[Felix isn't wrong, but for now... Dimitri thinks he doesn't want to be satiated. If this heat leaves him while they're still closed in, icy fear will take its place. He takes a shaky breath, drying his hand off on his own shirt before tangling his fingers in Felix's hair, holding him there against his neck. He hums softly in affirmation, making a fist just tight enough to tug at the silky strands woven between his fingers.]
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