[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.]
[It definitely isn't what Felix had in mind, but he'll take it all the same. Even if it draws out an embarrassing, needy whine out of him as Dimitri takes it a step further.]
Dimitri...
[This is so unlike the Dimitri he's used to--one who likes being straight to the point--but Felix finds himself loving it all the same in some twisted manner. Tearing into the fragile sheets, his nails dig into his palms as Dimitri works his way in some more, showing no signs of ending this sweet torment and simply taking him as he did before.]
Please...
[He worries at his lower lip, watching Dimitri through hooded eyes as he waits, wondering what it would take for Dimitri to give him what he wants.]
[Felix makes for such a pretty picture, all flushed and glassy-eyed as he starts getting a little desperate. Dimitri pulls one hand back out from underneath him and adds in a single finger alongside his flickering tongue. It almost feels as if Felix is sucking the digit in. Dimitri groans with pent-up need, squirming a little himself. But this sort of torment is far easier to endure than what he's been subject to, and the higher his lust climbs, the more his other thoughts are drowned out by his body crying for release.
So he doesn't give in to that plea, a wicked glint in his eye as he meets Felix's gaze, nudging his finger around his sweet spot without ever hitting it directly.]
[Lovely as it is for Dimitri to be paying attention to him, to be caring for him even in this state, something in the way Dimitri shifts, looks at him has Felix rethinking his impression earlier, leading it down a darker, less charitable path.
Dimitri... is doing this on purpose, isn't he? Which would be mostly fine in itself, but when mischief is afoot, Felix couldn't help but feel he's been had. Not that he could do much about it except swallow and squirm as he tries to push into the finger that Dimitri allows him.]
Hurry up...
[Felix's flushed glare is undermined by a gasp, his desire punctuated by the way he subconsciously squeezes Dimitri's finger as Dimitri goes about his business.]
[Even that small amount of irritation sparks something in him, something that has him wearing a filthy smirk as he lifts his head, continuing to tease Felix with his finger.]
Is that any way to ask for something? Surely, you can do better than that.
[Dimitri decides to slip a second finger inside him anyway, if only so he can scissor them to keep on stretching him while he waits for a more satisfactory response.]
[It's so unlike anything of the Dimitri that Felix remembers that the response shocks Felix into silence, eyes blown wide as he acquaints himself with this cheeky side, that perhaps may have always existed and never just had the opportunity to show itself until now.
Still, Dimitri scissoring his fingers inside of Felix draws out a shuddering breath from him not a moment too soon, prompting him to think of an adequate response besides the flushed scowl he aims at Dimitri.]
I already did.
[Though Dimitri probably was not satisfied with that simple "please" from earlier, judging by the way he's still teasing him...]
[Goodness. When he worried that Felix genuinely hated him, even the slightest frown made Dimitri wither. Now that he knows that isn't the case, it really is cute, isn't it? Like a puffed up cat. It feels like Felix just might take matters into his own hands if Dimitri isn't careful, though, so he slips his other hand out from underneath him too and starts to leisurely stroke his length.]
[Is... is Dimitri really asking him to beg for it? It's such a contrast from their somber mood earlier, and while it's admittedly preferable to that, Felix isn't sure by how much. Especially when something else stirs alongside that warmth building up inside of him--embarrassment? Humiliation? Thinking is a rather difficult task at the moment, so Felix turns his attention back to Dimitri and his cheeky response. He suppresses a shudder, trying not to lift his hips to meet the movement, unsure yet if he wants to give so easily with this twisted game Dimitri is playing.]
[Always so prideful. Dimitri pulls away entirely, climbing back onto the bed beside Felix and making absolutely no effort to hide his own throbbing erection. A little precome is already leaking from his slit, but it's nowhere near enough for him to comfortably fit inside Felix. Even thinking about having Felix go down on him used to make him feel guilty, but right now, he thinks he'd like to see it — and what better way to get Dimitri wet enough to do what Felix so clearly wants him to do?]
[Dimitri's movements draw Felix's eyes, which eventually fall upon Dimitri's throbbing erection. So entranced is Felix by the sight of it--somehow bigger than he remembers--that Dimitri's accompanying words startle him, disbelief crossing his expression for a moment before it settles back into his neutral mask, pondering upon that challenge.]
You can't be serious.
[Yet, despite Felix's words, he draws closer. He's considered it, of course. Going down on Dimitri, that is, but the urgency of their previous trysts never allowed for it, especially with Dimitri being impatient. In fact, him drawing out everything to this point is nothing short of miraculous, either a testament to Dimitri's honed self-control or an ulterior motive.
Right now, Felix is leaning towards the latter as he shifts to kneel, an agonizing task given his own aching arousal. But he manages it, making him comfortable between Dimitri's legs as he wraps his hand around the lower half of his shaft, starting off by tracing the circumference of Dimitri's tip with his tongue before lapping at that beading precome.]
[This was a mistake. As focused on teasing Felix as he was, Dimitri temporarily forgot how long it's been since he's had any release. That smug smile wavers as his mouth falls open slightly, gaze fixed on Felix's tongue. He takes a shuddering breath, weaving the fingers of his clean hand through Felix's hair as he tries to keep calm. A difficult task, to say the least, especially when even just this much has sparks shooting up his spine.]
[That's quite satisfying to watch, Felix can't help but note with a tiny smirk of his own. Moreso, perhaps, if Felix did not feel himself shudder too at Dimitri's response. Still, having this level of control over the situation is quite freeing, and Felix indulges in it. He focuses on licking a stripe up the length of Dimitri's arousal, careful to coat it given what they're about to do.
As he wets Dimitri's shaft, he purposely keeps his touch light once he gets around to Dimitri's frenulum--a small taste of revenge for being such a tease earlier as he works on the more sensitive portions in preparation for what's to come.]
[Try as he might, Dimitri can't stop himself from starting to lift his hips when Felix teases him. It's so difficult to be patient when Felix is actually touching him, especially when he can see the slight upward curve of his lips that indicates he's feeling pretty pleased with himself. Dimitri curls his toes with a suppressed moan, one that rumbles deeper in his chest than it would have six months ago. The sound of it genuinely surprises him. His own body feels almost foreign to him now...]
[Startling as that deep moan is, Felix keeps at his task, lapping up at Dimitri as if his life depends on it. And in a way, it would, considering what he feels after he takes Dimitri in. Without oil to ease their task, it's bound to be more arduous than before, especially with Dimitri having grown the way he did...
Yet, Felix can't help but anticipate it, a groan of his own rumbling in his throat as he starts touching himself with his other hand, shifting to cup Dimitri's balls as he goes back to teasing the head once more.]
[Despite his initial reluctance, Felix takes to attending him with enthusiasm, far more than Dimitri expected him to. It's stunning to the point that he's left just staring at him, eyes wide and filled with the sort of bewildered lust that was a common occurrence before his imprisonment. Has Felix thought of this before?
Does he actually like doing it?
It's a question that's answered quickly as Felix moans around the length filling his mouth, and any sadistic satisfaction Dimitri had been drawing from teasing him before is instantly eclipsed by blinding need. With a ragged gasp, he sweeps Felix right off the ground and pins him to the worn mattress. Dimitri pauses only long enough to line his cock up with Felix's entrance, still slick and somewhat soft from his previous ministrations. Going slow doesn't even enter his mind, and he buries himself up to the hilt inside Felix with a single sharp thrust.]
[The world shifts around him, and it takes a moment for Felix to wrap his mind around it, a little winded as he lies on his back, saliva trickling down his mouth from his earlier ministrations.
But Dimitri does not give him enough time, impaling him on his cock soon after. He covers his mouth on reflex, cheeks heating up at the sharp cry he lets out, almost inhuman despite the soreness in his throat assuring him of its reality.
It's uncomfortable, of course. They've never done this dry, and when Dimitri is impatient, he simply settles for his thighs, afraid to cause certain damage.
But none of that restraint is with this Dimitri any more. And concerning as it is, Felix can't help but like this rougher treatment--a sentiment his body very much agrees with, squeezing Dimitri's shaft as if to encourage the notion.
One breath later, he props himself on his elbows, watching Dimitri through misty eyes, brows narrowed as he tries to effect some semblance of authority and control over the situation.]
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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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Dimitri...
[This is so unlike the Dimitri he's used to--one who likes being straight to the point--but Felix finds himself loving it all the same in some twisted manner. Tearing into the fragile sheets, his nails dig into his palms as Dimitri works his way in some more, showing no signs of ending this sweet torment and simply taking him as he did before.]
Please...
[He worries at his lower lip, watching Dimitri through hooded eyes as he waits, wondering what it would take for Dimitri to give him what he wants.]
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So he doesn't give in to that plea, a wicked glint in his eye as he meets Felix's gaze, nudging his finger around his sweet spot without ever hitting it directly.]
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Dimitri... is doing this on purpose, isn't he? Which would be mostly fine in itself, but when mischief is afoot, Felix couldn't help but feel he's been had. Not that he could do much about it except swallow and squirm as he tries to push into the finger that Dimitri allows him.]
Hurry up...
[Felix's flushed glare is undermined by a gasp, his desire punctuated by the way he subconsciously squeezes Dimitri's finger as Dimitri goes about his business.]
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Is that any way to ask for something? Surely, you can do better than that.
[Dimitri decides to slip a second finger inside him anyway, if only so he can scissor them to keep on stretching him while he waits for a more satisfactory response.]
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Still, Dimitri scissoring his fingers inside of Felix draws out a shuddering breath from him not a moment too soon, prompting him to think of an adequate response besides the flushed scowl he aims at Dimitri.]
I already did.
[Though Dimitri probably was not satisfied with that simple "please" from earlier, judging by the way he's still teasing him...]
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[Goodness. When he worried that Felix genuinely hated him, even the slightest frown made Dimitri wither. Now that he knows that isn't the case, it really is cute, isn't it? Like a puffed up cat. It feels like Felix just might take matters into his own hands if Dimitri isn't careful, though, so he slips his other hand out from underneath him too and starts to leisurely stroke his length.]
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[Is... is Dimitri really asking him to beg for it? It's such a contrast from their somber mood earlier, and while it's admittedly preferable to that, Felix isn't sure by how much. Especially when something else stirs alongside that warmth building up inside of him--embarrassment? Humiliation? Thinking is a rather difficult task at the moment, so Felix turns his attention back to Dimitri and his cheeky response. He suppresses a shudder, trying not to lift his hips to meet the movement, unsure yet if he wants to give so easily with this twisted game Dimitri is playing.]
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Go ahead, then.
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You can't be serious.
[Yet, despite Felix's words, he draws closer. He's considered it, of course. Going down on Dimitri, that is, but the urgency of their previous trysts never allowed for it, especially with Dimitri being impatient. In fact, him drawing out everything to this point is nothing short of miraculous, either a testament to Dimitri's honed self-control or an ulterior motive.
Right now, Felix is leaning towards the latter as he shifts to kneel, an agonizing task given his own aching arousal. But he manages it, making him comfortable between Dimitri's legs as he wraps his hand around the lower half of his shaft, starting off by tracing the circumference of Dimitri's tip with his tongue before lapping at that beading precome.]
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As he wets Dimitri's shaft, he purposely keeps his touch light once he gets around to Dimitri's frenulum--a small taste of revenge for being such a tease earlier as he works on the more sensitive portions in preparation for what's to come.]
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Yet, Felix can't help but anticipate it, a groan of his own rumbling in his throat as he starts touching himself with his other hand, shifting to cup Dimitri's balls as he goes back to teasing the head once more.]
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Does he actually like doing it?
It's a question that's answered quickly as Felix moans around the length filling his mouth, and any sadistic satisfaction Dimitri had been drawing from teasing him before is instantly eclipsed by blinding need. With a ragged gasp, he sweeps Felix right off the ground and pins him to the worn mattress. Dimitri pauses only long enough to line his cock up with Felix's entrance, still slick and somewhat soft from his previous ministrations. Going slow doesn't even enter his mind, and he buries himself up to the hilt inside Felix with a single sharp thrust.]
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But Dimitri does not give him enough time, impaling him on his cock soon after. He covers his mouth on reflex, cheeks heating up at the sharp cry he lets out, almost inhuman despite the soreness in his throat assuring him of its reality.
It's uncomfortable, of course. They've never done this dry, and when Dimitri is impatient, he simply settles for his thighs, afraid to cause certain damage.
But none of that restraint is with this Dimitri any more. And concerning as it is, Felix can't help but like this rougher treatment--a sentiment his body very much agrees with, squeezing Dimitri's shaft as if to encourage the notion.
One breath later, he props himself on his elbows, watching Dimitri through misty eyes, brows narrowed as he tries to effect some semblance of authority and control over the situation.]
Don't stop.
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