[ Byleth's touch was driving him mad. He could swear that. The way his fingers grasped and touched, the feeling of their bodies pressed close. He fluttered his eye shut and turned to press a kiss against Byleth's mouth as his hips jerked up into his touch. He was already close - and getting closer. ]
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Y-yes, please - more-! Byleth-!
[ Soon. Soon. ]