nealuchi | praise on your lips, praise for your lips

Title: praise on your lips, praise for your lips
Fandom: Fire Emblem Engage
Character(s): Alcryst, Alear
Pairing(s): Alear/Alcryst
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 336
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: Alear has a plan to help Alcryst get better at accepting compliments.
Notes:

The principle of Alear's plan is simple: if Alear gives Alcryst compliments in a situation where he can't automatically deny them, maybe it'll make him better at accepting compliments even when he can.

That the implementation of this plan involves Alcryst on his knees with Alear's cock in his mouth is not the point, but neither is it an aspect either of them mind all that much.

"You're so cute, Alcryst." Alear brushes Alcryst's hair away from his face. "You're beautiful, and I'm lucky to be with you."

Alcryst's answer is a muffled groan. The praise makes his face flush and his thighs quiver. He takes Alear an inch further into his mouth, feeling a sense of pride at the way Alear gasps.

"A-and you're so, so good at this," Alear says. His hips tremble with the effort of not simply thrusting further into Alear's throat. "Your mouth feels wonderful."

Anyone would be lucky to have the honor of giving the Divine Dragon pleasure - but Alear said that Alcryst was good at this, and Alcryst doesn't know anyone else he can compare himself to to deny it. It may not be the most princely of skills, but it makes Alear happy, and that is more important to Alcryst than nearly anything. He pushes himself further, to hear more sweet words from Alear's lips.

"You're amazing, you're, oh, oh, Alcryst-" Alear doesn't manage a coherent warning before spilling over into Alcryst's mouth.

Alcryst swallows around him, only pulling back when he's received all of Alear's blessing. He presses his face into Alear's thigh. "…Thank you, Divine One. You're too kind to me."

"Shouldn't I be thanking you?" Alear gently tugs him to his feet. "…You know… I could stand to be a little better at accepting compliments, too."

Oh. Oh.

"I-I would be honored to help in any way I can, but you don't need to-"

There he goes. Even Alcryst can't protest too much; he only thinks to not grip the Divine One's hair too tightly.