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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?]
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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[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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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.]
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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.
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[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!]
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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.]
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[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...
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[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...
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[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.
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[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.
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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.]
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[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.
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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...
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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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Amazing how that happens.]
That was... incredible.
[He hasn't lifted up yet and still has Hubert inside of him. The task of moving feels like too much just now.]
Feeling a bit sleepy now.
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[Linhardt's second statement gets a soft laugh out of him. The hand at Linhardt's hip comes up, gliding gently over his back and up into his hair, running through the strands lightly.]
Mm. Even I'm feeling a bit tired now. We are going to have to get up at some point, you know.
[It's light, almost teasing. As much as he'd like to lay here, close to Linhardt with an excuse to hold him, the water is going cold and it's best to get moving.
...In a moment.]
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[And when they get up, they'll probably part ways. The thought makes Linhardt's chest tighten a bit with displeasure. He'd rather fall asleep in bed with Hubert's arms around him, holding him close.
Why can't that happen?
Still, he doesn't dare ask. He'd promised that this didn't have to mean anything, and asking would only put Hubert in an uncomfortable position. Then Linhardt would look like he was purposefully trying to manipulate him.
So he just stays where he is, being difficult in his own way by refusing to be the first to move.]
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Then he pauses and leans in, brushing a light kiss against Linhardt's cheek.]
If you'd like, I can escort you back to your room.
[It isn't something he should offer. He knows that. He's free for the rest of the night, but tomorrow morning he returns to his duties and he can't afford any distractions. But... one night wouldn't hurt, would it? Can't he pretend that this will work out for just one damn night?]