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(fic) fire emblem: three houses (felix/sylvain)
Sometimes you just want to write 860 words of messy degradation porn. Based off this tweet.
"Fe… F-Felix." Sylvain is panting, covered in sweat and trembling as he kneels there, arms tied behind his back. He's sensitive, hyperaware of the ropes tied across his body, tight enough that he can't pull free of them, tight enough that he can feel the way they cut into his skin.
He's painfully hard. He has been since Felix tied him up, blindfolded him and then proceeded to suck him off until he was close to coming, then left him kneeling there with nothing more than a hissed command into his ear to stay.
Sylvain knows that Felix is watching. He has to be. Felix isn't the kind of person to go to this kind of effort most of the time and he's definitely not the kind of person to go to this effort and not benefit from it. Only, Sylvain doesn't know what he can possibly do to entice Felix to touch him again.
Except then there's a hand in his hand, roughly yanking it back. Sylvain is helpless to hold back his moan, his cock twitching. He goes pliant in Felix's grip, blinking against the light as his blindfold gets pulled off. Felix is frowning down at him, which isn't so unusual, but the scrape of metal against the floor is. Sylvain looks down, finding that Felix has nudged a bowl towards Sylvain's knees.
"What—?" Sylvain begins, but his words escape him when Felix's hand wraps around his cock.
"You're going to fill this bowl," Felix tells him, chin resting on Sylvain's shoulder, chest pressed to his back. "And then you're going to lick it clean. Understood?"
Sylvain's breath comes stuttering out of him, his eyes rolling back. Felix still has one hand in his hair and tugs hard.
"Understood?"
"Yes," Sylvain says emphatically, tipping his head back as Felix strokes him harder. "Yes. Anything you want. Yes."
He thinks he might see Felix's lips curl into a smile as he blinks. It might just be imagined.
"You're so easy, huh?" Felix muses, as Sylvain trembles harder. "Always boasting about your prowess in bed but you come apart so easily in my hands."
"Just for you," Sylvain pants, his hips jerking into Felix's touch. "Always for you. Only for you."
Felix nips Sylvain's ear hard. "You say that to everyone, you filthy whore."
Sylvain moans louder. He can't stop the little noises spilling out of him now, too overwhelmed with pleasure, too desperate to come. He thrusts into Felix's fist, wishing he had some kind of leverage so he could fuck it the way he really wants. Instead, he's a sloppy, desperate mess and it occurs to him that Felix wants him just like this.
"Faster," Sylvain begs, as Felix pumps him with firm, fast strokes. "Fuck, baby, I'm gonna come so good. Gonna fill that bowl right up just like you want."
"Do it." Felix sounds breathless, his hand moving faster until Sylvain's vision goes white and all he can register is the faraway sound of his own moaning.
When he comes to, he's leaning over the bowl, head bowed as Felix holds him upright.
"Look," Felix tells him, sounding both proud and disgusted in the way that only he can. "You actually did it."
He's referring to the bowl, filled with Sylvain's own seed. He only gives Sylvain the briefest of moments to take in the view before pushing his head down and holding it there. Sylvain doesn't even wait to be told what to do, lapping it up like a kitten drinking milk. Felix groans frustratedly, the way he so often does when he's annoyed about finding Sylvain hot.
"Gimme," Sylvain says, settling his hands on either side of the bowl and spreading his knees further apart, offering himself up to Felix.
With a low curse, Felix pulls out a vial and coats his fingers, sliding two into Sylvain. He's still stretched open from when he was fingering himself for another student's benefit just earlier, when Felix walked in on him. Felix is merciless. Sylvain doesn't want him any other way.
He pitches forward when Felix thrusts into him, face pressed into the bowl. He gasps, swallowing some of his own come and coughing. Felix doesn't stop, fucking into him hard until it's all Sylvain can do to hold himself up, come smeared all over his face as he pants for breath.
Felix pulls out before he comes, letting his release drip hot down Sylvain's thighs. Sylvain moans appreciatively, reaching back to smear his fingers through it and finger himself, twitching at how sensitive his hole feels.
"Look at you," Felix pants, pushing his sweat-slick hair back out of his face. His nose scrunches up as he takes Sylvain in, but the heat in his eyes makes it clear that he enjoys the sight. "You're a fucking mess."
"Your mess," Sylvain replies with a wink. "Yours and anyone else who wants a piece of this."
"I don't know why anyone would," Felix mutters, and he means I don't know why I do.
Sylvain isn't here for the reasons. All he knows is that Felix keeps coming back. That's enough to satisfy him.
"Fe… F-Felix." Sylvain is panting, covered in sweat and trembling as he kneels there, arms tied behind his back. He's sensitive, hyperaware of the ropes tied across his body, tight enough that he can't pull free of them, tight enough that he can feel the way they cut into his skin.
He's painfully hard. He has been since Felix tied him up, blindfolded him and then proceeded to suck him off until he was close to coming, then left him kneeling there with nothing more than a hissed command into his ear to stay.
Sylvain knows that Felix is watching. He has to be. Felix isn't the kind of person to go to this kind of effort most of the time and he's definitely not the kind of person to go to this effort and not benefit from it. Only, Sylvain doesn't know what he can possibly do to entice Felix to touch him again.
Except then there's a hand in his hand, roughly yanking it back. Sylvain is helpless to hold back his moan, his cock twitching. He goes pliant in Felix's grip, blinking against the light as his blindfold gets pulled off. Felix is frowning down at him, which isn't so unusual, but the scrape of metal against the floor is. Sylvain looks down, finding that Felix has nudged a bowl towards Sylvain's knees.
"What—?" Sylvain begins, but his words escape him when Felix's hand wraps around his cock.
"You're going to fill this bowl," Felix tells him, chin resting on Sylvain's shoulder, chest pressed to his back. "And then you're going to lick it clean. Understood?"
Sylvain's breath comes stuttering out of him, his eyes rolling back. Felix still has one hand in his hair and tugs hard.
"Understood?"
"Yes," Sylvain says emphatically, tipping his head back as Felix strokes him harder. "Yes. Anything you want. Yes."
He thinks he might see Felix's lips curl into a smile as he blinks. It might just be imagined.
"You're so easy, huh?" Felix muses, as Sylvain trembles harder. "Always boasting about your prowess in bed but you come apart so easily in my hands."
"Just for you," Sylvain pants, his hips jerking into Felix's touch. "Always for you. Only for you."
Felix nips Sylvain's ear hard. "You say that to everyone, you filthy whore."
Sylvain moans louder. He can't stop the little noises spilling out of him now, too overwhelmed with pleasure, too desperate to come. He thrusts into Felix's fist, wishing he had some kind of leverage so he could fuck it the way he really wants. Instead, he's a sloppy, desperate mess and it occurs to him that Felix wants him just like this.
"Faster," Sylvain begs, as Felix pumps him with firm, fast strokes. "Fuck, baby, I'm gonna come so good. Gonna fill that bowl right up just like you want."
"Do it." Felix sounds breathless, his hand moving faster until Sylvain's vision goes white and all he can register is the faraway sound of his own moaning.
When he comes to, he's leaning over the bowl, head bowed as Felix holds him upright.
"Look," Felix tells him, sounding both proud and disgusted in the way that only he can. "You actually did it."
He's referring to the bowl, filled with Sylvain's own seed. He only gives Sylvain the briefest of moments to take in the view before pushing his head down and holding it there. Sylvain doesn't even wait to be told what to do, lapping it up like a kitten drinking milk. Felix groans frustratedly, the way he so often does when he's annoyed about finding Sylvain hot.
"Gimme," Sylvain says, settling his hands on either side of the bowl and spreading his knees further apart, offering himself up to Felix.
With a low curse, Felix pulls out a vial and coats his fingers, sliding two into Sylvain. He's still stretched open from when he was fingering himself for another student's benefit just earlier, when Felix walked in on him. Felix is merciless. Sylvain doesn't want him any other way.
He pitches forward when Felix thrusts into him, face pressed into the bowl. He gasps, swallowing some of his own come and coughing. Felix doesn't stop, fucking into him hard until it's all Sylvain can do to hold himself up, come smeared all over his face as he pants for breath.
Felix pulls out before he comes, letting his release drip hot down Sylvain's thighs. Sylvain moans appreciatively, reaching back to smear his fingers through it and finger himself, twitching at how sensitive his hole feels.
"Look at you," Felix pants, pushing his sweat-slick hair back out of his face. His nose scrunches up as he takes Sylvain in, but the heat in his eyes makes it clear that he enjoys the sight. "You're a fucking mess."
"Your mess," Sylvain replies with a wink. "Yours and anyone else who wants a piece of this."
"I don't know why anyone would," Felix mutters, and he means I don't know why I do.
Sylvain isn't here for the reasons. All he knows is that Felix keeps coming back. That's enough to satisfy him.