Let me know if you need any help getting undressed. I shall finish filling the tub in the meantime.
[Dimitri hesitates for a moment, reluctant to put any distance between them... but seeing Felix soaked in blood, even if it isn't his, is disturbing enough to prompt him to return to his task.]
[The stains are well on their way to drying up, but still feel sticky against Felix's skin as he peels his clothes off. His clothes are a disaster...]
Could you throw these into a bucket to soak? [Shivering as he sits naked on the bed, Felix gestures to the discarded garments next to him.] I'll... take care of them later.
[He has a spare set packed, but it'd be good not to let go of his current set, stained as they are. That said, he'll try to stand, but with his footing a little unstable, he sits right back down, chewing lightly on his lower lip as he ponders upon how he should cross that short distance between them.]
[Thankfully, cleaning blood from clothing involves cold water, so he won't have to wait for a bucketful to heat. Dimitri lightly lathers the clothes and adds his shirt in with them before leaving them and returning to Felix's side. Initially, he doesn't think that much of the nudity, but when he reaches out to support him and meets with so much bare skin, he can't help but remember all at once how long it's been. There were certain things he refused to do while he was trapped in that cell, not willing to give his captors a chance to mock him.
Dimitri shivers.]
Come. It is plenty warm near the hearth. Just lean on me...
[And Felix does, more than glad for the support before he grips the edge of the tub and carefully climbs in. A pleasured sigh escapes him as he sinks into the warm water, a relief along with his nausea and headache ebbing.
He does not linger though, and after a while, he starts reaching for the soap, determined to make this quick so Dimitri could have his turn.]
[Noting Felix reaching for the soap, Dimitri hands it over — but not before lathering up his own hands, too. He reaches in to wash Felix's back, his touch somewhat trepidatious, as if he's not sure he should be doing it at all. It seems wrong to indulge, knowing what happened to Dedue, what will surely happen to anyone that dares to stand in Edelgard's way...]
[That Dimitri wants to help is something of a surprise. But a pleasant one, and Felix hums his assent as Dimitri goes about it. Still, he can't help but notice his hesitation, unusual, but understandable, perhaps...]
[Though that isn't exactly what was troubling him, it is reassuring all the same. Dimitri takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly as he at least partially gives in to the urge to embrace Felix. He nuzzles into the crook of his neck from behind, wrapping both his arms around his chest.]
[Dimitri embracing him like this is so unthinkable that Felix tenses under that warm hug. But all the same, it's welcome, too welcome that emotion swells in his chest at the reality of it.
Felix's shoulders relax as he reaches to keep Dimitri's arms in place, hugging them close as he hangs his head.]
[As if possessing a will of their own, Dimitri's hands start wandering, gliding over Felix's torso. Though he is technically washing him, the first flickers of heat start to stir at the contact.]
Felix...
[Trailing off, Dimitri frowns to himself. Felix is sick, he can't just — take him right here in bathwater that will cool within fifteen minutes.]
[Innocuous as the touch is supposed to be--or so Felix thinks they might be in this context, his gut twists in anticipation anyway, wondering where Dimitri's hand may wander next--]
Alright.
[Dimitri's voice snaps him out of his small reverie, drawing to mind other matters, like the water cooling around him. He tilts his head as instructed, allowing Dimitri to take care of that as Felix finishes up with washing his body. This, perhaps, isn't the most appropriate place or time to feel so aroused, but when it has been too long, it's quite difficult not to notice or indulge in Dimitri's proximity...]
[Once he's finished with Felix's hair, Dimitri forces himself to pull back. Not for too long — just long enough to shake out some blankets that were already in the shelter and lay them out before the hearth. He'll grab the drying cloths from their supplies and have them at the ready when Felix is finished. Dimitri tries not to make direct eye contact as he reaches out to help him stand.]
Just try to get as dry as you can for now. I will join you shortly.
[Felix is a little unsteady when he gets on his feet again, having made himself quite comfortable in the bath. But he does not feel like he's in as much danger compared to earlier as he steps a few paces away and dries himself by the fire, using the cloths that Dimitri had prepared. He'll sit by the fire for a while to mostly dry his hair, shivering slightly in the cold contrasting with the warmth emanating from it.
Once that's done with, he sits on the bed again, a towel around his shoulders as he waits for Dimitri.]
[With the water quickly cooling, Dimitri makes short work of the bath. But after he's dried off, he takes a moment to dump all the dirty ones in the tub. They can be washed properly later, but the soapy water will help loosen things up... hopefully. He almost gets out some of those spare clothes to put on, but as he finally takes a peek at Felix again, he can't help but notice his state of undress.
Suddenly, his mouth feels dry.
Dimitri crosses the room without so much as a towel wrapped around his hips, settling down beside Felix and studying him quietly. The thought that he could actually want Dimitri to touch him after seeing him torturing that traitor seems too good to be true. He lifts a hand to tuck some of Felix's hair behind his ear, his touch lingering near where his jaw meets his neck.]
[Felix... would be lying if he said he did not have some ulterior motive for remaining undressed like his. While it's more comfortable drying himself like this, another part of him can't help but notice the way Dimitri was holding him earlier. Is there something more to it than just Felix's imagination? And if there is, would Felix take that invitation?
The answer to both questions, by the looks of it, is yes. Half-lidded gaze flickering up to meet Dimitri's, he keeps Dimitri's hand in place with his own as it lingers.]
Will you... touch me again? [Felix asks shyly, lowering his gaze after he lets those words slip. Warm as his cheeks grow at the question, the truth is, he does not care. How long it has been, how much blood has stained this very hand he's holding close. It's Dimitri, and that's all that matters, especially when he seems to be back as can be.]
[Tense as he is, the touch of Felix's hand has him jumping slightly, eyes widening at the question. They're suffering while you waste your time, says a voice in his head. Dimitri knows, it's all he can think about at times — but as much as he tells himself he's "dead" along with those he's lost, he's still in a living body. A living body with a beating heart, one that yearns to be with Felix despite his mission. How pathetic.]
You would still want that? [he answers softly, already starting to lean in. Dimitri stops short of actually kissing him, pausing there with their noses lightly brushing against each other.
He's always loved you.]
I hear them, even now... does that not frighten you?
[Again he trails off, but this time it's to let his gaze rove over Felix's body. Beautiful — he hasn't changed at all. Even though Dimitri's wounds all healed quite well thanks to the prompt treatment, he can't help but feel like a bit of a mess in comparison to Felix's elegance. Perhaps he should take more care to eat properly from now on...
Dimitri lowers his head, pressing a soft, almost timid kiss to where he left that mark what seems like a lifetime ago.]
[A groan rumbles through Felix's throat as Dimitri settles for pressing his lips against it, an act that feels like a lifetime ago as Felix wraps his arm around Dimitri's waist, palm pushing against the small of his back to urge him closer.]
[Something inside Dimitri just snaps when he hears that groan. He knows it's wrong to do this — the Dimitri Felix loves may not have entirely died at Duscur, but he surely did in that prison cell. But he truly has become that beast now, and he's no better at holding back in this arena than he is at restraining his bloodlust. With a guttural moan that borders on a growl, he gives in, biting down on Felix's neck with bruising force. His hands find Felix's wrists as he pushes him back toward the wall, pinning him there. It's as if he's forgotten how to be gentle when any sort of urgency takes hold, a slave to his instincts.]
[It may be rougher than Dimitri has been with him the past week, but it's more than welcome than being pushed away that Felix simply accepts it, letting Dimitri edge him towards the wall as he continues to latch onto him like the beast Felix has always accused him of being.
Still, he has stopped caring a long time ago, since he and Dimitri managed to find each other in this tenuous reality, and he's not about to start caring now. Humming softly, he rolls his hips forward with what he could manage in this position, pressing against Dimitri's thigh in need in an unspoken cry for more.]
[The movement of Felix's hips his quick to catch his attention, and Dimitri starts making his way downward. Before, he would have been using his lips and tongue more than anything else — his tongue is certainly still in play, but instead of sweet kisses, he marks his path with sharp nips. He pauses for a moment when he reaches Felix's thighs, trying to remember if he saw any oil in those supplies... he doesn't think he did, so he'll just spread Felix's legs wide to start tonguing at his entrance.]
[Some of these nips are going to bruise--and are already starting to--but all that escapes Felix are needy gasps at particularly rough ones. He lets his hands fall on either side of him when Dimitri lets go in favor of lavishing his entrance with attention, indicative of his intention.
He hasn't prepared for this prospect at all, thinking it the last thing on Dimitri's mind given everything that's happened. But when Dimitri is so willing and responsive unlike before, it's hard to care about the discomfort that's sure to come. So he simply spreads his legs some more when prompted, inviting Dimitri's tongue with a groan as he twitches underneath him.]
[Nuzzling in closer, Dimitri traces a slow, wet circle over sensitive flesh. Felix is tense, but he supposes that's to be expected with everything that's going on. Dimitri is tense, too — and if Felix being unwell means that he has to run from soldiers instead of taking his sweet time with them, then he has to release that tension somehow, doesn't he? Intent on his task, he licks the entirety of the cleft his face is buried in, from the bottom to the top and then back down again. It's a motion he repeats a few times, increasing the pressure until he feels a little bit of give, like he might be able to push his tongue right inside him if he tries hard enough.
In a sadistic sort of way, he's tempted to torment Felix like this long enough to make him beg for mercy.]
[As Dimitri goes on, Felix tangles his hands into the thin sheets beneath him, fingers digging into them as Dimitri continues working him open.
But when Dimitri just keeps up with teasing him, keeping at a steady rhythm for a few more minutes longer than Felix think he should, he finds himself wanting, heat flaring within as his nerves tingle, craving for more than what Dimitri's offering that moment.]
More, [Felix whispers, toes curling in anticipation as he hopes for Dimitri to answer his call.]
It's exactly what he's wanted for months, now: someone completely at his mercy, pleading the way Dimitri shamefully found himself doing at Cornelia's hands. That he can be satisfied when Felix is the one he's tormenting is disturbing, but at the same time, there's no denying that he's still angry with him for allowing Dedue to go through with such a horrible plan.
Both his hands slide up underneath Felix's body to squeeze his ass. Keeping his cheeks parted, Dimitri wriggles his tongue, relentlessly pushing forward until the ring of muscle gives way, allowing him to plunge his tongue inside. It's not the "more" Felix was asking for and he knows it, but despite his own aching arousal, he finds himself content to swirl his tongue in a wide circle instead of him, slowly stretching his rim.]
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[Dimitri hesitates for a moment, reluctant to put any distance between them... but seeing Felix soaked in blood, even if it isn't his, is disturbing enough to prompt him to return to his task.]
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Could you throw these into a bucket to soak? [Shivering as he sits naked on the bed, Felix gestures to the discarded garments next to him.] I'll... take care of them later.
[He has a spare set packed, but it'd be good not to let go of his current set, stained as they are. That said, he'll try to stand, but with his footing a little unstable, he sits right back down, chewing lightly on his lower lip as he ponders upon how he should cross that short distance between them.]
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[Thankfully, cleaning blood from clothing involves cold water, so he won't have to wait for a bucketful to heat. Dimitri lightly lathers the clothes and adds his shirt in with them before leaving them and returning to Felix's side. Initially, he doesn't think that much of the nudity, but when he reaches out to support him and meets with so much bare skin, he can't help but remember all at once how long it's been. There were certain things he refused to do while he was trapped in that cell, not willing to give his captors a chance to mock him.
Dimitri shivers.]
Come. It is plenty warm near the hearth. Just lean on me...
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[And Felix does, more than glad for the support before he grips the edge of the tub and carefully climbs in. A pleasured sigh escapes him as he sinks into the warm water, a relief along with his nausea and headache ebbing.
He does not linger though, and after a while, he starts reaching for the soap, determined to make this quick so Dimitri could have his turn.]
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I'm... not going to break if you touch me.
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I know.
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Felix's shoulders relax as he reaches to keep Dimitri's arms in place, hugging them close as he hangs his head.]
Good.
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Felix...
[Trailing off, Dimitri frowns to himself. Felix is sick, he can't just — take him right here in bathwater that will cool within fifteen minutes.]
...tilt your head back. I will tend to your hair.
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Alright.
[Dimitri's voice snaps him out of his small reverie, drawing to mind other matters, like the water cooling around him. He tilts his head as instructed, allowing Dimitri to take care of that as Felix finishes up with washing his body. This, perhaps, isn't the most appropriate place or time to feel so aroused, but when it has been too long, it's quite difficult not to notice or indulge in Dimitri's proximity...]
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Just try to get as dry as you can for now. I will join you shortly.
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[Felix is a little unsteady when he gets on his feet again, having made himself quite comfortable in the bath. But he does not feel like he's in as much danger compared to earlier as he steps a few paces away and dries himself by the fire, using the cloths that Dimitri had prepared. He'll sit by the fire for a while to mostly dry his hair, shivering slightly in the cold contrasting with the warmth emanating from it.
Once that's done with, he sits on the bed again, a towel around his shoulders as he waits for Dimitri.]
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Suddenly, his mouth feels dry.
Dimitri crosses the room without so much as a towel wrapped around his hips, settling down beside Felix and studying him quietly. The thought that he could actually want Dimitri to touch him after seeing him torturing that traitor seems too good to be true. He lifts a hand to tuck some of Felix's hair behind his ear, his touch lingering near where his jaw meets his neck.]
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The answer to both questions, by the looks of it, is yes. Half-lidded gaze flickering up to meet Dimitri's, he keeps Dimitri's hand in place with his own as it lingers.]
Will you... touch me again? [Felix asks shyly, lowering his gaze after he lets those words slip. Warm as his cheeks grow at the question, the truth is, he does not care. How long it has been, how much blood has stained this very hand he's holding close. It's Dimitri, and that's all that matters, especially when he seems to be back as can be.]
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You would still want that? [he answers softly, already starting to lean in. Dimitri stops short of actually kissing him, pausing there with their noses lightly brushing against each other.
He's always loved you.]
I hear them, even now... does that not frighten you?
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Always, [Felix breathes, squeezing Dimitri's hand.] I promised. No matter whose voices you hear, I'll always...
[...love you.
But the words don't make it past his lips, blocked by a lump in his throat that he swallows down.]
Still... I would like it if you listened to mine instead.
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[Again he trails off, but this time it's to let his gaze rove over Felix's body. Beautiful — he hasn't changed at all. Even though Dimitri's wounds all healed quite well thanks to the prompt treatment, he can't help but feel like a bit of a mess in comparison to Felix's elegance. Perhaps he should take more care to eat properly from now on...
Dimitri lowers his head, pressing a soft, almost timid kiss to where he left that mark what seems like a lifetime ago.]
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[A groan rumbles through Felix's throat as Dimitri settles for pressing his lips against it, an act that feels like a lifetime ago as Felix wraps his arm around Dimitri's waist, palm pushing against the small of his back to urge him closer.]
...Leave your mark on me again.
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Still, he has stopped caring a long time ago, since he and Dimitri managed to find each other in this tenuous reality, and he's not about to start caring now. Humming softly, he rolls his hips forward with what he could manage in this position, pressing against Dimitri's thigh in need in an unspoken cry for more.]
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He hasn't prepared for this prospect at all, thinking it the last thing on Dimitri's mind given everything that's happened. But when Dimitri is so willing and responsive unlike before, it's hard to care about the discomfort that's sure to come. So he simply spreads his legs some more when prompted, inviting Dimitri's tongue with a groan as he twitches underneath him.]
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In a sadistic sort of way, he's tempted to torment Felix like this long enough to make him beg for mercy.]
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But when Dimitri just keeps up with teasing him, keeping at a steady rhythm for a few more minutes longer than Felix think he should, he finds himself wanting, heat flaring within as his nerves tingle, craving for more than what Dimitri's offering that moment.]
More, [Felix whispers, toes curling in anticipation as he hopes for Dimitri to answer his call.]
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It's exactly what he's wanted for months, now: someone completely at his mercy, pleading the way Dimitri shamefully found himself doing at Cornelia's hands. That he can be satisfied when Felix is the one he's tormenting is disturbing, but at the same time, there's no denying that he's still angry with him for allowing Dedue to go through with such a horrible plan.
Both his hands slide up underneath Felix's body to squeeze his ass. Keeping his cheeks parted, Dimitri wriggles his tongue, relentlessly pushing forward until the ring of muscle gives way, allowing him to plunge his tongue inside. It's not the "more" Felix was asking for and he knows it, but despite his own aching arousal, he finds himself content to swirl his tongue in a wide circle instead of him, slowly stretching his rim.]
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