left behind. Then, a hand finds his shoulder, ghosting over the nasty bruise left in the wake of his mouth.

"I'm sorry about this," he says quietly.

"I'm only sorry that no one will see it." Felix's face turns bright red and he sits back, pulling off of Sylvain without a word. Sylvain's cock falls against his thigh with a wet smack. "Wait, wait-"

"I'll be right back," says Felix, mildly irate. But he's true to his word, coming back quickly with a damp towel. He wipes himself down, and then Sylvain, his hands soft in their attention.

It's rare, for him to be the one who coddles. Sylvain's always the one who does the sappy, mundane shit like this but-

Well, fuck, he likes it. Felix being domestic in the aftermath of their animalistic fucking.

Sylvain reaches out and grabs him by the wrist. Tugs the towel from Felix's hand and drops it to the floor. Then, he pulls Felix onto the couch, configuring themselves into an awkward set of spoons. The couch isn't really big enough for it, but Sylvain's too tired to care.

"Goddess, I love you," murmurs Sylvain into his hair, his eyes already sluggish as they slip closed.

"Love," murmurs Felix, his voice soft with wonder. "Yes, that," he says quietly.

Felix's hip is boney under his arm, but Sylvain holds him close, drowning himself in his scent. Fucked out, sweaty, and just so perfectly Felix. Felix probably hates it, itching to give himself a bath.

But, Felix doesn't leave him. Instead, relaxes against Sylvain, the tension just seeping away.