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Sylvain stirs in his sleep, his body feels sore, but the good kind of sore. He tries to sleep for just a few more minutes, throwing his arm over the other side of the bed. He hears this buzzing sound and he opens his bleary eyes, he turns towards the direction of the sound and recognizes that his phone is ringing. He throws his hand out to pick up the phone and subconsciously puts it up to his ear, “hello?”

A very distinctive voice says, “ah! So you are awake. Well, I’m glad to hear that you’re doing well, Sylvain. I’m sure you can figure out why I’m calling, correct?”

Sylvain bolts up in bed as he eyes widen, ‘shit! Glenn!!’ The redhead looks around the room and he sees that the bathroom door is open and the light is on.

Glenn questions, “I see. Things haven’t changed, have they? Well, I’m only going to say this once, Sylvain, so pay attention.”

Sylvain rubs his eyes as he says carefully, “Felix told you.”

Glenn says mysteriously, “affirmative. Now, in my eyes, you have been together for a long, long time. If you ever hurt him, there will be consequences. I hope you understand. Felix is the only baby brother I have and I would hate to see him unhappy for any reason at all. Do I make myself clear?”

Sylvain nods vigorously before he says, “yes. Yes I hear you Glenn. I...I know I haven’t been keeping my promise to you, but from now on, I will be keeping it.”

There is silence on the phone, and it sends a chill down the redhead’s spine. Glenn finally says, “I will hold you to your word.” There is a finality to his tone and Sylvain sighs softly.

Glenn chuckles lightly, “now with this settled, I have told Felix that I would like to see the both of you after New Year’s. I’m sure you can find time to meet up with me. I would like to see you both before my father finds out about your arrangement. Oh, and one more thing...”

Sylvain holds his breath on the line. Glenn continues, “I will be officiating your ‘official’ marriage when the time comes. I hope that will be acceptable.”

Sylvain nods, “yes, I am fine with that.” He thinks to himself, ‘like any of us really have a choice.’

Glenn smirks on the other end of the line, “glad to hear it. Well then, you better get yourself in the shower if you want some ‘time’ with him. Talk to you soon. Bye.”

Sylvain feels his cheeks burn as he hears the click of the phone. He pulls the phone away from his ear and he throws the blankets off himself and trots into the bathroom.

The redhead opens the shower door, closes it and wraps his arms around Felix’s waist, squeezing him firmly.

Felix opens his eyes as he rinses his hair of the shampoo, “is something wrong?”

Sylvain sighs, taking in the scent of citrus verbena, “your brother is scary, Fe. He knew you were in the shower.”

Felix huffs a laugh, “I see...I take it, he called you?”

Sylvain nods earnestly as he feels the warmth from the showerhead, water getting all over his arms and part of his body.

Felix chuckles as he turns around to face the redhead. He cups his face with the palms of his hands, gently pulling him in for a sweet kiss. Sylvain flushes with how delicate Felix is being with him this morning.

Felix smiles as he says, “let’s get clean. It’s quite late already.”

Sylvain grins, “ok...can I wash your hair?”

Felix smirks, “if I get to wash your body, sure.”

The two lovebirds laugh at their own antics as Felix maneuvers around Sylvain to prepare some body wash on a washcloth.

As both the redhead and the navy-haired man make their way downstairs and into the kitchen, it is strangely quiet. Both Felix and Sylvain look around wondering where everyone went. Felix is first to find a note with Dimitri’s handwriting. Felix calls over Sylvain and they read the note together.

Felix and Sylvain~

Forgive us, we will not be here when you come down, we are checking out the Christmas Shoppe and we will be going grocery shopping once again. If you want to join us, you may, please keep us posted. Mercedes and Dedue have left you some fried rice with sausage in the refrigerator. Help yourself unless you find yourselves in the mood for cooking your own breakfast. We should be back in the afternoon, probably around 3pm. We hope you both slept well. Don’t forget that we have to figure out our Secret Santas for next year.

~Dimitri (and the gang as well ^_^)

Sylvain sees a scribbled note at the bottom of the page as he points it out to Felix.

~look up~

Sylvain and Felix look up to find that the mistletoe has been placed in the kitchen.

Felix huffs in annoyance, “who told?”

Sylvain looks up then back down at the handwriting, “I think that’s Mercie’s handwriting.”

Felix sighs as he turns to Sylvain, wrapping his arms around his waist, “I won’t complain. Any reason to kiss you is enough for me.”

Sylvain flushes as their lips crash together, this time he makes sure to grope Felix’s butt, gently massaging it.

Felix laughs into the kiss before pulling back, “are you serious?”

Sylvain smirks, “what?”

Felix rolls his eyes, “are you asking for an ass massage?”

Sylvain quirks an eyebrow before laughing, “oh! Yeah...you still owe me one, but I'm more than happy to provide you with my service. Anything to relieve you of any unnecessary tension.”

Felix huffs a laugh, “shut up and kiss me Syl.”

Sylvain press his fingers into the jeans of Felix’s ass, “with pleasure, Fe.” The two make out in the kitchen, the only sounds that are heard are soft moans.

Felix is on the phone with Dimitri, talking about the current snowstorm that just hit Fhirdiad. Sylvain looks out the window of their apartment, he can hear the high winds howling outside and there is heavy snowfall.

Mercedes and Dedue planned a feast for their dinner tonight, but since Felix and Sylvain are the only two people unable to make it due to everyone else staying in Dimitri’s home, they decided to hold off for now. Dorothea and Claude are also there, helping out their friends with the meal planning and prepping. Felix apologizes for not leaving their apartment sooner, but then they would have been stuck at Dimitri’s house.

Felix gets off the phone with Dimitri, deciding to postpone their feast for another day, if the weather allows. Felix watches Sylvain looking out the window. He walks over to the redhead and intertwines their fingers, “are you ok?”

Sylvain turns his head to the side, smiling down at his fiancé, “yeah. I was just lost in my own thoughts for a moment. How are things with Dima?”

Felix rests his head on Sylvain’s shoulder as he squeezes his hand, “everyone is ok. Ashe and Claude are working on getting the generators set up just in case the power goes out. Dimitri is worried about us for some reason.”

Sylvain chuckles, “Dima is such a worrywart sometimes. As long as we keep in contact, I think he’ll be...” Suddenly their power goes out. They both sigh at the same time.

Felix pulls out his phone from his back pocket, using the flashlight on his phone, “I’m going to look for our lanterns and flashlights. Can you get a fire started, Syl?”

Sylvain squeezes his hand, “yes, I can do that.”

Felix looks up and Sylvain kisses his cheek gently before Felix goes searching for light. Sylvain pulls out his phone, using it as a flashlight. He pulls out a log and places it in the fireplace. He looks around for a lighter and sets the log on fire. After kindling the fire, Sylvain looks for a blanket to use on their couch. He sits down waiting for Felix recalling the events of the year.

When he went back to GMU after the Christmas break, he made sure to keep his promise to Felix. He got many slaps in the face by various women. After Claude’s talk with Dimitri, somehow the little rascal got all of his friends’ phone numbers. Soon after, Claude became Felix’s confidant, keeping tabs on Sylvain’s every move. Of course he would do anything for Felix, so he put up with the teasing. Annette, Mercedes, and Ashe took a shine to him instantly. Ingrid found him annoying, but acceptable. Dimitri and Claude became friends over the course of the year and even though Claude asked Dimitri out, they are just seeing how things play out between them.

In fact, the first time Dimitri and Claude met in person was when Sylvain was moving out of GMU after graduation, of course Felix came as well. Claude made sure to record the whole ceremony for their friends, away from Sylvain’s father of course. His dad was the only one to attend, to make sure that he actually graduated, probably. They had one awkward dinner before he left on a business trip to Morfis. If Felix wasn’t there to help him unpack the emotional crap after his father left, he probably would have gone back to bad coping skills. Claude noticed his bad mood and asked Dimitri if he can bunk with him to allow Felix to stay in the dorm to help Sylvain pack. Even though Sylvain gets annoyed with Claude, he is a good friend, and he doesn’t regret going to GMU, if anything, things have been going well.

Sylvain currently is working at an internship working under a curator at the museum in Fhirdiad. Felix found a job with his brother, working as a kendo instructor at his brother’s training facility. He leans back on the couch as he hears Felix put down a lantern on the side table.

The redhead watches Felix with a smile on his face, the low lighting making the cozy fire feel romantic. Sylvain smirks up at Felix, “well, we can have a romantic night in, cuddling up by the fireplace, under a blanket, and admiring our first Christmas tree together.”

Felix notices the dark blue blanket on the couch and unravels it before curling up next to Sylvain, “the tree won’t light up...it’s hard to admire it when we care barely see it.”

Sylvain lightly groans, “oh, yeah...well we can pretend its all lit up like it was before the power went out.”

Felix huffs softly, “yeah, sure.” He places his hand on Sylvain’s sweater, rubbing his abs, “I’d rather be admiring something else entirely.” Felix’s hand travels up Sylvain’s chest.

The redhead knows a sign when he feels one. He chuckles with a hint of lust, “is that right? Tell me, what are you admiring right now?”

Felix grins as he pulls Sylvain in for a kiss. Their hands slip under sweaters, desiring some skin on skin contact. The redhead deepens the kiss as he leans into Felix, wrapping his arm around his waist, his fingertips grazing over the small of Felix’s back.

Felix twirls his tongue over Sylvain’s, wanting more of his fiancé, a moan escapes the redhead’s parted lips as he pulls back a bit, needing air. He nuzzles against Felix’s cheek as he whispers, “have I ever told you how much I love you, Fe?”

Felix’s heart flutters as he places gentle kisses on Sylvain’s lips, cheeks and nose, “are you really fishing for compliments, Syl?”

Sylvain lightly laughs as he bumps his forehead with Felix’s, “maybe.”

Felix pulls back just enough to stare into Sylvain’s coffee eyes, “all the time, Syl. And...I love you too.”

The redhead smiles genuinely, “hey, can I give you your gift early?”

Felix raises an eyebrow, “why?”

Sylvain looks away hesitant, “I just want to see your reaction.”

Felix furrows his eyebrows, “wait, are you my Secret Santa this year?”

Sylvain laughs, “hey, I thought we were committed to secrecy once we accept our giftee.”

Felix shakes his head, “no. We do our Secret Santas with everyone. No cheating.”

Sylvain sighs in defeat, “fine. I guess I’ll have to wait then.” The redhead leans down and passionately kisses his fiancé as he gently pushes him down on the couch and crawls on top of him. Felix’s hands reach up over his shoulders and with his fingers, he bunches up the sweater he’s wearing until he brushes his fingers over Sylvain’s skin, moaning into his mouth at the contact.

The redhead smiles as he breaks the kiss in order to pull off his sweater and undershirt for Felix’s pleasure. Sylvain wraps his hand behind Felix’s neck as he bends down smashing their lips together, their teeth clank as they open their mouths, tongues darting out to elicit breathy groans of pleasure. Sylvain has grown to love all aspects of Felix, but he can never get enough of Felix’s insatiable appetite for physical contact. No matter how tired he is at the end of the day, he can always scrounge up the energy to give his partner some good lovin’.

Felix’s hands explore the divots and planes of Sylvain’s muscles until his hands find purchase on Sylvain’s hips. The navy-haired man thrusts his hips upwards, wanting more contact than he is currently receiving. The redhead grinds downwards, giving his fiancé exactly what he wants.

Felix moans in his mouth. Sylvain breaks the kiss as he unbuttons the navy-haired man’s dress shirt, peeling the shirt off his chest. Sylvain is quick to twist his tongue over Felix’s nipple and he sucks on it with a soft groan.

Felix’s back arches at the contact, his hands finds their way into flaming red locks, “Syl...”

Felix’s curves and muscles are highlighted by the glow of the fireplace, leaving Sylvain in awe. The redhead kisses his way down Felix’s chest, abs, and bellybutton, until he reaches Felix’s jeans. He pulls the fabric with his teeth, popping the button open, the redhead continues to pull the zipper up with his tongue and clamping his teeth down on the zip tab, undoing the zipper.

Felix’s fingers twitch as he massages Sylvain’s scalp, glancing down to see a sea of fluffy red hair. The navy-haired man’s breath hitches as he feels his fly being undone, and Sylvain’s cheek sweeping against his cock through his boxers. He whimpers, “oh, Syl...damn you and your mouth.” Felix feels like his whole body blooms in a damn blush, all because of Sylvain’s mouth.

Sylvain chuckles lightly as he looks up to find Felix craning his neck to stare at him. The redhead smirks devilishly, “you love my mouth, Fe. How about...this...” Sylvain looks down at the bulge hiding beneath Felix’s red and green striped boxers and runs his tongue, teeth and mouth over the fabric.

Felix releases Sylvain’s head to stabilize himself on the cushion of the couch, pressing is fingertips into it, his head flops back on the bottom seat, his body reacting to such simple ministrations as Sylvain’s mouth on his covered cock. Felix moans as he murmurs through his soft moans, “Syl...don’t...torture...me...like this.”

Sylvain groans, exhaling hot air over Felix’s hardening cock. He gaze shifts up and he can see Felix’s rock hard muscles constricting and relaxing as the navy-haired man arches his back up, stimulated. The redhead crawls back up and kisses Felix’s pulse, laving his tongue over delicate skin and nibbling on the lobe of his ear, he hums softly, “I swear...you will be the death of me, Fe. “

Felix mewls taking in the sensation of Sylvain’s hot breath against his flesh, he wraps his arms around Sylvain’s neck, one hand grazing his fingers through his scalp and the other dragging his fingertips down the redhead’s spine.

Sylvain moans in Felix’s ear, “heh, you really can’t get enough of me, Fe. Don’t stop...you’re turning me on.”

Felix smiles as he wraps a leg around Sylvain’s waist, he curls his fingers in Sylvain’s hair with a firm grasp as he turns his head to mutter close to Sylvain’s ear, “and you can’t keep your mouth off me, Syl. I must taste just right for your palate.”

The redhead gasps a moan as he nuzzles his nose while peppering kisses to Felix’s cheek and neck. The tone Felix gets when he’s being sassy and sexy just does things inside his chest, the redhead feels all warm and tingly, his heart pumps loudly in his ears as he mumbles, “ooohhh, someone has taught you to be a naughty little kitty, I love it.”

Felix chuckles lightly as he pulls Sylvain’s hair just enough so he can see his fiancé’s face. His cinnamon gazes up at the redhead amorously, “I’ve learned from the best.” His eye catches the silver chain around Sylvain’s neck and with his other hand he brushes his fingers over the cool chain and hooks his finger through the ring dangling from his neck. Felix smiles softly as he rubs his forefinger and thumb on the ring, a symbol of their bond.

Sylvain watches Felix with awe as he continues to admire the chain around his neck. The redhead’s eyes shift over to the ring just lying on Felix’s neck and he does the same, lifting a hand to hook a finger through the ring, admiring the silver and red combination. Funny, he had intended to give Felix the one he is wearing because it reminded him of Felix, but every time he looked in the mirror and saw the ring around his own neck, he felt like a piece of Felix was always with him. And now seeing the silver, black, and red ring on Felix’s neck makes him wonder if Felix feels the same way. Sylvain smiles down at Felix, “hey, remember how Glenn made me get down on bended knee and formally propose to you in front of your father at Lover’s Lake, back in January?”

Felix’s eyes shift over to Sylvain’s coffee ones, a light glare, “yes, I do. Why are you bringing this up?”

Sylvain chuckles hesitantly as he continues rubbing the ring around Felix’s neck, “uh, well...I was wondering what ever happened to the ring Glenn gave me that day. It was your mother’s right?”

Felix flushes lightly, knowing exactly what he is referring to. They met with Glenn three days after New Years and then met with his father the day after. Glenn had been insistent that it happened at their special place and as they were taking in the scenery, Sylvain suddenly got down on one knee and pulled out his mother’s ring from his pocket. Felix knew precisely who gave the redhead the ring, and he was quick to give his brother his classic glare, but there was no way he could maintain it, not when Sylvain looked so worried about it. Instead of answering the question, he kneeled down beside him and kissed him. Of course he had to confirm that his kiss was a yes, and his father was actually happy for him.

Felix releases the ring he was fiddling with and lets it dangle as he cups his palm on Sylvain’s face. He smirks, “I’ve had an answer for this question for a long time, Syl. Funny you haven’t asked sooner.” He strokes his thumb over Sylvain’s cheek, “my mother’s ring has been sized to fit you and I will take so much pleasure placing that ring on your finger. You can thank Glenn for that.”

Sylvain flushes as he takes note of Felix’s smirk and the words that follow makes him combust as red as his hair. He drops the ring as he places his hand over Felix’s on his cheek, “oh...” The redhead still can’t believe this is real and he places a sweet kiss on the palm of Felix’s hand, “are you sure? Giving me something like that?”

Felix chortles lightly as he grabs Sylvain’s hand and kisses the inside of his wrist, “absolutely positive. You’ve had my heart for a really long time, Syl. Now...keep that mouth on me.”

Sylvain huffs a laugh as he kisses him sweetly, “so damn demanding, Fe.” He kisses him again a little more intensely, “I’m yours, Fe, all yours.” The redhead darts his tongue out and runs it over Felix’s bottom lip before thrusting it in Felix’s wet and inviting cavern. Their tongues dance for dominance as Felix’s moves his hands, wrapping his arms over Sylvain’s shoulders, grazing his fingernails over the redhead’s flesh. Sylvain moves his hand up Felix’s torso, his thumb brushing against Felix’s nipple and he gently twists his forefinger and thumb against it. Felix squirms deliciously, his mouth becoming more pliant as Sylvain twirls his tongue over Felix’s.

Felix puts his arm on the seat cushion of the couch and pushes himself up as he continues making out with the redhead, intent on switching their positions. Sylvain follows Felix’s lead until he is lying on the couch, his head resting on the arm of the couch. Felix breaks the kiss, planting a trail of butterfly kisses down Sylvain’s cheek, jaw, neck, and chest. Sylvain watches Felix with a lusty gaze, his breathing becoming heavier with all the heat between them.

Felix caresses his fingers over Sylvain’s chest, grazing the redhead’s nipples gently. He smiles, “you’re pants are coming off...now.” Felix presses his hands into his flesh until his fingers curl around the fabric of his jeans, snapping the button off and unzipping his fly quickly. Felix yanks the brim of his jeans and Sylvain gives him some aid by lifting his ass off the couch as Felix continues to pull. Sylvain’s wearing skinny jeans, and as Felix pulls them off, they turn inside out. Felix huffs in annoyance, “those pants make your ass look good when they are on, but they are so annoying to take off.”

Sylvain laughs, “Hahaha! Well, I do have to make you work for it, right?”

Felix smirks, “or you can just prance around the apartment butt naked.”

Sylvain quirks an eyebrow, “but what if the doorbell rings and you’re not here...am I suppose to answer the door in my birthday suit?”

Felix plays with the rim of Sylvain’s boxers with a light glare, he leans over the redhead and whispers in his ear with a hint of venom, “do you really want to find out, Syl?” The hand that was playing with the rim of Sylvain’s blue boxers moves down, groping the hardening cock within it.

Sylvain inhales sharply, placing a hand on Felix’s bicep, “ah...Fe! Oh...that feels so good!” The redhead thrusts his hips forward wanting his fiancé to continue his ministrations.

Felix grins, “answer the question, Syl? Do you?”

Sylvain chases Felix’s hand, moving his own hand down Felix’s arm until he grips Felix’s wrist, holding it place as he thrust his hips up, “Fe...I...I don't know...what we are...I just want you.”

Felix chuckles as he places a wet kiss on his neck, “hmm, how about you just prance around naked when I’m home with you.”

Sylvain nods, “ah, ok, Fe. I can do that.” Felix smashes his lips with Sylvain as the redhead intertwines his fingers in Felix’s silky hair still tied up in a loose ponytail. As Sylvain gets really invested in their make-out, Felix breaks the kiss and gets up off the couch.

The redhead whines as he is left abandoned, he opens his eyes to find Felix pulling his pants off and then pulling his red and green-stripped boxers. Felix straightens his back as he smiles at Sylvain, pulling his hair tie and freeing his long midnight locks, shaking his head back and forth.

Sylvain’s breath hitches at the sight, Felix, half hard, naked with his hair dangling over his shoulders, ‘ah...amazing...’ His coffee eyes just drinks in the image of Felix’s beautiful form highlighted by the light of the fire, a sight he can never get tired of. His heart races as he realizes that his hardening cock is still confined in his stupid blue boxers.

Felix notices Sylvain lifting his bum off the couch his hands pulling his boxers off. He smiles to himself as Sylvain throws his boxers behind the back of the couch. Felix takes a few steps and bends down to open a drawer on the nearby coffee table and pulling out a new bottle of lube.

Sylvain watches Felix and he flushes lightly as he remembers their discussion a few months ago about their favorite kinds of lube. Seems that Felix isn’t at all embarrassed going to the local convenience store and picking some up. Usually Sylvain was the one making those kinds of purchases.

Felix pops open the lid as he returns to the couch and leans on his knee next to Sylvain, smirking down at him, “I got that warming lube you love.” Felix pours lube onto his fingers, slowly warming it up between them and glides it against his entire length, slowly stroking himself while never breaking eye contact with Sylvain. He then reaches down and strokes Sylvain’s length slowly, squeezing him gently.

He warms another handful of lube and guides his hands to the cleft of Sylvain’s thick ass and presses a finger into him, relishing in how Sylvain’s breath hitches. “I will take care of you today, Syl,” Felix smiles as he starts to work him open, adding in one finger at a time, scissoring his entrance.

Sylvain gasps and moans, trying to push Felix’s fingers into him further, loving the way they drag against the rim of his entrance with the tingly warm lube eliciting sparks of pleasure. With his free hand, Felix glides the warm lube up and around Sylvain’s length and pumps him in time with his fingers thrusting into him. Felix smirks playfully, “I love seeing you like this Syl, you open up so nicely for me and the expressions you make are gorgeous,” as he twists his fingers grazing across his prostate and tugging on his rim at the same time.

Sylvain’s back arches as he presses the back of his head against the couch cushion to ground him, moaning Felix’s name like a prayer, “Fe, Fe, Fe!!” Felix teases his entrance giving him just short of what Sylvain wants and spreads him slowly open adding more warm, tingling lube. Felix peppers kisses all over each plane of muscle, and continues to work him open with his deft fingers. Sylvain’s gaze darkens and he thrusts downward and snaps his hips in a grinding twist, fucking his fingers.

Felix swirls his fingers around inside one last time then pulls out, leaving Sylvain’s glistening hole squeezing around nothing. Sylvain wriggles his ass in an attempt to get Felix to move faster. Felix takes his own cock and slicks it up with the warm lube then positions the thick head at Sylvain’s entrance slowly teasing the rim, eliciting whimpers and gasps from his lover. He finally spreads open his entrance with the thick tip of his slick cock and pushes into the exquisite warmth, each of them releasing a breath neither knew they were holding in.

Sylvain thrusts upward, his length sliding against Felix’s muscled stomach, and pulls on Felix’s ass to bottom out. Felix gasps at the hot sensation around him feeling a delicious friction as Sylvain’s squeezes him. Felix twists his hips to drag his cock against his sensitive nerves and begins to thrust into him with practiced ease. He fucks into him, making sure to hit each area that makes Sylvain scream in ecstasy. The heat of the fireplace warms him as he thrusts into the redhead, pulling his hips closer, pushing his thighs apart so he can angle himself deeper into his body.

Sylvain grabs Felix’s hips and in between moans asks for more. Felix is never one to back down from a challenge and thrusts even faster, making sure to rotate his hips in a way that drags his cock against the sensitive bundle of nerves in each thrust.

Felix lifts Sylvain up and onto his lap to pull him into a deep kiss as he continues to fuck up into him, reaching around and pumping him with each thrust. Sylvain gasps into his mouth and sucks on his tongue moaning as he starts to bounce on Felix’s cock, meeting each of his thrusts. Sylvain rocks his hips and grinds down on him, squeezing him to trap his thick pulsing cock inside him.

Felix moans into his mouth, “mmm I think I’m going to cum....,” his breathing becoming more erratic as he wildly thrusts into Sylvain, winding a hand behind his head to kiss him deeply. He pumps Sylvain’s length, gliding pre-cum up and down the shaft, feeling it slide down his hand and drip down to where they are connected. He grins at Sylvain and positions him so he can see exactly where one began and the other ended, then continues to snap his hips forward, brushing his prostate with each thrust. Sylvain moans, “Fe!!!!!!,” seeing stars and hot, white cum splatters over Sylvain’s stomach and drips onto Felix as he thrusts into him. Felix leans him back against the cushion again, carefully laying him down and fucks him through his climax.

Sylvain squeezes Felix like a vice and Felix is pushed over the edge, the hot warmth squeezing him so tightly, so deliciously and he shoots his cum so deep within him, splattering his insides with his seed, painting them a milky white. Felix stays there for a few moments, catching his breath, and listening to his lover breathe while the crackle of the fireplace dances in the background.

Sylvain mewls and pants as he feels Felix pull out, his cum starting to dribble out of his ass. Felix smirks and leans down to kiss Sylvain, and slides a finger through a mixture of Sylvain’s cum and his own, dragging it around the rim of his entrance, pushing his cum back inside with his fingers stretching him gently, eliciting a whimper. “I’ve got you, Syl,” Felix says smugly as he starts to slowly fuck him on his fingers, his sensitive, tender hole squeezing his fingers allowing them to deliciously drag against each nerve, setting his body on euphoric fire.

Sylvain gasps and lets himself become completely undone by Felix. The only person in the world he could ever be vulnerable with. He is the only one who truly knows him inside and out and loves him even more for it. Sylvain focuses on Felix’s fingers, so oversensitive that each little movement sends sparkling electric tingles throughout his entire body. The two lay there together, languidly kissing and gazing into each other’s eyes, the fireplace light creating a soft halo of light over them as Felix continues to finger him gently.

Sylvain squeezes his fingers with the little energy he has left and reaches around to pull Felix’s fingers out of him, copious amounts of cum dribbling out as he does so. “You are amazing Fe,” he whispers as he feels so content and sleepy.

Felix smiles, “and you...are mine, Syl.” He kisses him slowly and sensually, their tongues leisurely swirling together as Felix lifts his cum covered hand up Sylvain’s abs, and chest, lightly moaning into him. Felix breaks the kiss as he rests his head at the crook of Sylvain’s neck and shoulder, drawing sluggish circles around Sylvain’s nipple, “all mine.”

Sylvain wraps his arms and legs around Felix, not caring about the mess they made as he gently massages the base of Felix’s neck with his fingers, “and you are mine, Fe.” The redhead feels so complete with Felix by his side, he smiles fondly absolutely blissed out.

Sylvain lets his mind wander to his Secret Santa gift. He drew Felix for Secret Santa again for the second year in a row. What Felix doesn’t know quite yet is that Sylvain had tracked down the dagger’s fated pair. There were many professionals that have told him that it would be impossible to find, but he never gave up the hunt. He hopes that they can use the ceremonial daggers as part of their wedding next year. It took everything in his willpower to keep it a secret once he got his hands on the dagger a month ago. Hopefully Felix won’t have the same reaction as last year, but if he did, Sylvain now knows that Felix’s sense of surprise takes on many forms, also Sylvain is not the same man he was the previous year. Sylvain is looking forward to the future, bright and merry because he will finally be able to say “I do” to the man who is his true and fated soulmate.

Outside in the blistering snowstorm, across the street, Byleth looks up at the apartment complex Felix and Sylvain currently reside in. He smiles gently as he can sense the two men have finally found love a year later after he granted Sylvain’s Christmas wish.

A woman places a hand on Byleth’s shoulder, he turns his head to the side knowing his sister is the one beside him. Her minty green eyes sparkle, “so was it worth it, Santa-leth?”

Byleth smiles, “it’s always worth it.” He looks back up at the apartment complex as his sister does the same, saying, “took them long enough, they were almost as bad as Ferdinand and Hubert.”

Byleth nods, “agreed. These two always struggle with expressing themselves. They’ve always needed more of a push than the others.”

The woman nods as she reaches for her brother’s hand, “Yuri is waiting for you, it’s time to go home.”

Byleth chuckles, “are you worried that Seteth and Flayn will annoy him with too many Christmas songs?”

The woman smirks, “oh I don’t mind if they annoy him, but he might make things difficult for you.”

Byleth laughs, “fine. Let’s go.” They walk off in the snowstorm, hand in hand.

The End~~ Happy Holidays <3

Thank you so much for taking the time to read this and I hope you enjoyed it! I hope it was clear that there were two Byleths and that they both wanted these two idiots to finally say something to each other. Please feel free to ask any clarifying questions if it’s confusing ^^;; thank you so much again!! (also comments and kudos would be wonderful ;;-;;)