Chapter 3 - Chapter 3

A few days later, after their first attempt at trying this new thing, Hubert returns home to find Byleth waiting for him, a look on her face that tells him all that he needs to know. She has slipped back into her more dominant persona, a mixture of the stern professor and the capable strategist, all mixed together with something that he knows is entirely meant for him. He thrills to see it, and thrills to imagine what ways she will take control of him tonight.

“I want you on the floor,” she says, wasting no time before getting down to it. “I want you to kneel on your hands and knees in front of me.”

“Of course,” he replies, eager to answer to her requests. Despite her initial hesitation, she has taken to this role rather easily and rather quickly, and of course it is in his nature to take orders and fit himself into his role. He wastes no time in kneeling on the floor before her, propping himself up on his hands and knees, not sure if he should look at the floor or up at her.

He tries the latter and is rewarded with a smile from her as she says, “Very good job. This shouldn’t be too hard for you, Hubert.” She lifts her leg, and rests her foot square on his back, applying a bit of pressure. He resists it, though she is stronger than she looks and he is weaker than he looks, so he is sure that he would not be able to resist for long. If she wanted to, she would be able to knock him over easily, but she just applies regular pressure, to make this a little bit difficult for him.

“If you wish to only use me as a footstool, then I would gladly serve that purpose,” he says, and Byleth hums in appreciation.

“That certainly is an idea,” she says, “but not what I had in mind for you tonight. I’ll just have to file it away for later, I suppose.” Lifting her foot off of him so that she can stand on her own, she continues, “Instead, I just want to see what you are capable of even when dealing with restrictions. To be more specific...sit back and put your arms behind your back.”

Again, Hubert does as he is told, pushing back so that he is only on his knees, sitting up and crossing his hands behind his back, knowing what she is planning and what he needs to do even before she gets out the rope to show to him. Once she has it out, she says, “I’m going to tie your hands behind your back, so that you can show me how capable you are even without them.”

Hubert nods, accepting this willingly and easily, and Byleth circles around him to kneel behind him, securing his wrists in knots that he would not be able to escape easily on his own. At least, without the aid of magic, but a few tugs prove that physical strength would not be enough to break free. Even so, they both know that he is a capable enough mage to escape effortlessly if he needed to, but since this is a simple game based on mutual trust, both know that they do not need to bother thinking about such things.

“Alright, you may stand now,” Byleth says, straightening up and moving back in front of him to study him while he stands up. Hubert keeps his head bowed, low and respectful, and Byleth nods in appreciation at her own handiwork.

Hubert will have to pleasure her without his hands, which he knows he is capable of, but it will still be a bit of a challenge for him. He relies a lot on the skill of his fingers, the way Byleth writhes beneath his touch, and she knows that as well. In a way, she is depriving herself with this challenge, but if he is able to rise to the occasion, then she will not actually have anything to worry about when it comes to her pleasure.

Hubert has no intention of letting her down, and he says, “My lady, I am prepared to serve you whenever you are ready.”
“You’re so eager,” she says, as she begins to undress for him, “and I like that.” He can’t help but watch with poorly disguised hunger in his eyes, the restrictions that he is under only causing his lust for her to grow in response to everything that she does. Hubert wants her, and knows that he can only have her on her terms, and that should make it difficult for him to restrain himself, but he is ready for this.

He has always been ready for this, and this is exactly the sort of challenge that he wanted from her. Swallowing hard, he braces himself as the last of her clothing falls to the floor, and she takes a seat on the edge of the bed.

“Come on,” she says, beckoning for him. “Let’s see what you can do for me like this, and if you can even measure up to your usual efforts without the use of your hands.”

Hubert is certain that he can, holding nothing back as he crosses the room to follow her, kneeling between her spread legs. Starting off by eating her out would be the most obvious course of action, but he decides to start higher and work his way down, building up anticipation as he goes. Already, he thinks about how much easier this would be with his hands, when he could offer her multiple forms of stimulation all at once. That would be no trouble for him at all, and he knows that it would leave her adequately satisfied, but thinking about what he could have done does nothing to help him in his current situation.

Hubert must do his best with what he has, and hope that his performance is sufficient even if he is not able to overwhelm like he ordinarily would. He presses his lips to the side of her neck, kissing her there and moving down, taking things slowly. If he will not be able to overwhelm her with too much stimulation, then he can try to take things slowly, so that the lack of stimulation builds her anticipation enough to make it all the sweeter for her in the end.

His lips travel slowly down her neck, until he reaches her shoulders. He takes his time kissing and nibbling along each shoulder, and despite her show of control, Byleth is not able to stop herself from whimpering from time to time, and from squirming each time his teeth graze her skin. She is still weak to his treatment, no matter how hard she may try to play at being immune. Whether or not she can talk a good game or play her role well does not mean anything when it comes to just how easy she is for him to please.

Hubert begins to feel more confident in himself, knowing that he will do good enough for her. His own needs will not distract him, because he knows that hers come first, and that, if he does his job well enough, then she will likely reward him with satisfaction. In the meantime, he continues to kiss along her shoulders and then her collarbone, until his lips reach her chest.

He presses a kiss to one of her already erect nipples, drawing it between his lips so that he can flick his tongue over it, and listen to the way that Byleth squeaks when he does so. She is sensitive and he will take advantage of that, sucking lightly until she is squirming so much that he decides it is time to switch off to her other nipple.

Repeating the process, he once again starts slow before getting into it, but this time, he spends more time with his tongue, teasingly licking her nipple, listening to each catch of her breath. And then he simply sucks at her dutifully, and Byleth finally gives in to the moans that have been threatening to spill forth this entire time. She praises him, though her words are starting to become difficult to understand as they mingle with her moans- Hubert still understands her because he lives for praise from one that he is serving.

He lingers there a moment longer before resuming his descent with his mouth, kissing down her stomach now, and Byleth’s breath catches in her throat again as he kneels lower and lower, his body following the trail that he leaves on her stomach, until finally, his face is level with her thighs. Hubert kisses her inner thighs as well, wondering if he should see just how much he can tease her like this, but then she speaks up, her voice commanding, if not a little shaky, as she orders, “Do not dawdle anymore.”

She doesn’t have to tell him twice, and he nestles his face between her legs, burying his tongue inside of her eagerly, almost greedily. He has teased her long enough, and now he will show Byleth just how devoted he is, just how much he can do for her, with only his tongue to use to prove himself, with his hands still bound behind his back. Hubert never needed them to please her, that much is evident by the way she moans unrestrained for him now, eager to allow herself to give into the pleasures that have been building.

He does not stop until she comes, hard and sudden, his name on her lips and her hand coming to rest on the back of his head, and even as she begins to settle down, he still remains at work, determined not to stop until she tells him otherwise. When Byleth does finally speak up, she says, “Now, Hubert...would you like a reward for a job well done?”

He looks up at her to say, “Serving you is all that I need.”

“I want this as well,” she replies, and he is glad to hear it. Of course, he is aching with his need for her, so if she were to take him at face value and deny him satisfaction, that would have been like torture for him, but it would have been torture that he would still gladly accept. Instead, she has him lay on his back while she undoes his pants, his hands still bound.

His arms hurt a bit from how he lays on them, and he doesn’t care at all, just eager to have her on top of him. Byleth sinks down on him slowly, so that she can make Hubert whimper this time, and he has to bite his lip to keep himself from begging her for more, from overstepping his bounds. His self-control holds firm until he is buried within her, and then he can’t hold back the noises of pleasure as his lover begins to ride him.

At the very least, he is controlled enough not to thrust up into her while she has her way with him, knowing better than to move more than she wants him to. He keeps his hips under control, no matter how much his body may want him to try to take the lead, and that only makes it all the more delicious, as Byleth rides him with a steady rhythm, drawing this out so much that he could cry from how much he needs to come.

She does allow him to, though, telling him that once she has finished, he doesn’t need to hold back. Of course, she must have known that he wouldn’t have had any option, because the sensation of her orgasm is more than enough to push him over the edge, jerking up into her one time as he groans, giving in.

Byleth allows him to catch his breath as she rolls him over to untie him, murmuring praise all the while, and Hubert is proud of himself and overwhelmed by bliss. 

~X~

Depending on their moods, Hubert and Byleth will do things differently. Their daily life goes on as always, and now that things are really starting to progress, with Edelgard’s ambitions and the full extermination of the Agarthans, there have been talks of marriage, with a wedding perhaps on the horizon. Of course, neither of them want anything too flashy, even with their positions in the empire, so for now, no major plans are made. There will always be time later.

But beyond their daily lives, there are their nights together, always seeming to increase in passion, even when, each time, it seems that there is no further they can go together. Hubert never thought he could enjoy something so much, or that he could spend so much time on something without growing bored, but nothing with Byleth has ever been boring.

And they do things differently, depending on how they feel, and oftentimes, their moods match up well enough that there is no need for compromise. She enjoys submitting just as much as she enjoys taking control, and he enjoys making her squirm just as much as he enjoys taking on the role of her obedient and loyal servant. And some nights, neither care much for roles, and would rather just enjoy each other without building a game around it.

Some nights, he will hold her close and they will kiss for so long that it feels like they have been like this for hours, and then he will push inside of her slowly and almost delicately, the two of them working their hips together, their gasping moans the only sounds in the room, until they are both content and satisfied. Then, they will fall asleep together, feeling completely at ease.

Other nights, they are more frantic with one another, tearing at their clothes as soon as they are alone together, somehow made impatient by the day spent apart, or made impatient by being made to work so closely together, while doing nothing to indicate how close they actually are. By the time they are alone, there is nothing that can hold either of them back, and they could spend hours and hours going at each other, and never feel truly satisfied.

Eventually, sleep will always take them as they exhaust themselves with each other, and when they wake up in the morning, they are finally calm, having slept off whatever remnants of lust that they had. In the daylight, none of it remains, and they continue on as normal, their night of overwhelming desire, their inability to keep off each other for even a second, kept only between the two of them, and the professional way in which they conduct themselves does nothing to betray them.

They are very much in love and yet still very much themselves, going about their routines just as they always do, and locking themselves away each night to properly enjoy their time alone.

Of course, there are the nights where they have plenty of time to themselves, and where their impatience has not grown to a point that they can only grab at each other and exhaust themselves. They are not so lost in sentimentality that laying together and gently and easily fucking will do the trick either, and with their moods so often evenly lined up like this, there is no need to work out a compromise, with both almost always knowing what the other wants, just based on their own desires.

Some nights, Hubert will take her hand and get down on one knee to kiss it, offering his services to see to whatever needs she may have, and other nights, he will pin her down and tell her not to move a muscle until he instructs her to, and Byleth is always soon swept up in it.

~X~

She sits on her knees, her hands behind her back, not moving at all, just as Hubert has instructed her. Remaining still, she looks straight ahead, until he reaches down to put a finger beneath her chin, tilting her head up so that she can look at him. He makes eye contact with her and gives her a chilling smirk, one that has terrified more than a few enemies in his time, but one that leaves her shuddering with pleasure, unable to hide her arousal from him.

“It’s amazing,” he says, in a low voice, “that I don’t even need to tie you up anymore. If I were to leave you just like that, I know you would do as you are told, and remain still for me. Your hands stay behind your back even when I don’t bind them. I always knew you could break out of your bonds if you wanted to, and now that you follow my orders even when you aren’t tied up, I know that you never would have tried to break out.”

She does not say anything in response to him, only maintaining eye contact, and his smirk spreads into a smile, to praise her. When Byleth is like this, she is perfectly obedient, sometimes sensing what he wants before he even has to say it. She does not look up unless made to, and does not speak unless he insists that she does, and she never moves out of the positions that he wants her in, even though he no longer uses rope to keep her in place.

He moves his hand then, standing up straight so that he push his cock to her lips, letting her know what he wants her to do without saying it. Byleth wraps her lips around it, and Hubert lets out a deep breath he had not realized he’d been holding. Groaning as he relaxes into it, he lets her take the lead for a moment, letting her simply pleasure him, drawing him deeper into her mouth.

It would be easy enough just to let her take care of things entirely, and he is tempted, as he rests a hand on the back of her head. But he knows that she will be far more satisfied if he takes matters into his own hands, and so he only lets himself relax for a moment, while she does all the work. Yes, it would definitely be easy to just leave everything to her while she uses her mouth to pleasure him, always knowing just what he needs, and never letting up until he is already at his limit, and already completely lost to pleasure.

But they both like it even more when he grabs hold of the back of her head, suddenly rough in his treatment, and she moans as he holds her in place, groaning and pushing into her mouth, no longer allowing Byleth to set the pace for herself. She likes it better this way, and loves the way he begins to jerk his hips into her mouth, fucking her face without hesitation, until she can just barely handle it, and just barely keep from gagging on his cock.

When they were still figuring things out, he did not know how to keep her from gagging, and she struggled to take him all at once, but now, that is no issue for either of them. And it would be so easy to finish himself off like this, and he doubts that Byleth would voice any complaint, even if she were not playing her part, even if she were speaking freely. Even so, he decides against that just the same as he decided against letting her take care of everything for him, no matter how easy that may have been.

Hubert pulls back so that he can fuck her properly then, pulling her up from where she kneels and pinning her against the wall, where he is able to have his way with her.

~X~

When Byleth is on top, and Hubert is made to lay still and let her take what she wants from him, there is an almost cold look in her eyes, like what he is used to from her days as his mysterious new professor. She has an air about her now like what she did back then, and he is impressed that she is able to turn it on and off so seamlessly, switching back to the way she was before whenever it best suits her needs. Or, rather, his needs, that she tends to very well.

When he is in one of those moods, she can often sense it, getting into character before he even needs to ask, taking control and bossing him around, letting him know whatever he needs to do to keep her happy in that moment. Hubert always willingly follows along, whether it be letting her ride him and use him like this, or letting her sit on his face and take advantage of his vulnerability to her, or proving that, like her, he has no need to be tied up, because his body will obey her every command, no matter what.
Even so, she likes to bring rope into it sometimes, and he is always excited about that part.

There is no rope tonight, but his arms are to remain at his sides as he lays flat, not allowed to do anything but take it, and from time to time, she will slow down just to torment him, and leave him stiff and agonized beneath her, knowing that he can’t do anything to claim pleasure for himself. Hubert loves every second of it, groaning and whimpering, half-tempted to beg her for more, but he has a feeling that if he were to do that, she might stop entirely, just to see how long it would take him to crack.

Byleth could torture and torment him so easily like this, and he would love it either way, but decides to play things safe today, doing just as she tells him, without being bold enough to beg for more. If this is about her, then he should be content with whatever she does to him, and be grateful that he is given any pleasure at all, while wanting only to ensure that she gets what she needs.

Slowly but surely, she rises and falls on his cock, leaving his panting and desperate, and every time she moans for him, it gives him such a thrill that he can hardly contain himself. She remains steady on top of him, not needing him to hold onto her hips like he normally would whenever he had her ride him, bouncing on top of him with confidence, even as she begins to pick up the pace.

He could cry from how good it feels as she begins to lose herself in it, no longer able to tease him as she focuses on taking what it is that she really wants. She rides him in earnest now, using him for all that he is worth, working herself into a frenzy as she does so, until she is panting and crying out, his name on her lips every time. He is so weak now, barely able to wait for permission, though he knows that he must outlast her, no matter what. Even if he falters before she says that he can come, he can never finish before her, and prides himself on his restraint even in moments like these.

It is so difficult, even so, to hold back as she cries out out last with her climax, left to catch her breath on top of him while he remains rigid beneath her, fighting against his every impulse until she looks down him and finally, breathlessly says, “You’ve done a good job, go right ahead.”

~X~

In the open, they are the same with each other as they have always been, and focus only on their work. They do nothing physical to show how close they are, because the two of them more than take care of all of that when they are alone each night, keeping it as a part of their routine. 

~X~

Living in peace is such a strange feeling for the two of them, who previously only found their peace alone with each other, but when they can join the rest of the continent in no longer being at war, Hubert and Byleth can also finally announce their engagement. Surprisingly, it does not come as a surprise to many people, and most of his former classmates claim to have seen this coming for years, which he thinks is pretty odd, since he sure as hell didn’t see it coming all the way back then.

But that does not matter, because at the core of it all, they are saying that they are happy for the two of them, and that they make a good couple, that they are going to be very happy together. Hubert already knew that part, but he appreciates the well-wishers all the same.

As per his and his bride’s request, the wedding is a small and private affair, rather than the massive ceremony that might be expected of two people so close to the emperor. Neither he nor Byleth have ever been much for show, after all, and without family to invite, the only people they want there are those who have fought by their sides. Really, if it were just the two of them with Edelgard watching over them, he would be content, but at the same time, over the years, he has grown to appreciate everyone who has been a part of his life, and he realizes now that it would not be quite the same without them.

His friends and classmates, his bride’s friends and students. They have all been through so much together, and some of them have already gotten married themselves, not wanting to wait, or not having the chance to wait, until a decent time after the war. In a way, it feels like Byleth and Hubert took things significantly slower than everyone else, but considering their personalities, that does not seem all that unusual either way. And, in the end, as long as they are happy, who could complain?

The private ceremony does not last long, nor does the celebration afterwards, though that is due to the newlyweds giving everyone the slip before things are over and done with, though that does not come as much of a surprise. The two of them are eager to spend time alone together now, and anyone would be able to tell. It is honestly better for them that they got away when they did, because the remarks about the wedding night would have surely embarrassed them both.

~X~

Fortunately, the two of them are already long gone before comments like that begin, back to their own room, previously only Hubert’s, so Byleth has spent a fair amount of time here. His family has no land, and she comes from nothing, but living in the palace, where they can continue to serve the emperor, suits them both much better than having an estate to return to, so both are happy with this.

They live here together now, and tomorrow she will finish moving her few possessions here, freeing up the room that she has been staying in since relocating from the monastery. Now, they will not have to be cautious about going to see one another at night, because they will not have to visit each other, and they will be expected to return to the same room each night. They have felt almost like a married couple for a long time, but now that it is official, they can already feel the difference.

“So, now that we’re married, I suppose we can finally-”

“Please don’t finish that sentence,” Byleth interrupts, a hint of a smile on her face. “Joking like that isn’t like you.”

“I thought it might be more fitting, considering the light mood,” Hubert replies with a smirk. “And it is rather funny, in a way. Tonight should have been out first time, but since you were so impatient, things escalated a lot more quickly than that.”

“Just me? The way I remember it, you were just as needy as I was,” Byleth retorts, not missing a beat. “In fact, after a while, you were practically begging me to tie you up and have my way with you.”

“Not until after you wanted me to tie you up and have my way with you,” he replies, just as quick thinking as she is. “Don’t tell me that you’ve already forgotten that part. I know that I certainly never could.”

At this point, she knows that she has no argument, and hesitates for a moment, trying to think of anything that she can say to refute him. But she soon gives up, and instead pulls her husband into a kiss, her arms thrown around his neck. Hubert eagerly returns the kiss, more than happy to put their fake argument on hold to do what they have actually come here to do, the reason behind the two of them slipping out of their own party too quickly.

Both were impatient, both were made to stand too close throughout the day, and that left them tempted and needy. The excitement in the air only fueled the excitement between the two of them, until there was no way that they could continue hanging around their friends and pretending as if everything were normal, as if they weren’t dying to escape to their room and rip the clothes from the other.

Needless to say, that part does not take long to happen, and before long, they have to pull out of their kiss, stripping the other down, neither wanting to wait even a second longer.  He has her on his bed soon, without either of them having to discuss what they want to do, or how they want to do things. Tonight is all about taking things as they come, giving into their desire as if this wedding night really is their first time together, as if they have been waiting forever for this.

Byleth is on her back, her arms wrapped around Hubert’s neck, her nails digging into his skin as she drags them down, and down his back. He groans as she scratches at him, and leans down to nip at her neck, earning a whimper from her. She pulls herself up so that she can press her body against his, teasing and taunting him with her touch, with the warmth radiating off of her, and she must be able to feel by now just how badly he already wants her, and if she only glanced, she would easily be able to see. But her face is nuzzled against his neck, taking in his scent as she grinds against him, frantic and desperate, and her energy is contagious.

It is far from their first time, and yet it is hard not to get swept up in the excitement as if it is, the two of them more needy than they have ever been before, so caught up in one another that there is nothing else they can think about, nothing else for them but each other. It seems like a lifetime ago that either of them were so unsure of themselves and their feelings. Now, everything fits just like it should, and things could not be any more natural between the two of them.

Hubert pushes her back down, flat on her back, and pins her hands above her head, while he nips at her neck, making her squirm in her anticipation, gasping out his name. It seems like a lifetime ago that a relationship with Byleth seemed like an unattainable dream, seemed like the most unrealistic of fantasies, and yet he has her now, and she is his wife. The two of them have become inseparable, and have grown so used to their closeness that it is almost hard to remember the time before they were together, or to remember what it is like to not have Byleth at his side every night, to think that he would always spend his life alone, in service to the emperor but with no one to call his own.

At one point in time, he thought a solitary life would be just fine, and now, he can’t imagine having to spend the rest of his days without the woman he loves. So much has changed, and over such a short amount of time that feels like a century, at least, rather than the year- has it been a year already?- that they have spent together. Now, Byleth writhes beneath him, impatient and needy, and Hubert bites along her neck, teasing her with his cock, rubbing against her, but not quite pushing inside of her, not yet.

“Come on,” she whines, after a moment. He is only used to hearing such emotion in her voice when they are fucking; otherwise, she remains the same as she always has. Only like this, in their most intimate moments, does she show him a side that no one else will ever get to see. “You’re really going to keep me waiting right now?”

“Do you have a problem with that?” he asks. “I thought you were trying to prove that you weren’t needy.”

“That conversation is long over. If you keep teasing me, you know I’m going to get you back for this later.”

“I’m counting on that, of course,” he replies. “I’m surprised you haven’t figured that out already.”

“If you want that so badly, then get off of me and let me give it to you.”

“And give up what I’ve already won? Never.”

With that, he finally pushes inside of her, giving her what she wants, and so suddenly that she can only let out a sharp cry, losing her ability to think clearly in the moment. As for Hubert, he groans with relief, sinking down into her, glad to at least be done tormenting himself. There will be plenty of torment at her hands in the days to come, with the time that they will have off to celebrate their marriage. They were given the option to travel, but with nowhere they want to go, they are more than happy to spend their time locked away together, and fucking as much as possible.

He lets go of her hands, and she wraps them around him again, digging her nails into his skin like before, dragging them down his back and leaving him moaning for her. She arches her back as he begins to thrust into her, soon falling into a desperate rhythm, no longer keeping up the front of trying to dominate her or tease her anymore. Right now, he belongs to her just as much as she belongs to him.

Her voice breaks as she calls out his name, and he calls out for her as well, barely registering his own voice anymore. It is far from their first time, but with the way that they go at it, with the excitement of their marriage, it is just as good and just as memorable. Their wedding night does not lose any of its significance just because they have not been able to keep their hands off of each other for a very long time.

When she comes, she clings to him, dragging her nails down his back, and Hubert is not far behind her, pushed over the edge by her passion. Everything fades away for the moment, leaving the two of them to catch their breath, relaxing into their ecstasy. The night is still young, and they have a few more days where they have nothing else on their agenda, so they will rest up for a little while, and then they will be back at it again.

It seems like a lifetime ago, and yet it seems hard to believe that it has only been around a year since their dangerous mission, where they were taken captive and Hubert found himself admitting his feelings, only to discover that they were not nearly as unrequited as he thought. It feels like a lifetime since then, but they still have a lifetime together, a lifetime that he knows will be spent with Byleth at his side. 

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