[For Dimitri, there's nothing but sweetness. He's utterly clueless as to his own fate and equally clueless to Felix's awareness of it. It leaves him able to fully enjoy the moment, all too happy to press into the kiss the moment Felix returns it. His hand slides back from Felix's cheek into his hair, the arm beneath his pillow stretching out to clasp the hand Felix has near the brick. Having Felix so close and so willing but being unable to properly embrace him is torture, but it's a torture he gladly endures, whimpering softly against Felix's lips.
He does regret not pulling the sheet over his lower half as well, though. Warmth is quickly pooling in his belly, the result of which is easily visible without his jacket in the way. At least Felix can't twist enough to look at it for now.]
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He does regret not pulling the sheet over his lower half as well, though. Warmth is quickly pooling in his belly, the result of which is easily visible without his jacket in the way. At least Felix can't twist enough to look at it for now.]