" No, no. " Taking a step forward, Ike brings his hand closer to the laguz's rump, his palm ghosting over his plump skin. " They're the / perfect / fit. " . . .And he gropes him, fingertips kneading on his dough. " . . .Too showy. "

. . .He wants to hug him? Sure, he doesn't mind.

He wouldn't want to be responsible for any serious injuries caused. . . .He can let him rub his face between them, however.

" Just. . .for me, you say? " Tilting his head, his thumb slides between both cheeks, caressing the crack and touching the hole. " That wouldn't be bad. I mean. . .I would like that. " An obvious boner in his pants now, impossible to hide such a large bulge.

Would he mind if Ike joined him? He's been looking for a sparring partner these days. . . But nobody seems to be able to match his level of stamina. Felix looks like an ideal candidate, however. Ike can go shirtless as well, if he would prefer that.

Ike's not going to waste any more breath on a response. In an instant, he falls on his knees, nose diving into that beautiful, smooth crack to let his tongue play with Ranulf's hole. One arm wraps around his lithe body, keeping him in place.

" You look like you're having fun. " Though he doesn't look particularly amused, he does sound like it, hands sitting on each side of his hips as he leans back, knees open enough to allow Akihiko to stuff his face onto the merc's legs, slick with fresh, abundant sweat.

He does have a large chest. Two huge, muscly pectorals that are both firm yet soft to the touch. He's not surprised the little angel is / so / into them. . .

Tonguing, sucking, biting on that little pink hole, Ike is trying everything out, an arm hooked around his thighs to lock him down in place. " Just for me? " He repeats, his tongue straight up fucking into Ranulf's hole now.

Don't mind him as he removes his vest and cape, then. It certainly proves much easier to swing his blade around without the added weight of his metal plates. A pair of trousers, his boots and a sword is all he needs for a good sparring session anyway. Is Felix ready?

And that would be their cue to start, the sound of clashing metal soon ringing in the ears of both; a constant symphony in which they both participated. While Felix may be much quicker than Ike, the latter's blows seem more forceful— it makes for an interesting display of power.

⠀ ⠀ 𝐒𝐎𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒄./𝒍𝒊𝒕. 𝒃𝒊. 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 (𝒅𝒐𝒎) 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 18+. 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒔/𝒘 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒎 ⠀ ⠀

It doesn't hurt him to work out naked once in a while.

|| Bye I already want to flip this account what—

He would gladly assist him whenever. Just give him a call by the barracks when needed. He's guaranteed not to disappoint.

Most certainly. His body is roaring to go. He's simply skimming through his inventory. . . Not doing much else. But Felix's presence is quick to draw his attention. As always, really.

The mercenary shakes his head, closing the distance between the two, hand coyly wrapping around the myrmidon's waist. " Not at all. I have a clean schedule today. . . . Or, not anymore. " One end of his mouth curls upwards into a slight smirk.