Byleth is all too happy to slip Squall into his mouth, sinking deep before he pulls back. Dragging his tongue all the way along. Teasing at the slit at the tip of his shaft, the former Professor goes back down for a few more passes before lifting his head again. A hand still wrapped around him, he moves back to quickly free his own length before pressing them together.

One hand for both, pressing his cock flush against Squall's, he strokes them as one. Hips roll slowly as well, adding to the wet friction and slide. Soft moans slip out, and Byleth presses in close again, resting his head on Squall's shoulder as he moves against him.

"Tell me what you want." The panted words come short in the other man's ear at last, and Byleth's hand twists around them.