[Not that Felix is about to admit defeat. Just to be sure, he buries his face into the crook of Dimitri's neck, hiding his flushed expression for however warm he is.]
[Felix isn't wrong, but for now... Dimitri thinks he doesn't want to be satiated. If this heat leaves him while they're still closed in, icy fear will take its place. He takes a shaky breath, drying his hand off on his own shirt before tangling his fingers in Felix's hair, holding him there against his neck. He hums softly in affirmation, making a fist just tight enough to tug at the silky strands woven between his fingers.]
[Felix indulges in the contact, unthinkable just a scant few days ago with Dimitri so distant. If this is what Dimitri needs now, who is he to deny him such a simple pleasure? Especially when Felix wants this closeness as well, selfishly so.]
Maybe I'll grow it out again, [he says as Dimitri tugs at his hair, speaking the idle wondering out.]
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You're absolutely insatiable.
[Not that Felix is about to admit defeat. Just to be sure, he buries his face into the crook of Dimitri's neck, hiding his flushed expression for however warm he is.]
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Maybe I'll grow it out again, [he says as Dimitri tugs at his hair, speaking the idle wondering out.]