[The answer makes his heart soar, and though Dimitri's eyes reflect some of that sorrow, there's joy as well. He leans down to rest his forehead against Felix's with a small smile of his own.]
Thank you.
[Perhaps a funny thing to say when it's obvious they share the same feelings, but Dimitri knows all too well what he's asking of Felix. For Felix to be willing to endure that is something he feels he must thank him for.]
[An awkward chuckle--closer to a snort-- escapes Felix as Dimitri returns his sentiments. It's so surreal, yet this is as real as the way Dimitri continues to hold him close, watching him like he's the only one that matters in this world. Like this, it's easy to forget that Dimitri has his own ghosts to fight for, has shadows and turmoils that Felix isn't supposed to know about.
But perhaps, this time around, Felix could make Dimitri choose him over them. Proud as the thought is, it's a hope he clings to just as much as he does to Dimitri's shirt at that moment.]
Whatever happens... I'll always...
[...always love you, but Felix's chest constricts at those words as he nibbles at his lower lip anxiously, wondering if he should--or even has the right--to say such things out loud.]
[Felix trails off, leaving the rest unsaid. Dimitri thinks he understands anyway, though, and a big part of him wants to just say it himself — but knowing that legend about the Goddess Tower and that the ball is coming up so soon has that silly romantic part of him wanting to hold off for a little while longer. The way his smile softens his eyes says it for him anyway, as does the tenderness in his touch as he brushes his fingers over the smooth skin of Felix's cheek.]
Always, [he affirms, tilting his head as he leans in for a sweet, chaste kiss.]
[Just as Felix works up the nerve to say those words out loud, Dimitri plants a chaste kiss upon his lips, tender as the hand that cups his cheek and keeps him close. Naturally, it's something he sinks into, a sensation Felix thinks he could get used to as he indulges in the touch. He lets it say the words he's left unsaid, heart thrumming in his chest as he returns it as sweetly as Dimitri would allow, sighing softly into Dimitri's lips as he further presses his body against his.]
[Dimitri really did intend for that kiss to be a brief display of affection, but then Felix just melts into his arms and he quickly starts losing himself to it. How can he possibly resist when Felix slots against his body so perfectly, when it makes him feel whole in ways he never knew he could? The more their lips move together the more he wants, and the more he wants the harder it is to think. Soon enough he's tangling his tongue with Felix's, yearning so strongly for him that it aches. It's not until he finds himself pulling back to undo his jacket to cool his overheated body down that he remembers Felix's injuries, leaving him left to deal with unfulfilled desires all over again.]
Professor Manuela said you should be careful with physical activity for the time being, did she not...?
[It isn't until Dimitri pulls back that Felix realizes that the ache that goes along with their kiss is of a literal variety, one that burns across his back as a reminder of his limitations.]
Now... probably isn't a good time, [Felix says, breathless as he shyly casts his gaze to the side. He's assuming so much, yet he can't help it. Not when Dimitri is looking so flushed and especially not when he still remembers how Dimitri's hardness pressed against him as they urgently chased after each other's lips.
Still, tempting as it is to keep going, he knows he needs to heal up the best he could. There's no use for a shield that can't even protect itself, after all.]
[Dimitri swallows a frustrated groan. He should be happy just to have Felix return his feelings, but it's hard to not want more, especially when he can tell that Felix wants it, too. He indulges himself just a little more, nuzzling his face against the curve of Felix's neck, his breath hot and fast against his skin.]
Of course. You have a lot of work to catch up on too, I am sure...
[Yet, as torturous as it is, he thinks he wouldn't mind lingering awhile longer fooling around like this.]
[Now that's a lovely sound, one that he could definitely get used to hearing. Dimitri hums, clearly pleased.]
Just a little more, [he murmurs, giving in to the urge to mouth at Felix's throat. It naturally leads to nibbling the shell of his ear, then to another kiss, and before long he's backed up onto Felix's bed and pulled him in his lap. But he doesn't go further than that, even if the continued contact makes his head spin.]
I should... go back to my room, [he finally says in a husky tone when it feels like he truly can't take anymore.]
[It probably is for the best that Dimitri puts a stop to it when he does, considering how tenuous his grasp at self-control is getting. A shame, really, considering who is technically the older of the two of them now and should know better.]
I suppose, [Felix says as he climbs off Dimitri's lap, moving to sit next to him.] We still have classes tomorrow.
[That doesn't stop him from leaning over to kiss his jaw again when seeing him in profile view proves to be distracting. Goddess, does he really have this little control over himself?! Dimitri forces himself to stand up with a shuddering breath, biting the inside of his cheek to curb the temptation.]
[He really is hopeless. No, both of them are, what with the way Dimitri steals that kiss and how Felix pathetically colors afterwards.]
Good night, Dimitri.
[--
The next few days are more of the same--concerned looks from his classmates as they go about their classes, even if there's nothing different about Felix except for the way he sits out on their more physically demanding classes. Heck, even Bernadetta is asking him if he needs assistance with his things, making him wonder how much of it is personal willpower on her end or if it's something Byleth put her up to.
Well, that's for his classes. In between them, however, is Dimitri making up for lost time, often stealing him away when he can. While Felix does not mind, it of course comes with its own brand of complications, including people noticing. Dedue isn't as much of a problem given how he confines himself to suspicious frowns, but Sylvain is a whole other case, relentless in his teasing when he could manage it. Not even Ingrid could stop him, and in an effort not to draw too much attention to it, she gives up on lecturing him during their mealtimes, limiting herself to sympathetic glances in his and Dimitri's direction.
She does, however, warn them to be a little more discreet. Which isn't a problem when they're in Felix's bedroom, Dimitri's sanctuary of choice during the evening, where they continue with their doings during break time, and some.
At least until Felix decides to ban Dimitri after five days, given how distracting his presence is proving to be. That's on top of some close shaves he certainly can't afford during the recovery process. Lovely distractions as they are, Felix can't afford any setbacks in his healing, given what awaits them during the last week of this month...
Unfortunately for Dimitri, the distance does work, and Manuela clears him to do some light training two days later, then reluctantly agrees for him to go back to his regular routine after three. Around that time, whispers and giggles accompany talks of a certain prince's birthday coming up, a realization too belated when it dawns upon Felix that he has yet to prepare an appropriate present...
...One such thing comes to mind in light of his steady recovery and his observations during the White Heron Cup, and after a day's worth of mulling on it, he caves and asks Sylvain for some advice on what he was thinking of doing.
Surprisingly, Sylvain gives him some useful advice, albeit some that he's nervous about executing. But it isn't bad advice, and that's what has him anxiously waiting in his room in the same outfit that Sylvain wore as the Blue Lions' representative. As recommended by Sylvain, he had let his hair down for the occasion and, after some hesitation, stretches himself out just in case.
Given how long it's been besides stolen kisses, he does think Sylvain's theory of Dimitri snapping is more likely than it laughably seems.
Once he hears Dimitri's door close behind him, Felix checks to see if anyone is prowling the corridors before he ducks into the hallway and knocks on Dimitri's door.]
It's me, [Felix says, trying to keep the nervousness off his tone.] Could you let me in quick?
[Blissfully unaware of what's to come, Dimitri has a difficult time of seeing why he should focus on anything but Felix. He'll be an adult all too soon, and a couple of months after that he'll have to go back to Fhirdiad and become the king, along with all the responsibility that entails. He doesn't resent that responsibility, not really — he's glad to be able to help put the country back together again. After suffering through the instability from what happened at Duscur and his uncle's incompetence, he knows his people need him. That just means he has to seize the precious time he has left with all his might.
And that's precisely what he does. If any doubt yet remained about how much Dimitri adores Felix, he surely erases it in the time that follows, seizing the chance to be close to him whenever he can. Dimitri is quick to become one of those students that crams all of his classwork into the allotted time during class, skipping out on taking notes in favor of racing through assignments the best he can without doing them poorly. He knows his classmates take good notes, and he simply rotates through them asking to take a peek when he needs to. Dedue offers to just take them for him, but Dimitri declines, feeling too guilty using him like that when it's clear that he disapproves of his relationship with Felix for whatever reason.
Sylvain, on the other hand, is absolutely delighted when he catches them getting a little hot and heavy between classes, and he teases them about it whenever he sees an opening, including ribbing Dimitri for getting flustered over seeing Sylvain sashay around in the outfit he wears to represent their class in the white heron cup.
"Don't go looking at me like you look at Felix, I'm too shy." ... honestly!
His birthday is a quiet affair. Dimitri receives small gifts from many of the students, particularly the girls. Though he has no interest in anyone else at this point, he accepts them graciously. The professor invites him for tea in the middle of the day when he would really prefer to be running off to find Felix. Still, he can't deny that professor Byleth is a fascinating man even if he somewhat resents him for "stealing" Felix, so he goes along with it even if it feels like those strangely blank eyes are seeing right through him.
The evening is far nicer than the day that precedes it. Dedue and Ashe make all his favorites, and though he can't taste them, the gesture is appreciated. Sylvain sneaks in a little wine since he's "all grown up now", and Dimitri has two glasses, just enough to feel pleasantly warm without getting intoxicated. It keeps him from noticing what Felix and Sylvain are up to, so he's completely oblivious as he gets up to answer the door.
If his stunned silence and the way the doorknob creaks ominously in his grip are any indication, he is very much a fan of what he sees.]
[While Dimitri's reaction tells him everything he needs to know about how he's taking it--thus proving Sylvain to be right, always right when it comes to these things--Felix happens to be still standing in the hallway. A hallway that anyone could pass by, never mind how grateful he is that their rooms are by the far end of the corridor.]
Are you going to let me in or not?
[He thinks Dimitri will, but it doesn't stop Felix from demanding as an embarrassed flush creeps through his cheeks. At any rate, he's one step away from ducking back into his room and waiting for Dimitri to knock instead, never mind Sylvain's advice to do it in Dimitri's room.]
[Clearing his throat, Dimitri steps aside, red up to his ears. He can't stop staring as Felix steps inside, quick to close the door behind him. He reaches out to finger the ends of his hair, biting down on his lower lip.]
[Felix wastes no time stepping in, the tension in his hunched shoulders only easing once Dimitri closes the door behind him. Equally red up to his ears, Felix swallows before lifting his lowered gaze to hopefully meet Dimitri's.]
Happy... birthday.
[And if Dimitri does not object to it, he'll tiptoe in for a kiss, never mind how terrifying it is to initiate this instead of waiting expectantly.]
[What precious little restraint he has is rapidly evaporating just looking at Felix, having him lean in for a kiss is almost too much. Dimitri meets it with a small gasp, clutching Felix's shoulders in lieu of properly wrapping his arms around him and pulling him in like he wants to. He forces himself to break it off after a few moments, swallowing hard.]
Do you mean...
[Is Felix giving himself to him? It's such a cute gesture that he nearly doesn't know what to do with it.]
As smitten as he is, it really doesn't take much for Felix to get Dimitri going. Just existing is enough — dressing up and verbally offering himself has desire flaring to life inside him, so hot that it makes the room feel cold in comparison. A few seconds tick by before his body catches up with the countless scenarios whirling around in his head, but when it does, he immediately sweeps Felix off the ground and carries him straight to his bed, lavishing his neck with desperate, hungry kisses. His hands push at those silks, parting them to reveal Felix's thighs. Dimitri runs his palms over the bared skin, moaning appreciatively at the shape and feel of them.]
[Par for the course as it is for Dimitri, it still surprises Felix when Dimitri literally sweeps him off his feet and carries him off to bed. It takes a few moments for his brain to catch up with those feverish kisses that leave him warm in a manner fireplaces never do. Arms on either side of his head to allow Dimitri free reign, Felix groans softly when he starts exploring his thighs.]
You don't have to hold back, [Felix says in a breathy whisper, squirming at Dimitri's touch as pinpricks of pleasure trail across sensitive skin in their wake. Desire stirs faintly within him, the urge to feel more of Dimitri spurring him on when he parts his legs some more.]
He almost says as much, but speaking just doesn't feel worth it when he could be doing far more pleasurable things with his mouth.]
Mmm, [is his only reply. He punctuates it with a light nip, latching his lips down to suck at his otherwise unmarred skin. Dimitri has avoided leaving any evidence of what they've been up to on Felix so far (save from some accidental bruises from holding too tight), but with Felix being so very accomodating, he gives in to that primal instinct to make his mark. He can feel Felix spreading his legs beneath him, shuddering at the implication. Dimitri plants his knee between Felix's thighs, but he doesn't go further yet, taking his sweet time kneading that supple flesh to his heart's content.]
[Felix gasps at the manner Dimitri latches on, every bit the beast he used to accuse him of as he sinks in. Yet none of his usual fear comes--only a heat that stirs in his gut at the knowledge that Dimitri will be leaving a mark, laying claim to that unblemished part of Felix.
And perhaps, no, definitely more, given the way Dimitri massages his thighs and plants his knee suggestively between them as he lifts his legs slightly. Warm, even through those pants he has yet to remove, and oh so near...
Heels digging into the mattress, he jerks into that present temptation, desperate for friction of some sort as his arousal starts responding to Dimitri's hands eagerly.]
[Felix lifts his hips to grind against his leg and Dimitri just groans, easily able to feel the shape of him through that thin silk. The cold of winter just on the other side of the wall does nothing to soothe how overheated he feels, and Dimitri finally pulls off Felix's neck with a popping sound and a gasp. He sits up enough to quickly take his shirt off. Blessedly, the wine already had him a little warm and he removed that jacket along with the more cumbersome parts of his uniform before Felix knocked on his door. He starts to reach down and continue right where he left off, but the sight of Felix sprawled out on his bed, his hair loose and fanning out on the sheets, a light flush coloring his pale skin...]
You're beautiful, Felix, [he breathes reverently, leaning in for a passionate, open-mouthed kiss.]
[That momentary friction barely soothes him, warmth still coiling tightly within him as Dimitri groans against his neck, eliciting a violent shiver from him. His stomach uncoils slightly when Dimitri withdraws, allowing him an opportunity to catch his breath as he looks at Dimitri through hooded eyes, still hopelessly craving for more.
Which Dimitri gives in some way, catching his lips in another kiss, more heated and unrestrained than anything they've shared. Dimitri's passion sweeps him away, and Felix gladly lets it take him down under as he moans into Dimitri's mouth, lashes fluttering close as he enjoys that faint taste of alcohol and cheese upon his tongue.]
[Felix eagerly gives himself over and Dimitri takes everything he has, kissing him like he wants to devour him whole. His hands start to rove over his body again, finding their way back to his frustratingly perfect legs. But this time he pushes higher, cupping Felix's ass in his hands, fingers dipping into the furrow between his cheeks. The hot skin there is already slippery, and Dimitri realizes with a jolt what Felix has prepared himself for. His fingers probe at Felix's hole, one pressing forward to push inside him, more than ready to feel his heat.]
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Thank you.
[Perhaps a funny thing to say when it's obvious they share the same feelings, but Dimitri knows all too well what he's asking of Felix. For Felix to be willing to endure that is something he feels he must thank him for.]
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But perhaps, this time around, Felix could make Dimitri choose him over them. Proud as the thought is, it's a hope he clings to just as much as he does to Dimitri's shirt at that moment.]
Whatever happens... I'll always...
[...always love you, but Felix's chest constricts at those words as he nibbles at his lower lip anxiously, wondering if he should--or even has the right--to say such things out loud.]
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Always, [he affirms, tilting his head as he leans in for a sweet, chaste kiss.]
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Professor Manuela said you should be careful with physical activity for the time being, did she not...?
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[It isn't until Dimitri pulls back that Felix realizes that the ache that goes along with their kiss is of a literal variety, one that burns across his back as a reminder of his limitations.]
Now... probably isn't a good time, [Felix says, breathless as he shyly casts his gaze to the side. He's assuming so much, yet he can't help it. Not when Dimitri is looking so flushed and especially not when he still remembers how Dimitri's hardness pressed against him as they urgently chased after each other's lips.
Still, tempting as it is to keep going, he knows he needs to heal up the best he could. There's no use for a shield that can't even protect itself, after all.]
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Of course. You have a lot of work to catch up on too, I am sure...
[Yet, as torturous as it is, he thinks he wouldn't mind lingering awhile longer fooling around like this.]
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...I can do it later.
[He really should not be encouraging this, but when Dimitri is so willing and Felix doesn't mind himself... it's challenging, as an understatement.]
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Just a little more, [he murmurs, giving in to the urge to mouth at Felix's throat. It naturally leads to nibbling the shell of his ear, then to another kiss, and before long he's backed up onto Felix's bed and pulled him in his lap. But he doesn't go further than that, even if the continued contact makes his head spin.]
I should... go back to my room, [he finally says in a husky tone when it feels like he truly can't take anymore.]
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I suppose, [Felix says as he climbs off Dimitri's lap, moving to sit next to him.] We still have classes tomorrow.
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[That doesn't stop him from leaning over to kiss his jaw again when seeing him in profile view proves to be distracting. Goddess, does he really have this little control over himself?! Dimitri forces himself to stand up with a shuddering breath, biting the inside of his cheek to curb the temptation.]
Goodnight, Felix.
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Good night, Dimitri.
[--
The next few days are more of the same--concerned looks from his classmates as they go about their classes, even if there's nothing different about Felix except for the way he sits out on their more physically demanding classes. Heck, even Bernadetta is asking him if he needs assistance with his things, making him wonder how much of it is personal willpower on her end or if it's something Byleth put her up to.
Well, that's for his classes. In between them, however, is Dimitri making up for lost time, often stealing him away when he can. While Felix does not mind, it of course comes with its own brand of complications, including people noticing. Dedue isn't as much of a problem given how he confines himself to suspicious frowns, but Sylvain is a whole other case, relentless in his teasing when he could manage it. Not even Ingrid could stop him, and in an effort not to draw too much attention to it, she gives up on lecturing him during their mealtimes, limiting herself to sympathetic glances in his and Dimitri's direction.
She does, however, warn them to be a little more discreet. Which isn't a problem when they're in Felix's bedroom, Dimitri's sanctuary of choice during the evening, where they continue with their doings during break time, and some.
At least until Felix decides to ban Dimitri after five days, given how distracting his presence is proving to be. That's on top of some close shaves he certainly can't afford during the recovery process. Lovely distractions as they are, Felix can't afford any setbacks in his healing, given what awaits them during the last week of this month...
Unfortunately for Dimitri, the distance does work, and Manuela clears him to do some light training two days later, then reluctantly agrees for him to go back to his regular routine after three. Around that time, whispers and giggles accompany talks of a certain prince's birthday coming up, a realization too belated when it dawns upon Felix that he has yet to prepare an appropriate present...
...One such thing comes to mind in light of his steady recovery and his observations during the White Heron Cup, and after a day's worth of mulling on it, he caves and asks Sylvain for some advice on what he was thinking of doing.
Surprisingly, Sylvain gives him some useful advice, albeit some that he's nervous about executing. But it isn't bad advice, and that's what has him anxiously waiting in his room in the same outfit that Sylvain wore as the Blue Lions' representative. As recommended by Sylvain, he had let his hair down for the occasion and, after some hesitation, stretches himself out just in case.
Given how long it's been besides stolen kisses, he does think Sylvain's theory of Dimitri snapping is more likely than it laughably seems.
Once he hears Dimitri's door close behind him, Felix checks to see if anyone is prowling the corridors before he ducks into the hallway and knocks on Dimitri's door.]
It's me, [Felix says, trying to keep the nervousness off his tone.] Could you let me in quick?
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And that's precisely what he does. If any doubt yet remained about how much Dimitri adores Felix, he surely erases it in the time that follows, seizing the chance to be close to him whenever he can. Dimitri is quick to become one of those students that crams all of his classwork into the allotted time during class, skipping out on taking notes in favor of racing through assignments the best he can without doing them poorly. He knows his classmates take good notes, and he simply rotates through them asking to take a peek when he needs to. Dedue offers to just take them for him, but Dimitri declines, feeling too guilty using him like that when it's clear that he disapproves of his relationship with Felix for whatever reason.
Sylvain, on the other hand, is absolutely delighted when he catches them getting a little hot and heavy between classes, and he teases them about it whenever he sees an opening, including ribbing Dimitri for getting flustered over seeing Sylvain sashay around in the outfit he wears to represent their class in the white heron cup.
"Don't go looking at me like you look at Felix, I'm too shy." ... honestly!
His birthday is a quiet affair. Dimitri receives small gifts from many of the students, particularly the girls. Though he has no interest in anyone else at this point, he accepts them graciously. The professor invites him for tea in the middle of the day when he would really prefer to be running off to find Felix. Still, he can't deny that professor Byleth is a fascinating man even if he somewhat resents him for "stealing" Felix, so he goes along with it even if it feels like those strangely blank eyes are seeing right through him.
The evening is far nicer than the day that precedes it. Dedue and Ashe make all his favorites, and though he can't taste them, the gesture is appreciated. Sylvain sneaks in a little wine since he's "all grown up now", and Dimitri has two glasses, just enough to feel pleasantly warm without getting intoxicated. It keeps him from noticing what Felix and Sylvain are up to, so he's completely oblivious as he gets up to answer the door.
If his stunned silence and the way the doorknob creaks ominously in his grip are any indication, he is very much a fan of what he sees.]
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Are you going to let me in or not?
[He thinks Dimitri will, but it doesn't stop Felix from demanding as an embarrassed flush creeps through his cheeks. At any rate, he's one step away from ducking back into his room and waiting for Dimitri to knock instead, never mind Sylvain's advice to do it in Dimitri's room.]
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[Clearing his throat, Dimitri steps aside, red up to his ears. He can't stop staring as Felix steps inside, quick to close the door behind him. He reaches out to finger the ends of his hair, biting down on his lower lip.]
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Happy... birthday.
[And if Dimitri does not object to it, he'll tiptoe in for a kiss, never mind how terrifying it is to initiate this instead of waiting expectantly.]
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Do you mean...
[Is Felix giving himself to him? It's such a cute gesture that he nearly doesn't know what to do with it.]
...are you mostly healed?
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...Yes.
[Even better than mostly healed to be honest, considering how he easily he's settling back into his usual routine.]
I... I'm yours, [he says quickly, deciding there's nothing to it but to get the words out and over with.] For the night.
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As smitten as he is, it really doesn't take much for Felix to get Dimitri going. Just existing is enough — dressing up and verbally offering himself has desire flaring to life inside him, so hot that it makes the room feel cold in comparison. A few seconds tick by before his body catches up with the countless scenarios whirling around in his head, but when it does, he immediately sweeps Felix off the ground and carries him straight to his bed, lavishing his neck with desperate, hungry kisses. His hands push at those silks, parting them to reveal Felix's thighs. Dimitri runs his palms over the bared skin, moaning appreciatively at the shape and feel of them.]
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You don't have to hold back, [Felix says in a breathy whisper, squirming at Dimitri's touch as pinpricks of pleasure trail across sensitive skin in their wake. Desire stirs faintly within him, the urge to feel more of Dimitri spurring him on when he parts his legs some more.]
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He almost says as much, but speaking just doesn't feel worth it when he could be doing far more pleasurable things with his mouth.]
Mmm, [is his only reply. He punctuates it with a light nip, latching his lips down to suck at his otherwise unmarred skin. Dimitri has avoided leaving any evidence of what they've been up to on Felix so far (save from some accidental bruises from holding too tight), but with Felix being so very accomodating, he gives in to that primal instinct to make his mark. He can feel Felix spreading his legs beneath him, shuddering at the implication. Dimitri plants his knee between Felix's thighs, but he doesn't go further yet, taking his sweet time kneading that supple flesh to his heart's content.]
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And perhaps, no, definitely more, given the way Dimitri massages his thighs and plants his knee suggestively between them as he lifts his legs slightly. Warm, even through those pants he has yet to remove, and oh so near...
Heels digging into the mattress, he jerks into that present temptation, desperate for friction of some sort as his arousal starts responding to Dimitri's hands eagerly.]
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You're beautiful, Felix, [he breathes reverently, leaning in for a passionate, open-mouthed kiss.]
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Which Dimitri gives in some way, catching his lips in another kiss, more heated and unrestrained than anything they've shared. Dimitri's passion sweeps him away, and Felix gladly lets it take him down under as he moans into Dimitri's mouth, lashes fluttering close as he enjoys that faint taste of alcohol and cheese upon his tongue.]
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