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[It was supposed to be just an ordinary class outing to take care of a bandit problem.

Oh, sure, these class outings are usually dangerous; bandits aren't simply going to roll over and allow a bunch of students to kill them, but this is hardly the first time the Black Eagles have been tasked with such a thing. They head out and take care of the problem with no real issues. Sometimes some of them are injured, but Linhardt can always keep them healthy until they can be taken care of back at the monastery.

So Hubert wasn't really expecting anything different today. The woods they've engaged the bandits in are thick and make traversing through them difficult, however; that's most likely how they managed to get separated from the rest of their class. The sounds of a clash can still be heard distantly, but for now...

Well, for now, he and Linhardt are separated from the others. That isn't necessarily a problem; he likes Linhardt well enough, and while Linhardt doesn't like to fight, Hubert can certainly look out for both of them. The bigger problem is that Linhardt is their healer, which means Lady Edelgard is out there without a healer in case she ends up in a bad situation. Rejoining the rest of their class is the top priority.

(It has nothing to do with the fact that being alone with Linhardt is... not exactly ideal. They're friends, yes. He likes Linhardt, yet. The problem is that he likes Linhardt entirely too much and being alone with him sends Hubert's pulse skyrocketing and those thoughts become almost impossible to ignore. He cannot afford to split his focus like that in battle, not when something could happen to Lady Edelgard and he isn't even there to protect her right now—)

Needless to say, he's very antsy as he picks his way through the trees and bushes. He's on high-alert, as always. Most of the bandits are most likely fighting their fellow students, but they've had to fend off a few stragglers so far, so he certainly isn't about to let down his guard.]

We need to make it to the others quickly.

[This would be easier if the trees weren't so overgrown... How are you doing, Linhardt?]

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[Linhardt's seen him. Of course Linhardt's seen him, it wasn't as though he was being quiet when he walked in here, and then he didn't leave when he really should have. So it's only natural it's come to this. He can feel himself flush and he prepares an apology, but...

Well, Linhardt's got other ideas. Hubert opens his mouth, then promptly shuts it so he doesn't end up saying anything stupid.

This is something he should reject. Either Linhardt really doesn't care about sharing the tub and this is something he's reading too much into, or he's reading into it exactly the right amount and Linhardt's got something besides bathing in mind. The former will be absolutely embarrassing for him and the latter... He can't afford to get distracted. He shouldn't take this chance.

He's fully aware of that and he has time to consider it before deciding that no, he'd prefer not to continue denying himself the simple things he wants. Linhardt's offering and this is what he wants, so what's the harm in it? It's just a bath.

(Unless...)

He nods instead, finally finding the words he wants.]

Very well, if you insist.

[He continues in, carefully laying out the towel and the soaps he brought before moving to undress. He doesn't look at Linhardt as he works, but he hasn't turned away either. Hubert's not ashamed of his body, but he's not particularly fond of it either. He's cultivated an appearance that serves Her Majesty, but that's about the extent of his thoughts on his own appearance.

He removes his gloves first, then the uniform jacket and undershirt, followed by his boots and socks. Hubert doesn't allow himself time to second guess this, and the pants and underwear come off easily as well. He's perhaps surprisingly toned for a mage, though nowhere near as muscular as someone like Caspar or Ferdinand would be.

Hubert slips into the water on the opposite side of the tub, careful not to bump Linhardt too much as he enters. He's not exactly able to keep his eyes off Linhardt's body now that he can see him.]

[Although Linhardt doesn't stare while Hubert undresses, he does look over every now and then. He's slim, of course, but toned in a way that reflects his level of activity. It's nice to finally see him naked, and despite the way Linhardt's pulse has picked up considerably, he's feeling more emboldened than just a minute ago.

So when Hubert steps into the bath and settles in across from him, he smiles, once again aware of the way those eyes can't seem to stop looking at him.

He isn't the type of person to talk about his appearance much or try to show off, but he's quite aware that he's attractive. Pretty, beautiful, or whatever choice of word, Linhardt has heard it all back in Enbarr over the last several years. That doesn't mean he's actually given any of those people the time of day, but he can still recognize compliments when he receives them.

Right now? Well, he supposes this will be him breaking his temporary halt to romance and intimacy. Assuming Hubert is open to the idea.]

Listen. Time has passed, but it's clear that we're both still attracted to one another. Why not indulge a little? We don't have to get engaged or anything like that.

[He lets one foot run up and down the side of Hubert's thigh as he speaks, testing him.]

[Hubert's breath catches at that, though even he isn't sure whether it's because of the idea of being engaged or the foot against his thigh. Either one of them could do it, really.

Some part of his mind is still telling him that he needs to leave, that there's simply no way he can lead Linhardt on like this, but that part goes ignored. He's spent five damn years fighting this attraction to Linhardt and he's tired of denying himself - and Linhardt - what he wants. What they both want.]

You certainly are forward. [It's amused though, and one of his hands trails idly up Linhardt's leg.] I can't say I mind it any.

[If anything, it's good to know they're on the same page without dancing around the issue any further. Linhardt's probably fully aware that if he didn't say anything, Hubert would have to struggle his way through it and neither of them need to deal with that right now.]

Yes, let's indulge.

[Honestly, he isn't really sure where to start. There's so much he'd like to do with Linhardt (and to Linhardt) but knowing where to start is a bit of a struggle...]

I thought you might appreciate it.

[One thing Linhardt is trying to promise himself right now is that this is only going to be sex. No strings attached. He won't expect anything more from Hubert, and as a result, he doesn't have to feel hurt again.

Maybe they just need to get this out of their systems. Or maybe he's deluding himself.

Regardless, he levels Hubert with a flirtatious smirk when he agrees, thoroughly enjoying the feel of that hand running over his leg. As for where to start? He doesn't know much better, but is willing to take the initiative. Namely by pulling his legs back so he can scoot forward, between Hubert's legs, and place his hands on the other mage's shoulders. Then he leans closer, and after a moment of hesitation, presses their lips together in a kiss just like they'd shared years ago.]

[Oh, that is an unfairly beautiful look on Linhardt. When Linhardt moves, Hubert shifts to accommodate him, a hand finding the small of Linhardt's back to pull him close as they kiss. His other hand is quick to trail up Linhardt's back and gently run through his hair - he's always found Linhardt's hair to be beautiful, and he's wanted to run his fingers through it for years now, so why not? They're already indulging, anyway.

Not that he's really focused on that when they're finally kissing again. It's been entirely too long, and Hubert's certainly eager for it. He's definitely not skilled - no more than he was all those years ago - but he is eager and after a moment he nips lightly at Linhardt's lower lip to encourage him to open his mouth and deepen the kiss.]

[This brings him back to that moment in his room when they first kissed. Just as before he parts his lips and the kiss becomes deeper and messier, their shared lack of experience having no effect on eagerness and enthusiasm.

Linhardt keeps one hand on Hubert's shoulder to brace himself, while he lets the other wander. Down his chest, his abs, and... well, if he's going to be forward, he may as well go all the way with it.

Soft fingers start playing with Hubert's cock, trying to work him stiff, just as his own erection continues to fill out. His body feels so alive, nerves alight with desire and arousal, and he just hopes he can share that feeling with Hubert as well.]

[Linhardt's hand trails down him, and he isn't surprised when Linhardt doesn't stop at his hips and descends further. Linhardt certainly isn't going to have to work much to get him fully hard; maybe he'll be later about it later, but Hubert's entirely too eager for this. It's almost like he's just been waiting for the right moment, for five damn years.

He arches into Linhardt's touch, gasping a bit as he pulls back to catch his breath. He doesn't waste any time once he has, however; he's quick to pull Linhardt back in for another kiss. One of his hands lands on Linhardt's hip to steady him, but the other loosens itself from Linhardt's hair to trail down his back, over his hip, exploring as much of Linhardt as he can while they're pressed close together like this.]

[He lets out a pleased sound against Hubert's mouth when he feels him growing hard in little time at all. Linhardt smiles when the other mage pulls away with a gasp, and takes the opportunity to catch his own breath before the kiss continues.

His hand works over Hubert's length, stroking him slowly beneath the water. His body feels so heated, helped by the water around them, and he very much enjoys the hands exploring his body.

When he pulls away again, it's to take some more much needed breaths.]

What do you want, Hubert? Shall I ride you? Or do you have something else in mind?

[Linhardt pulls back and Hubert's thankful for the opportunity to catch his breath again. Of course, Linhardt isn't wasting any time, and Hubert just wants to kiss him again for even suggesting it. There's something immensely attractive about Linhardt being so forward, though maybe it's at least partially because he isn't.]

Yes. [The answer is perhaps a bit too quick, but he can't really be ashamed of that right now.] I would like nothing more. Please.

[He leans forward then, not to kiss Linhardt again but to press his lips to Linhardt's neck. It's encouraging and light - for now, at least.]

Oh... I like hearing you say 'please.'

[He smiles, absolutely gleeful when Hubert begins kissing at his neck. His skin feels so sensitive, so responsive to each touch and kiss, and he can hardly wait to do as he promised.]

Just a moment-

[He pulls back a little, regretfully, to grab one of the bottles they'd brought with them to the bath. Not the perfect alternative to lube, but more oil-based than other things, and so it would do. With his hand no longer on Hubert's cock, he pushes the bottle toward him instead.]

Can you use your fingers to prepare me? I want to feel that...

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[That first part gets him to chuckle; it still sounds too dark, too evil, but that's probably what Linhardt expects from Hubert by now.

He takes the bottle when it's offered to him, nodding at Linhardt's words.]

Of course. I... haven't ever done this before.

[There isn't any shame in the admission - it's probably what Linhardt's expecting, after all - but he feels the need to say it anyway.]

Tell me if I'm being too rough.

[He coats his fingers in it, and while it certainly won't be as suitable as lube would, it will do for now. Neither of them anticipated this, after all. With his free hand he steadies Linhardt's hip, then guides his fingers back to tease one at his entrance. He waits for Linhardt's signal to do anything more than tease, however.]

[Linhardt has nothing against the way Hubert laughs. Sure, it does have a menacing quality to it, but as far as he's concerned that's just part of how he is.]

Neither have I.

[There's something he likes very much about it being both of their firsts. It feels... appropriate. Just delayed.

As for roughness? Maybe he would be able to tell if Hubert wasn't so busy teasing him in such a sensitive spot. By the time he thinks to direct the other man again, he's blushing more than ever.]

Won't you continue? I'll say please too, if I must.

Perhaps I'll have you ask nicely for it at some point, but I'm a bit too impatient right now.

[It's teasing, of course. With Linhardt's permission, he slips his finger in slowly, watching Linhardt's expression carefully for any sign he should stop, or continue. He'll move a bit once he's sure Linhardt has gotten used to it - despite his impatience, he is going to do this right, which means he'll take his time with it. Hopefully Linhardt's not in any hurry!]

[He smirks at that. But finally, he feels Hubert pressing a finger inside of him.

It's only one, and it doesn't take much time to get used to it at all. Still, he bites his bottom lip with the excitement of feeling even that much, as his hands return to grip at Hubert's shoulders.

And although he does appreciate the obvious care the other man is putting into this, he could do to move a bit faster.]

You'll need at least three, so I suggest you add another sooner than later.

[Is he being pushy? Probably. But he is impatient. This is something he's thought about for so long now, and the slow movements feel like teasing.]

So impatient...

[But it's light, definitely not serious at all. The second finger is added shortly afterward, and like before, he gives Linhardt plenty of time to get used to the feeling before moving. Hubert remains careful, still watching Linhardt closely, but he doesn't require the verbal confirmation for the third finger this time; he adds that when he believes Linhardt's ready.]

You're doing so well...

You would be too...

[He huffs softly, but soon becomes far too distracted by the feeling of those fingers stretching and filling him that all Linhardt can really do is hold onto Hubert and rock against the digits inside of him.

Closing his eyes, he presses his forehead against the side of Hubert's neck, concentrating fully on the new sensations.

One thing is for certain: he likes this. The intimacy, the pleasure when fingertips press in deeper, knowing that this is Hubert he's with for the first time.]

It feels nice...

"Nice"? Perhaps I'll have to try harder, then.

[It's still light, of course. Now that Linhardt's more adjusted, he gets more adventurous, crooking his fingers a bit to see if it's something Linhardt likes. He's still careful, but Linhardt's words have emboldened him quite a bit now.

Of course, all the careful preparation is necessary, but it's certainly doing nothing to help with just how impatient he's getting.]

Let me know when you're ready.

I'm not that delicate.

[Followed by a gasp when those fingers move in such a way that sends a spark of pleasure straight to his cock.

He begins rocking more actively on the digits penetrating him, breathing heavier. Oh, he's ready. The thought of moving on makes him move his lips to Hubert's neck instead, where he kisses him hotly and even nips at his skin.]

I'm ready.

[Oh, just look at him. How beautiful... It's almost a sentiment he wants to express, but he holds himself back. There's a time and a place for worrying about what this means for them, and now isn't it. He isn't going to get lost in his worries right now.

With Linhardt's words, he withdraws his fingers and reaches for the bottle again.]

I trust you'll let me know if you need me to stop.

[Not that he thinks Linhardt will, and not that he thinks it'll be necessary, but it's a precaution he has to take. Hubert slicks himself up, exhaling slowly once he's sure he's ready. His hands fall back on Linhardt's hips as he guides him lower.

The penetration is almost agonizingly slow, but he has to be careful with Linhardt; the last thing he wants to do is hurt him. While the preparation was probably adequate, he has no idea or no way to know, so it's best to take it slow. He hisses out a breath slowly at the heat and tightness, but doesn't move until Linhardt's ready for it.]

Of course.

[He has no issue saying if something hurts too much, but Linhardt doesn't think it'll be an issue either.

He allows Hubert to lower him down on his cock, this time much more appreciative of the slow pace. Linhardt has to make sure his muscles remain relaxed enough to accept the penetration, which does admittedly hurt a bit at first.

So he takes it easy, sliding lower and lower, until he's taken Hubert in as far as he can given their position. With a slow sigh, he wraps his arms around the other man's neck, holding on loosely while making his first attempts at lifting up, just a little, and then falling back down again.]

Hubert, I... I'm glad we're finally doing this.

[It feels wonderful, and when Linhardt starts moving, Hubert takes that as his cue to help him out. His grip remains tight on Linhardt's hips - not enough to bruise, but certainly enough to be felt - as he slowly picks up a steady pace.]

S-So am I.

[His voice doesn't usually falter any, so the fact that it does now probably speaks more than he can properly express.]

Thank you, Linhardt. I... [a soft gasp] You feel so good...

[It certainly does help when Hubert grabs his hips and works on picking up his own pace. Linhardt uses Hubert's movements to help judge his own, hoping they can work out something that complements each other.

The longer they go, the better it feels. Every time the head of Hubert's cock hits his prostate, he moans and his muscles tighten briefly, which only encourages Linhardt to fall down harder on his erection each time he rises higher.]

You... too...

[How is he going to keep this to a one-time thing? No, best not think about that right now. Instead, he'll focus on pressing kiss after kiss over Hubert's neck and jawline, showing his appreciation rather than speaking it.]

[Linhardt's too occupied too speak, and honestly, that's for the best. Hubert's not really sure he could focus very well on words right now anyway, and there's no way he could keep his voice steady enough to answer properly. This feels amazing, and he's cursing himself for never pursuing it before now. Oh, sure, he had his reasons, but not a single one of them matters at all right now.

It seems like Linhardt's enjoying himself too, and now that they've managed to find a rhythm and are matching each other fairly well, he snakes a hand between them to find Linhardt's erection. His touch is gentle at first despite their pace, more exploratory than attempting to get Linhardt off, but it doesn't take him long to firmly grip Linhardt's length and jerk him off in time to his own thrusts.]

[Once Hubert starts jerking him off as well, Linhardt starts getting loud.

He feels overwhelmed by feeling, pleasure clouding all of his senses, with moans and cries of enjoyment here and there falling freely from his lips the more he lets himself go.

His whole body starts shaking a little as he grows closer to orgasm. Movements more erratic, he starts fucking himself on Hubert harder, muscles tensing tighter and tighter until he can't take it anymore.

When he comes, the feeling washes over his mind, clearing all thoughts but those related to chasing that pleasure. Never before has release felt so wonderfully amazing. He wants to hold onto this feeling for as long as humanely possible.]

[The sounds Linhardt makes are amazing. Perhaps he'd be more wary about this at any other time, but right now he couldn't care less about the potential of someone walking in on them. The sounds Linhardt makes seem to open him up to being a bit louder - although he's still relatively quiet, all things considered. Hubert isn't really the sort to vocalize his pleasure much, but that doesn't mean he isn't enjoying it.

His pace begins to pick up and their movements become erratic; they aren't matching anywhere near as neatly now, but they're both so close, and as Linhardt tips over the edge, Hubert follows. He buries himself in Linhardt as he cums, head tipped back as a slightly louder moan leaves him. His hand stills against Linhardt and his other one rubs slow circles into where he's been gripping Linhardt's hip so hard as he slowly starts to come down off the rush of release.]

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