[The air crackles between them, prickling at his skin until he's covered with goosebumps. Dimitri shivers, his thoughts wildly flinging themselves about in his skull, leaving a confused jumble for him to attempt to sort through. He isn't imagining this magnetism, is he? It's as real as the weight of Felix against his chest, as the way he scoots up ever so slightly. Then Felix speaks, asking for him to promise, and his willpower crumbles to dust. Dimitri doesn't respond verbally — doing anything but kissing him right now would be pretending, after all, so he carefully shifts his weight and lifts his head, leaning in to tentatively brush his lips against Felix's.]
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