[It's just leaning on Dimitri for support, yet Felix's cheeks warm anew at the contact as he leans over and rests his cheek against Dimitri's bared shoulder. How inconvenient of him to forget that Dimitri has decided to do away with his shirt for the occasion, but here he is, reaping the consequences of his actions and firing up like he's trapped in a Bolganone-powered furnace.
Except there's nothing painful about it, considering how his skin tingles pleasantly against Dimitri's. Completely wrong in this context, yet here he is, shamefully indulging as he settles for closing his eyes, not at all trusting them to keep Felix's feelings to himself should Dimitri seem them.]
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[It's just leaning on Dimitri for support, yet Felix's cheeks warm anew at the contact as he leans over and rests his cheek against Dimitri's bared shoulder. How inconvenient of him to forget that Dimitri has decided to do away with his shirt for the occasion, but here he is, reaping the consequences of his actions and firing up like he's trapped in a Bolganone-powered furnace.
Except there's nothing painful about it, considering how his skin tingles pleasantly against Dimitri's. Completely wrong in this context, yet here he is, shamefully indulging as he settles for closing his eyes, not at all trusting them to keep Felix's feelings to himself should Dimitri seem them.]