[If Felix's face weren't flushed already, it would have gotten there just now. He never knows what to say or how to feel when someone...praises him like this. After all, he's not even doing anything here, Byleth's the one making himself feel good. Is he supposed to take credit for just...having a dick?
No, he decides; if the professor is going to praise him, then it ought to be for something he actually does.
So he's glad when Byleth moves his hands, and he does more than simply let them rest there - he tightens his grip for leverage and starts to thrust up into the other man in rhythm with the rolling of his hips.]
You...you didn't prepare--
[He cuts himself off with a soft gasp as pleasure rolls up his spine, all the while watching Byleth's reactions and adjusting the angle of his thrusts until he finds just the right one. Every encounter like this is an opportunity to improve for the next one. Why bother doing anything if you're not going to get good at it?]
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No, he decides; if the professor is going to praise him, then it ought to be for something he actually does.
So he's glad when Byleth moves his hands, and he does more than simply let them rest there - he tightens his grip for leverage and starts to thrust up into the other man in rhythm with the rolling of his hips.]
You...you didn't prepare--
[He cuts himself off with a soft gasp as pleasure rolls up his spine, all the while watching Byleth's reactions and adjusting the angle of his thrusts until he finds just the right one. Every encounter like this is an opportunity to improve for the next one. Why bother doing anything if you're not going to get good at it?]