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Sylvain can't get enough of the face Felix makes while he's fucking him.
There's hunger at first, akin to the provocative looks he gives him when they're crossing blades in the training grounds. The difference is he can't satisfy him with a sword. Nobody truly can. Every fight leaves him restlessly craving another. Using his cock on the other hand, Sylvain knows exactly how to make his eyes glaze over with pure, unguarded relief.
He can tell he's almost there. Felix is tilting his head back, soft gasps spilling from his lips every time he rams into him. He doesn't really get loud. If anything, he quiets down when Sylvain is fucking him just right. It's like he's too dazed to even think about voicing his pleasure.
It makes it all the more audible when the door to the adjacent room opens and closes.
Sylvain pauses mid-thrust, listening. Claude doesn't usually return to the dorm this early in the evening. He tends to linger at the war table, writing letters or discussing tactics and battle formations with Byleth and Lorenz until late at night.
"Don't stop," Felix demands, wrapping his arms around his neck to pull him closer.
"He's gonna hear us," Sylvain points out, stifling a groan as Felix impatiently rolls his hips to urge him on. "Fuck, we should have gone to my room instead."
"I don't care if he listens," Felix insists.
Well then. He would have expected him to be more concerned with their privacy, but he supposes he never really did give much of a damn about other people's opinion.
"Maybe we should ask if he wants to join us sometime," Sylvain playfully muses, no longer worrying about the bed creaking beneath them as he starts moving again.
"Sure," Felix concurs.
"Relax, I'm just joki-" Sylvain starts to say before interrupting himself. "Wait, you're agreeing?"
"He's always hiding his real emotions behind that carefree smile," Felix says. "Just like you do. I'm interested in seeing what he's like when he can't keep his composure."
"Are you serious?" Sylvain asks, slowing down. "This isn't a test or anything?"
They've never really discussed their relationship. They started sleeping together as a form of stress relief shortly after returning to Garreg Mach — both of them feeling uneasy about leaving Faerghus behind during a time of turmoil. There's no denying it's become more than just a source of comfort since then. Sylvain has stopped seeing other people because he can tell it makes Felix uneasy when he flirts with anyone else. It surprises him that he's apparently fine with involving a third party. Is the issue simply that he doesn't want to feel left out?
"I'm serious." Felix replies, sounding exasperated. "Not now though. Keep going. I'm close."
Sylvain briefly considers delaying his orgasm further just to be a tease, but he might not be allowed to stay overnight if he doesn't play nice. Choosing to give him what he wants, he quickens his pace, pushing Felix's thighs back and further apart to get at him from a better angle.
It does the trick. It's not long before the swordsman goes silent, quivering as he releases onto his own stomach. Then the waterworks begin. Drawing in a shaky breath, Felix covers his eyes with the back of his arm to hide that they're welling up with tears.
Sylvain remembers panicking when he started to cry after the first time they had sex. It made him think he'd hurt him. Turns out he didn't actually grow out of being a crybaby. He merely keeps it subdued until he can't hold back anymore.
Now that he knows he isn't crying because he screwed up somehow, Sylvain prides himself on being able to make him feel so relieved every emotion he's suppressing comes flooding to the surface. Sometimes it takes a while before he recovers, but he's told him he always feels better afterwards. Lighter somehow.
Pulling out, Sylvain gently nudges his arm out of the way to seek his mouth, kissing him as he reaches down to stroke himself. There's a muffled hiccup, yet Felix doesn't tilt his head away, returning the kiss until Sylvain draws back with a low moan, adding to the mess Felix has already made.
He never complains when he deliberately ejaculates on him. He's not sure if it's because he's into it or because it means they don't need to immediately change the sheets afterwards. Perhaps a bit of both judging by the way Felix wets his lip as he watches him, his tears already starting to dry.
"Feeling okay?" Sylvain asks after taking a moment to catch his breath, lying down beside him. He knows he's fine despite how disheveled he looks, but he's made a habit of checking in on him after they finish. It doesn't hurt to make sure.
"Yeah," Felix replies, voice still sounding a bit choked up.
"So," Sylvain murmurs, brushing a few loose strands of charcoal blue hair from his face, "want me to talk to Claude? About joining us I mean."
"Tell him he can join us on one condition," Felix says, sniffling.
"What's that?"
"If you two are gonna fuck he doesn't get to be on top. Your ass is mine."
"Oh, Felix," Sylvain says, struggling not to laugh as he sits up to put a hand over his heart. "That's the most romantic thing you've ever said to me! You're making me swoon."
"Be quiet or get out of my room."
- - -
"So," Claude says, drumming his fingers on Felix's desk as he leans against it the following evening, looking each of them up and down with a self-satisfied grin, "how do you guys want me?"
In all honesty, the request had caught him off guard. When Sylvain approached him that morning, he expected him to ask for his silence regarding the little concert they treated him to last night. Claude had been ready to assure him he'd keep their secret safe. He'd been aware of the two of them going at it for about a month already. They're not as subtle as they think.
The first thing to tip him off was Felix no longer practicing in the training grounds at unreasonable hours. Curious about what could be important enough for him to value it more than swinging his blade, he'd started paying some extra attention to his unsociable neighbour.
He learned a few incidental things from observing and asking around about him over the next couple of days. Whenever he leaves the cafeteria on his own, Felix brings scraps to feed the stray cats still lingering around the monastery. His favorite appears to be the large, grey one with a missing ear. The one that bares its fangs and hisses menacingly if Claude tries to go anywhere near it.
He also learned Felix isn't actually that much of a loner. While each interaction is brief, he spends a significant portion of his day checking on his allies. Claude knew he likes to spar with Byleth and Leonie, but he didn't know he's been lifting weights with Raphael, that he helps Marianne tend to the equipment in the stables, or that he interrupts Lysithea during her studies to ask about the latest recipes she's working on. He especially didn't know Lorenz lets him read his poems. He would never have imagined he'd care about poetry or that Lorenz would trust him enough to show him his writing.
None of that answered his original question, but it didn't take him long to figure it out. He noticed whenever all the Deer gathered for meetings or a meal that he wasn't the only one stealing glances at Felix. Sylvain's attention kept drifting towards him as well. It wouldn't be strange if he didn't also notice he wasn't using the opportunity to flirt with any of the lovely ladies present at the table. That was when the pieces really started to click into place.
His suspicions were confirmed one morning when he woke up before sunrise. Exiting his room, he heard a door opening further down the hall. Felix was emerging from Sylvain's room, his hair disheveled and his ears flushed pink.
They looked at each other for a moment. Claude raising an eyebrow. Felix glaring. For the sake of his own safety, he kept walking without cracking any jokes.
Mystery solved, he had no intention of digging deeper. What they actually did in bed together was none of his business. Except they evidently intend to make it his business tonight.
"Cutting right to the chase, are we?" Sylvain asks, grinning as he gives him a slow, deliberate onceover in return. "I was hoping we'd get to play with you for a while first."
"Oh, you're welcome to play with me as long as it doesn't take all night," Claude replies, noting that Sylvain seems to be waiting for some kind of go-ahead from Felix. "I couldn't set aside much time on such short notice, so I still have a few matters I need to tend to after this. On that note, go easy on me, alright? I want to be able to walk afterwards."
"Afraid I can't make any promises there," Sylvain says.
"You two talk too much," Felix interrupts, taking hold of Claude's arm to yank him away from the desk, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as he proceeds to reach around his waist from behind to unlace his pants. "Sylvain, put your mouth to better use."
Sylvain is quick to get on his knees, tugging his loosened pants down to his thighs before pressing open-mouthed kisses along the outline of his cock through the fabric of his smallclothes. He's pretty eager for someone who just accused him of cutting to the chase. Not that Claude is complaining. Letting out an appreciative sigh, he soon forgets to be apprehensive about having his back to a man who never goes anywhere without a blade. He's already getting hard by the time Sylvain pulls his underwear down to take him into his mouth. Better use indeed.
Meanwhile Felix is tossing the sash he wears around his waist aside before making short work of his coat, cravat and shirt. He's efficient, he'll give him that. He wants to jokingly comment that it's a little unfair to strip him naked before either of them have removed a single piece of clothing, but it's difficult to form coherent thoughts while Sylvain is sucking him off like his life depends on it. For how much time he spends bragging about his experience with women, he sure knows his way around a cock.
Claude is semi-aware of Felix stepping away for a moment, yet he can't help but jump slightly when he returns without offering a single warning before he prods his entrance with a finger covered in something cold and slick. He bites his lip as he proceeds to slide the digit inside him, briefly wondering if he can tell he already prepared a little with his own fingers before coming to his room just in case.
Sylvain didn't give him much information about what to expect in advance. He only really asked if he had any limits. Perhaps he shouldn't have responded with "Whatever you guys are into, I'm sure I can handle it." So far, so good, though. He's slightly on edge, but neither of them have done anything that doesn't ultimately feel nice yet. Felix isn't being cruel the way he feared he might be about stretching him open, giving his body time to adjust before he inserts a second finger.
"Would have invited myself over sooner if I knew you were gonna spoil me like this," Claude groans, allowing himself to lean against Felix's chest as he starts rubbing his prostate while Sylvain reaches between his legs to fondle his balls. It's obvious they've got some sort of plan to overwhelm him, but he's fine with that. He won't be letting any of his secrets slip even if they force his brain to stop functioning properly for a while. If anything, it'll be a nice break from all the headache the war is causing him.
"Hands on my desk," Felix says after withdrawing his fingers, making Claude let out a half-hearted whine as he pulls him away from the warmth of Sylvain's wickedly talented mouth. He doesn't really have the guts to be disobedient quite yet. Not when he has no clue how far he can push it before Felix decides to stop having mercy on him.
"Yes, Sir," he playfully responds, stepping out of the pants that have slid down to his ankles by now before placing both hands on the hardwood desk. It's impossible not to notice it's a whole lot tidier than his own. There's a drawing of a sleeping cat he recognizes as the hissy grey lying on top of a stack of worn books. Is that Ignatz's signature in the corner of it? In a pen holder beside the books, among quills with feathers from a variety of birds of prey, there's a blue and silver hairpin that looks suspiciously like the kind of jewelry Hilda likes to make, but he's pretty sure he's never seen Felix actually wear it.
He doesn't have time to make note of anything else before Felix aligns their hips, making Claude grateful he has the desk to brace against as he penetrates him in one swift motion. It doesn't hurt too bad, but it's been such a long time since anyone did this to him his body reflexively tenses up.
"Breathe," Felix sternly reminds him.
He's trying. A warm hand gently massages the back of his neck, helping him start to relax. Sylvain, he realizes, because both of Felix's hands are on his hips.
"Shame you can't see how much fun he's having bossing you around," Sylvain rumbles, ruffling his hair before lightly scratching his scalp.
Claude can't help but think he's touching him as if he's petting a dog, but he's not mad about it. It feels good. "You talk like he doesn't do the same thing to you," he says, failing to stifle a moan when Felix pulls halfway out only to slam back in with more force. Repeating the motion, he quickly finds a steady rhythm. Firm, but not outright brutal, making sure his pleasure outweighs the pain. It's easy to tell he has experience. Either he's practiced on Sylvain, or he's had other lovers before him.
"Sometimes," Sylvain allows, continuing to play with his hair, undoing all the effort Claude put into smoothing it back. "He makes it worth it though."
He can't argue with that. He's enjoying himself. Felix isn't making much noise, but he thinks he's enjoying it as well judging by the intensity of his thrusts. He sounds slightly out of breath when he hears him speak to Sylvain.
"I think he should be able to handle you now."
Dazed, Claude isn't entirely sure what he means by that until the two of them swap places behind him. Then his mouth falls open at how much larger Sylvain's cock feels as he gradually eases it inside him, his muscles uselessly trying and failing to contract around the intrusion. Fuck, he's massive. Gritting his teeth, he tries to resist the urge to whimper, but a small whine still escapes from somewhere far back in his throat.
"Feel like you're biting over more than you can chew, Riegan?" Sylvain taunts, massaging his lower back with both hands.
"Almost," Claude admits, resting his elbows on the desk as he experimentally shifts his hips back and forth. It's painful, and he's no doubt going to be sore afterwards, but the amount of friction and pressure against his prostate feels damn nice, making him gasp and shudder when Sylvain starts moving with him.
He's more gentle than Felix, likely because he realizes he has to be if he doesn't want to hurt him, but their rhythm feels almost identical. The realization that Felix fucks good because he's copying Sylvain amuses him. The more he learns about him, the more he understands how carefully he pays attention to the people he values.
On that note — he wonders if he's watching them. He isn't lingering at his side like Sylvain did. Hearing the rustle of clothing, he turns to look over his shoulder, seeing him pull his sleeveless turtleneck sweater off to toss it onto the heap the rest of his clothing is in.
His body is mostly lean muscle and sharp angles, but there's something surprisingly soft and feminine about the curve of his hips and thighs.
"He doesn't like it when I call him pretty," Sylvain practically purrs, "but he really is, isn't he?"
"He is," Claude agrees, his voice breaking slightly as Sylvain quickens his pace.
Felix shoots them both a look of annoyance as he walks over to his dresser to retrieve a small, clear bottle of what Claude assumes is the lubricant he prepared him with earlier. Then he moves out of view, climbing onto the bed judging by the sound of the mattress dipping.
No longer able to watch him, Claude crosses his arms on the desk, lowering his head to rest it on top of them. He isn't sure if it's what Sylvain is doing to him or the thought of what Felix might be doing to himself behind them that's making his cock twitch, but it's enough to draw a low, needy moan out of him.
"Who knew our brave commander could sound so cute," Sylvain snickers, evidently intent on making him be even louder as he reaches around him to stroke his cock with one hand while simultaneously pinching and twisting one of his nipples with the other.
Claude tries to deny him the satisfaction, but he can't stop himself from crying out. It's too much. If he hadn't asked Hilda to make sure Lorenz is distracted for the rest of the evening he'd worry about being overheard.
"Bring him over here," Felix says, rescuing him from being pushed over the edge embarrassingly early.
Pulling out with a groan, Sylvain turns him around so he's facing the bed before giving him a light slap across the ass to nudge him forward. "Go on."
"Can't catch a break between you two," Claude breathes. He's a bit disoriented, but it doesn't take much brain capacity to figure out what's expected of him. Felix is shifting to lie down on his back as he joins him on the bed, opening his legs so he can position himself between them. When he accepted Sylvain's invitation, he wasn't sure he'd be allowed to do this, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't hoping for it. "Aiming to see if I can give as good as I got?"
Felix snorts, a brief hint of a smirk on his lips. So he does have a sense of humor. That's good to know.
Grinning, Claude guides the head of his cock to his entrance, gently pushing against the ring of muscle until it starts to give way. He can't really compete with Sylvain's girth, but it still feels like a tight fit. He must be more nervous than he lets on. "You doing alright?" he asks, noticing that his hands are clutching the sheets as he goes deeper.
"Yes," Felix says, sounding mildly annoyed. His eyes dart in Sylvain's direction, and while Claude can't see the look he gets in return, he can feel him relax slightly.
He still gives him a moment to adjust before he starts to move, slowly at first to avoid causing him any discomfort. He isn't really getting feedback, but he expected as much. When he overheard them last night it was mostly Sylvain's voice and the sound of the bed that told him what they were up to.
"How does it feel, Felix?" Sylvain helpfully asks, sitting down on the edge of the bed to watch. "This is your first time getting fucked by someone besides me, isn't it?"
"It's not terrible," Felix mutters, ears reddening.
"That's harsh," Claude laughs, "but if I have to guess I'd say you probably like it a bit rougher, huh? Like this?" Picking up the pace, he thrusts with more force, angling his hips to aim for his prostate. Felix still doesn't make much noise, but Claude can tell he enjoys it from the way he starts squinting his eyes like a cat being scratched in the right spot. There's something very endearing about it. He generally finds the swordsman intimidating, but he's beginning to understand why Sylvain is so smitten with him. He's cute.
"That's more like it," Sylvain says, reaching for the lubricant Felix has left on the bedside table to pour some into the palm of his hand, using it to stroke himself.
Realizing he's not done with his ass quite yet, Claude stops moving while Sylvain gets up to push back inside him, once again stretching him dangerously close to what he's sure is his limit.
"Keep going, Buttercup" Sylvain tells him, taking hold of his hips to rock him back and forth between them, making him groan helplessly as he's stimulated inside and out. "I'm gonna go easy on you like you asked. If you end up sore from fucking yourself on my cock, I'm not taking the blame."
"How very thoughtful of you," Claude says through half-gritted teeth,leaning over Felix to rest his hands on the mattress for support. It's quite the predicament they've put him in. If he's careful, he'll avoid limping afterwards, but careful isn't going to cut it if he wants to satisfy the man beneath him whose eyes are only still narrowed because he's frowning impatiently.
Cursing his own pride, Claude continues ramming into Felix, sparks of pain and pleasure pulsing through his body as Sylvain's cock penetrates him deeper each time he draws back. It's dizzying. He's not going to last like this.
"I'm almost there," he gasps, unable to fully pull out while he's still sandwiched between them.
Thankfully Sylvain takes his warning seriously. He pulls him off the bed, bending him over it to fuck him until the heat pooling in the pit of his stomach erupts, making him cry out even louder than before. Legs giving in beneath him, he'd drop to the floor if not for the arm around his waist, his whole body quivering in the taller man's hold as he comes in multiple spurts.
Dizzy and flushed, he blinks several times to clear his vision while Sylvain withdraws, shuddering as his muscles try to contract around nothing. "What happened to going easy on me?" he asks, panting.
"Don't act like I wasn't giving you exactly what you wanted," Sylvain says, sounding like he didn't break a sweat. That annoys him.
Glancing at Felix, Claude notices he looks vaguely disappointed for some reason. How long was he expecting him to last with the two of them teaming up on him? Oh well, there's still ways he can show him a good time even if he goes soft.
Climbing back onto the bed, he settles next to him, reaching down to wrap his fingers around his cock. To his surprise, Felix responds by tilting his head to kiss him. He shouldn't be so taken aback considering they just fucked each other, but he didn't expect anything this tender. He didn't expect it to make his chest hurt either. Crap, what has he gotten himself into?
It doesn't matter. He'll indulge for now and shake it off later. Dealing with matters of the heart isn't as complicated as people make it out to be. Right?
Closing his eyes, he deepens the kiss, parting his lips to rub Felix's tongue with the tip of his own. They don't stop even as Sylvain spreads Felix's legs wide open to take over where Claude left off, fucking him slow and steady as if to avoid jostling him.
A moment later, Felix abruptly tilts his head away, gasping softly as come seeps from the head of his cock.
Sylvain gasps at the same time, likely brought to the edge by his contractions. He barely pulls back in time to finish himself off, coming between Felix's thighs with a satisfied groan.
As soon as they're both done, Felix turns away from Claude completely, curling up on his side. He's still shaking, occasionally making a noise that sounds like a muffled hiccup. He's sobbing, he realizes with a start.
"Is he okay?" Claude mouths to Sylvain, worried he overstepped his bounds at some point.
"He's fine," Sylvain says, giving him a genuine — if slightly dazed — smile for the first time since he entered the room with him. "It's not because he didn't enjoy it or anything. Sometimes he just needs a minute to wind down afterwards, right Felix?"
Felix doesn't answer, but he doesn't deny it either, no longer trembling quite as much.
Getting up, Sylvain fetches a clean towel from the dresser, using it to carefully wipe Felix's thighs and stomach clean before settling down to wrap an arm around him.
"Better now?"
"Yeah," Felix says, sitting up just enough to rest his head on Sylvain's shoulder, his eyes red and swollen. "You could have warned him, you ass"
"Aren't you the one who said you'd kill me if I told anyone?" Sylvain whines.
"Obviously this is an exception," Felix scoffs.
He knows it's not intentional, but their bickering reminds Claude he's the third wheel in whatever this relationship is. "Don't get me wrong," he says, smiling, "I appreciate how generous you've been tonight, but I really should get back to work, so I hope you don't mind if I take my leave."
"You don't want to stay and cuddle?" Sylvain asks.
He's joking, of course, but before Claude can think of a clever comeback, Felix actually shifts to make room for him, patting the space between them.
He hesitates. It feels like they're letting him in on something much more intimate than the sex. Awkwardly rubbing his neck, he tries to figure out how to decline without sounding ungrateful. It's not often he's offered this kind of comfort, however. In fact this is the first time. Maybe he can afford to allow it just once.
Swallowing, he moves to lie down with them, deliberately putting his back to Sylvain so he can't pick up on the fact that he's nervous. He doesn't mind quite as much if Felix sees it. He hid from him when he cried, but he's still given a lot more of himself tonight than the redhead whose mask never cracked.
"Hey Felix," he says, shifting to get comfortable as Sylvain wraps an arm around both of them, "does he ever drop the act?"
"Mhm," Felix murmurs, sounding drowsy, "I can make him squeal when I fuck him. Want me to show you?"
"Hold on," Sylvain protests. "I didn't think we were doing this so you two could conspire against me."
"Should have thought of that before inviting a tactician to play with you." Claude teases. "And why, yes, I'd love a demonstration."
"Join us again tomorrow then." Felix says, making Claude's heart beat a little faster as he huddles closer.
"You alright with that, Sylvain?" he asks, not entirely sure he isn't taking this too far.
"Fine," Sylvain sighs, leaning over to nip at the shell of his ear. "You owe me a blowjob anyway."