[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.
[No, he's not, and between feeling a little woozy thanks to the light fever he still burns with and the ache that's certain to make walking a trying task, this day is going to be hell...
Still, he takes some comfort in that familiar expression Dimitri wears, worrying as their circumstances might be.]
I should be fine after a vulnerary.
[Well, enough to at least dull some of the ache. What he could give for one of Mercedes' concoctions...]
[Dimitri is quick to retrieve one for him, pulling the blanket back up around Felix's shoulders to block out the chill.]
Here. I will handle heating up breakfast, so just take this and rest.
[And if he can't walk without pain after the vulnerary and some food, Dimitri will just carry him whether Felix likes it or not. He moves to pull his clothes back on, tossing a fresh log on the fire to get it started while he rifles through the supplies.]
[Felix tucks himself under the blanket, nodding as he accepts the vulnerary too. Given his condition, he does know better than to protest for now, so after downing the medicine, he lays back once more, curling on his side for warmth as a grin spreads across his face.
He probably should get his clothes that have long dried, but there's just something innately satisfying about watching Dimitri rifle through their supplies. As if this were a very normal outing, a simple camping trip rather than them on the run from Dukedom forces...]
[Only once their food is being heated and he's put on a pot of tea does Dimitri gather up his own clothes and tug them on. He checks Felix's as well — they're dry, if more stained than he would like. At least they got to soaking quickly enough to lift the majority of the blood from the fabric. He brings the clothes over to Felix, carefully placing them on the bed beside him.]
[Given the chill, Felix sets himself to donning them, biting back a cringe when bending his legs prove to be a somewhat trying task. But he manages it, and shifts to sitting on the side of the bed.]
[There, a plain comb. Dimitri climbs up on the bed beside Felix, holding it out to him. Dimitri looking like a disaster is just the way of things now, it's weird for Felix to be a mess!]
I should have been more careful... I must have gotten stronger again.
[Felix peers curiously at the comb, wondering why Dimitri's hair is still a mess despite it...
...Well, he supposes he can ask after, or maybe Dimitri plans to use it later. It's a little rough going through his hair, but it could have been worse. He'll get it sorted out in a few moments, glancing towards Dimitri as he speaks.]
Don't worry about it. I'll learn how to deal with it.
[Felix shouldn't have to deal with it in the first place! Dimitri will eventually learn how to control his body again, even if it does seem nearly foreign to him at this point. Still... as Felix brushes his hair out, Dimitri's attention is drawn to his neck, to where he bit him.
He can't say he hates seeing that sort of injury.
Dimitri scoots in closer, pressing his face into the crook of Felix's neck with a soft hum.]
So long as you do not complain about me tending to you afterward.
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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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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.]
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[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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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'Morning, [he says, stroking idly with his thumb.]
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Our hair must be a disaster right now.
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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?]
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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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[No, he's not, and between feeling a little woozy thanks to the light fever he still burns with and the ache that's certain to make walking a trying task, this day is going to be hell...
Still, he takes some comfort in that familiar expression Dimitri wears, worrying as their circumstances might be.]
I should be fine after a vulnerary.
[Well, enough to at least dull some of the ache. What he could give for one of Mercedes' concoctions...]
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Here. I will handle heating up breakfast, so just take this and rest.
[And if he can't walk without pain after the vulnerary and some food, Dimitri will just carry him whether Felix likes it or not. He moves to pull his clothes back on, tossing a fresh log on the fire to get it started while he rifles through the supplies.]
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He probably should get his clothes that have long dried, but there's just something innately satisfying about watching Dimitri rifle through their supplies. As if this were a very normal outing, a simple camping trip rather than them on the run from Dukedom forces...]
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Here.
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[Given the chill, Felix sets himself to donning them, biting back a cringe when bending his legs prove to be a somewhat trying task. But he manages it, and shifts to sitting on the side of the bed.]
Is the food ready?
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[There, a plain comb. Dimitri climbs up on the bed beside Felix, holding it out to him. Dimitri looking like a disaster is just the way of things now, it's weird for Felix to be a mess!]
I should have been more careful... I must have gotten stronger again.
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...Well, he supposes he can ask after, or maybe Dimitri plans to use it later. It's a little rough going through his hair, but it could have been worse. He'll get it sorted out in a few moments, glancing towards Dimitri as he speaks.]
Don't worry about it. I'll learn how to deal with it.
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He can't say he hates seeing that sort of injury.
Dimitri scoots in closer, pressing his face into the crook of Felix's neck with a soft hum.]
So long as you do not complain about me tending to you afterward.
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