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[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...]

"More" is rather vague... is this not more?

[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.]

You know what I mean.

[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?]

Go ahead, then.

[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.]

Don't stop.

[Felix looks up at him through watery eyes, but behind those tears there's fire. Dimitri's breath quickens as he grins wildly down at Felix. The way Felix's body clings to him is delicious, and it has him rolling his hips sooner than he probably should. It's tight enough to hurt just a bit, each drag of his cock pulling at the skin, stretching it slightly before letting him go. There's no way this isn't hurting Felix.

Even so, Dimitri loves it.

Without any warning the smooth and steady roll of his hips shifts into a staccato pounding, the quick and hard rhythm of a rutting animal. The small room fills with the sound of his low moans and the obscene clapping of flesh on flesh. Despite the chill, Dimitri starts feeling hot as arousal has a soft pink flush blooming on his face and neck. Right now, his entire world is reduced to Felix, blocking out all his fears and painful memories and even his ghosts. It's something he needed more than he realized.]

...Good.

[Felix no longer knows if the sounds he's making are born out of desire or pain, but reasons seem trivial with respect to the act itself, the warmth enveloping him from head to toe, the person gazing down at him. Once upon a time, the expression on Dimitri's face would have scared him perhaps, but the Felix of the present cares nothing for the fear that comes with the reminder of the beast. Of the white hot pain burning past his skin at each pleasurable drag, a sharp contrast to the chill that fills the room.]

Feels... good.

[Dimitri is alive.

Dimitri is here.

Dimitri is in this moment with Felix. Not with his ghosts and their cries for revenge, but with Felix and the way he clings to everything despite his disgraceful tears, anchoring himself to the sheets the best he can as takes everything Dimitri could ever give amidst his mounting arousal.]

Felix, [he gasps, mouth dropping open as his panting breaths grow erratic. Just as Felix has surmised, Dimitri is truly here in this moment. The flush on his face and chest spreads over his whole body as he picks up the pace again. Tension coils inside him, making him tremble like a taut bowstring about to snap. The pain of the past six months is forgotten as he leans in again and wraps Felix in his arms, clutching him tightly to his chest. The close contact has his nerves singing.

With a ragged groan he nuzzles his face into the crook of Felix's shoulder, latching on to the curve of his neck with his teeth. Dimitri practically chokes when his climax hits him, his knees buckling as he comes apart. That he's had no release for the past six months has his orgasm lasting almost twice as long as usual, turning his whole body to jelly in its wake. Dimitri gives up on trying to hold himself up, letting himself lie there on top of Felix while he catches his breath.]

[Felix shifts to wrap his arms around DImitri when he makes to embrace him, leaning into the hug as Dimitri keeps up his pace.

Warm. Comforting. Everything he's ever wished for. The sting that comes with the bite is practically welcome, a continued reminder of who he's indulging with in this treasured moment.]

I...

[...love you.

Felix never finishes his statement, moaning instead as his release washes over him, following a little after Dimitri. He keeps his arms around Dimitri his heart races with bliss, smiling as Dimitri simply lays there with him. Despite the heat that starts to border on uncomfortable, Felix basks in it, simply glad that this is still possible despite the circumstances.]

Dimitri...

[Felix grins into Dimitri's shoulder, nuzzling as he leans in affectionately.]

[Aftershocks are still rolling through Dimitri as he climbs onto the bed to lie down properly. It results in him jerking around a bit before he settles, drawing the blankets up and wrapping Felix in his arms again. He knows, of course — the words Felix wants to say, the words Dimitri wishes he could say himself and mean the way that he used to. But he's just so worn down right now, broken into hundreds of pieces that seem impossible to put back together.

There is one thing he knows for certain regardless: whatever's left of the man he was loves Felix still.

Dimitri curls over, resting his forehead against Felix's, just quietly taking him in. Though he doesn't seem entirely at peace, Dimitri is both calm and present, a vast improvement from his depressive episodes interspersed with brief violent fits.]

[Much as he longs for certain words to spill forth Dimitri's lips, Felix settles for this embrace, a matter that's more than anything he could ever ask for at this point given how Dimitri's been acting.

Felix closes his eyes, swallowing down a sob. It'll take time, but for however limited it is, Felix is determined to make the most of it, especially now that he has a better idea of what he can possibly do in the road that lies ahead.]

[Simple as it is, there's a lot to be said for that physical release and the rush of hormones that follows. It does Dimitri a world of good, keeping him asleep without nightmares for the duration of the night. When the fire starts to die down in the morning and he wakes, he's still mentally present. He may not smile like he once would have, but there's a definite tenderness in the way he strokes Felix's cheek, quietly watching him.]

[With his body worn out from both time sickness and indulging Dimitri (and himself) that night, Felix sleeps well--too well in fact. While he stirs slightly at the loss of warmth next to him, he only opens his eyes once Dimitri starts stroke his cheek, smiling blearily at him as he reaches out to cup Dimitri's cheek to return the favor.]

'Morning, [he says, stroking idly with his thumb.]

[It's surprisingly easy to give in and indulge here with Felix, and Dimitri lets his eyes flutter shut again as he does just that. His hand slides back into Felix's hair, starting to card through the strands... but his fingers catch on a tangle, prompting an amused huff that borders on a laugh.]

Our hair must be a disaster right now.

[A soft rush of air escapes Felix, close to a snort.]

It's just your imagination.

[It feels like Felix had stolen a moment from the blissful past, and selfishly, he does want to continue indulging, unsure when a moment like this is to occur again. But with Cornelia's forces likely on their tail, it's only a matter of time until they think on checking on this place.

So he forces himself to sit up after one last stroke, mildly apprehensive at the soreness that follows him. He tries not to think much of it--at least until he sets his feet on the floor.]

I... I think I'll need a moment, [Felix says, a blush creeping to his cheeks as he weighs his options at the moment. Certainly, yesterday was rough, but has it really truly been that long that he forgot how it's like to take Dimitri?]

[Dimitri forces himself up too, if only to toss a log on the fire so that they can have some warm food before clearing out. But when Felix doesn't follow after him he pauses, glancing back to see him sitting on the side of the bed...]

I hurt you, [he says with that anxious puppy dog look on his face. It's an expression that really turns the clock back, making it seem as if that time he spent in the dungeons never happened.

Save for his still-healing eye, that is.]

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