[Felix would never guess it's still the cusp of winter and spring, what with the way Dimitri's body warms him. It burns, yet there's a masochistic thrill to wrestling with Dimitri's tongue, to chasing Dimitri's heat amidst the ache of desperation that twists his stomach into knots.
It seems Felix won't be able to forget what he wishes to, but this time, he finds himself okay with that. Losing himself in Dimitri isn't so bad, momentary as it is. And for what it's worth, their passions escalate and tip him over the brink, a deep moan rumbling his throat as his release washes over him. It renders him blissfully incapable of thought for the moment, his mind filled with nothing but the sheer existence of the man whose breath he shares that moment.
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It seems Felix won't be able to forget what he wishes to, but this time, he finds himself okay with that. Losing himself in Dimitri isn't so bad, momentary as it is. And for what it's worth, their passions escalate and tip him over the brink, a deep moan rumbling his throat as his release washes over him. It renders him blissfully incapable of thought for the moment, his mind filled with nothing but the sheer existence of the man whose breath he shares that moment.
Just the way he wants it.]