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.]
[Felix shifts to drape his arms around Dimitri's shoulders, drawing him closer as he clings to him. Tough as it may be to breathe with Dimitri devouring him the way he is that moment, Felix welcomes it, strangely enjoying the breathlessness that comes with chasing after--nay, keeping up with--Dimitri's lips. Messy as it is, there is something beautiful about Dimitri letting himself go in this manner, far from the poised royal he often presents himself as. It isn't pretty words and pictures that Felix looks for in someone after all--raw strength is a lovely splendor upon its own, something that Felix never stops yearning after, even in this aspect of his life.
Dimitri's finger earns a pleasured sigh from Felix, his slick hole more than welcoming as that rough digit easily slides in.]
More, [Felix breathes against Dimitri's lips as he clenches around him, more than glad that Dimitri seems to be picking up on things faster than he thought he would.]
[That breathy request coupled with the way Felix squeezes his finger is too much. Dimitri snaps, pulling back long enough to rip open the fly of his own pants and ease himself out of them. He's not at all careful with the costume as he pushes Felix's skirt up to expose him. The fabric is mostly spared, but only because it drapes so loosely to begin with. It's easily pushed aside to reveal Felix's lower body, his hard, flushed cock openly displayed. Dimitri's never seen him like this — he hasn't even touched him through his clothes, settling for a little aimless grinding, too afraid he wouldn't be able to stop himself if he felt his arousal directly.
Now he knows for certain he was absolutely right. Just looking at him has his own length twitching, aching to sink into him. Already slightly slick with precome, he doesn't hesitate another moment to spread Felix's legs at the knee, angling his cock toward his entrance. Unrestrained desire paints a wanton picture on his features as he starts to push into him, unable to look away from the sight of Felix swallowing him up.]
[Dimitri snaps just as Sylvain predicted he would, not at all gentle when he pulls back and angles into Felix, making him all the more thankful for the thorough preparations he took before visiting Dimitri.
Felix has been aware of it, of course. After all, Dimitri's cock has pushed against him time and again during their engagements, widely eager at times even as they both hold back from going further than torrid kisses.
But there's none of that self-restraint to be seen anymore. If Dimitri wasn't so fascinated with the way he parts him, Felix thinks that he would have driven all the way in without a second thought. As it stands, however, Dimitri takes his time, allowing Felix to prop himself up with his arms as he watches Dimitri through pursed lips as his massive thickness disappears into him inch by inch, a fascinating phenomenon that has him entranced given the seeming impossibility of it.
But Felix manages to take him all the way in, eliciting a deep groan from him once there's nothing to see anymore except the wanton desire that paints Dimitri's features red. It's a sight that he's sure to mirror as he trembles at the intimacy of seeing where they're joined now, a occurrence that's unthinkable just a scant few months back.]
[Seeing himself become a part of Felix is satisfying on so many levels. It affects him so deeply that he forgets to breathe for a few seconds, just reveling in the closeness and the soft pressure squeezing his shaft. But his body has other ideas about what he should be doing, and dear goddess he wants to hear more sounds like that out of Felix. So Dimitri lifts Felix's legs until his ankles drape over his shoulders, turning his face to press a small kiss to his calf.
The first few thrusts of his hips are slow, but deep. Every muscle in Dimitri's abdomen pulls taut at the delicious sensation, making his physique stand out that much more. Dimitri growls, a low, guttural sound that brings to mind the beast he someday becomes instead of the sweet boy he once was. He starts picking up the pace with each pass after that, driving himself into Felix like he's trying to force his body to take on his shape.]
[Oh, but the reminder of the beast that is lurking is sinister as it is rousing, a fact that Felix has no choice but to surrender himself to as Dimitri sets himself to work.
Sighs escape his parted lips as he lays back, watching as Dimitri plows through him like untilled land. And that's what Felix essentially is now, isn't he? His memory may speak of distractions he had previously engaged in, but his body speaks as if it's the first time this has ever happened, what with how tightly wound he still feels despite his earlier preparations. Indeed, it is for him and Dimitri, a fresh realization coming out of it as he marvels at how each thrust sends tremors down his spine, nothing at all like his sweet, but ultimately lacking encounters in the past.
He's always wanted Dimitri to fill him. And now that it's happening, he simply can't get enough of it. Not even when pain laces those deep thrusts, growing faster by the moment as Felix races towards his own release.]
Dimitri...
[Is Felix's wet gasp, tears beading at the corner of his eyes after one particularly harsh pass, but the smile that colors Felix's expression speaks of how much he's enjoying everything. Spread out like this in Dimitri's bed, being claimed as the beast's, he truly feels like he'd been born for Dimitri--to be used by him, to accept all of him, to be molded by him--all purposes which he embraces as much as the flesh repeatedly parting him, clinging to all as if he could never get enough of it.]
[There are tears in Felix's eyes, making them shine in the soft candlelight. But his smile and his flushed cheeks suggest that they aren't due to him being in pain. Or not entirely due to it, at least. Not that Dimitri would be able to stop so easily even if it did hurt. Anything short of Felix actually telling him to stop wouldn't get him to slow down now. Even the love that swells in his chest upon meeting his eyes isn't enough to give him pause. Felix's warmth is intoxicating, far more so than the wine could ever be. Dimitri feels drunk on him.
He could easily get addicted.
Dimitri watches Felix with a hazy gaze, his usually stiffly styled hair shaken loose by the vigorous movement. He can only moan in response to Felix calling his name, loud enough that everyone in the surrounding rooms surely will hear him. Thankfully, Dedue is in the room beneath them, Felix's room is on one side, and Sylvain's is on the other. Bless Sylvain for planning ahead. Dimitri chases his release like his life depends on it, rutting into Felix without the slightest trace of shame.]
[Sweat lines Felix's brow as Dimitri continues to take everything Felix owes him and everything else he has to give. Being overheard is the last thing in Felix's mind as his moans increase in volume, his fingers digging so hard into the covers that he starts tearing a hole through them. For all his savage talk about the beast, right now, all he could think of is how splendid Dimitri is when he ruts against him like he belongs here, rocking into him as if it nothing else would keep his heart pumping the way it is that moment. Harsh as it is, Felix could not get enough of it either, his gaze begging Dimitri for more, to use him even if there's nothing left after the fact.
Desire shines in his eyes as Dimitri's passion sweeps his inhibitions away, culminating in a loud groan that resounds in his ears long after the fact as his release comes crashing down on him, rendering his mind blank of thought for the time being.]
[Dimitri isn't far behind, instinct telling him to pour everything he has into Felix upon feeling those impossibly wonderful contractions squeezing him tight. He lets out a cry that's practically a roar as he comes, collapsing on top of Felix as he shakes with the force of it. There are tears in his eyes too now, overwhelmed by bliss and the sheer relief upon complete inability to think of anything outside of this moment. There's only Felix and a sense of completion that fills him fit to bursting, not leaving any room for his ghosts.]
You're amazing, Felix, [he murmurs without bothering to lift his head.]
I love you...
[Oh. Oh, no, he meant to wait to say that! Dimitri tenses up, inhaling quickly in a manner that makes it embarrassingly obvious that the words just slipped out.]
[Slowly, he starts unwinding from that high, panting as Dimitri collapses on top of him. There's nothing but fondness in his gaze as he moves to wrap his arms around him, filled close to bursting with affection and the feel of Dimitri inside of and next to him.
Which is why he can't help a short chuckle when Dimitri tenses after those words, warm as they make Felix too. It's rather cute, if a bit surprising--what's there to be embarrassed about at this point?]
I love you too, [Felix replies, squeezing Dimitri in reassurance. He slides his hand up Dimitri's back to snake his hands into his soft, albeit sweat-soaked, hair, tenderly cradling Dimitri's head close as he smiles next to him, mind blissfully free of worry.]
[His heart does a little flip in his chest when Felix returns the sentiment, though the chuckle has his cheeks burning. Dimitri shifts his arms to be able to stroke Felix's hair too, grumbling.]
I wanted to say that to you at the top of the Goddess Tower.
[...but he can't deny that his happiness at hearing it now far outweighs his disappointment at his failure to keep himself from blurting it out. Dimitri lifts his head enough to peek at Felix, smiling shyly.]
[Well, that certainly explains things--even if that's a lot more embarrassing than what Felix could have ever predicted. But the sentiment of Dimitri wanting this to be permanent has his chest swelling, a smile crossing his features as he sweeps his fingers across Dimitri's scalp before they settle to cup his cheek tenderly.]
Of course.
[It sounds a lot more raw than Felix intended it to be, but the wetness clouding his vision seems to explain it, awkward as they might be despite the fact that they're born out of happiness this time around. Goddess, is he just going to cry like this every time he's overwhelmed?!]
[Felix's smile is so sweet, so content, that even a worrywart like Dimitri can't mistake those tears as tears of sadness. So he just smiles back, shifting his weight again so he's not leaning so heavily on Felix's chest before he leans in to kiss him. Still sated for now, the kiss is languid and indulgent, a tender expression of his feelings that is as gentle as he was fierce moments ago.]
[The contrast between then and now is as stark as night and day, winter and summer, but just as those facts form a part of Felix's daily life, so does Dimitri's affections. The man and the beast, they really are truly one and the same, all in rolled into the being he's kissing back tenderly. Smiling through his tears, he indulges as much as Dimitri would allow, wishing for nothing more but this moment to last forever.]
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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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Dimitri's finger earns a pleasured sigh from Felix, his slick hole more than welcoming as that rough digit easily slides in.]
More, [Felix breathes against Dimitri's lips as he clenches around him, more than glad that Dimitri seems to be picking up on things faster than he thought he would.]
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Now he knows for certain he was absolutely right. Just looking at him has his own length twitching, aching to sink into him. Already slightly slick with precome, he doesn't hesitate another moment to spread Felix's legs at the knee, angling his cock toward his entrance. Unrestrained desire paints a wanton picture on his features as he starts to push into him, unable to look away from the sight of Felix swallowing him up.]
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Felix has been aware of it, of course. After all, Dimitri's cock has pushed against him time and again during their engagements, widely eager at times even as they both hold back from going further than torrid kisses.
But there's none of that self-restraint to be seen anymore. If Dimitri wasn't so fascinated with the way he parts him, Felix thinks that he would have driven all the way in without a second thought. As it stands, however, Dimitri takes his time, allowing Felix to prop himself up with his arms as he watches Dimitri through pursed lips as his massive thickness disappears into him inch by inch, a fascinating phenomenon that has him entranced given the seeming impossibility of it.
But Felix manages to take him all the way in, eliciting a deep groan from him once there's nothing to see anymore except the wanton desire that paints Dimitri's features red. It's a sight that he's sure to mirror as he trembles at the intimacy of seeing where they're joined now, a occurrence that's unthinkable just a scant few months back.]
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The first few thrusts of his hips are slow, but deep. Every muscle in Dimitri's abdomen pulls taut at the delicious sensation, making his physique stand out that much more. Dimitri growls, a low, guttural sound that brings to mind the beast he someday becomes instead of the sweet boy he once was. He starts picking up the pace with each pass after that, driving himself into Felix like he's trying to force his body to take on his shape.]
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Sighs escape his parted lips as he lays back, watching as Dimitri plows through him like untilled land. And that's what Felix essentially is now, isn't he? His memory may speak of distractions he had previously engaged in, but his body speaks as if it's the first time this has ever happened, what with how tightly wound he still feels despite his earlier preparations. Indeed, it is for him and Dimitri, a fresh realization coming out of it as he marvels at how each thrust sends tremors down his spine, nothing at all like his sweet, but ultimately lacking encounters in the past.
He's always wanted Dimitri to fill him. And now that it's happening, he simply can't get enough of it. Not even when pain laces those deep thrusts, growing faster by the moment as Felix races towards his own release.]
Dimitri...
[Is Felix's wet gasp, tears beading at the corner of his eyes after one particularly harsh pass, but the smile that colors Felix's expression speaks of how much he's enjoying everything. Spread out like this in Dimitri's bed, being claimed as the beast's, he truly feels like he'd been born for Dimitri--to be used by him, to accept all of him, to be molded by him--all purposes which he embraces as much as the flesh repeatedly parting him, clinging to all as if he could never get enough of it.]
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He could easily get addicted.
Dimitri watches Felix with a hazy gaze, his usually stiffly styled hair shaken loose by the vigorous movement. He can only moan in response to Felix calling his name, loud enough that everyone in the surrounding rooms surely will hear him. Thankfully, Dedue is in the room beneath them, Felix's room is on one side, and Sylvain's is on the other. Bless Sylvain for planning ahead. Dimitri chases his release like his life depends on it, rutting into Felix without the slightest trace of shame.]
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Desire shines in his eyes as Dimitri's passion sweeps his inhibitions away, culminating in a loud groan that resounds in his ears long after the fact as his release comes crashing down on him, rendering his mind blank of thought for the time being.]
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You're amazing, Felix, [he murmurs without bothering to lift his head.]
I love you...
[Oh. Oh, no, he meant to wait to say that! Dimitri tenses up, inhaling quickly in a manner that makes it embarrassingly obvious that the words just slipped out.]
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Which is why he can't help a short chuckle when Dimitri tenses after those words, warm as they make Felix too. It's rather cute, if a bit surprising--what's there to be embarrassed about at this point?]
I love you too, [Felix replies, squeezing Dimitri in reassurance. He slides his hand up Dimitri's back to snake his hands into his soft, albeit sweat-soaked, hair, tenderly cradling Dimitri's head close as he smiles next to him, mind blissfully free of worry.]
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I wanted to say that to you at the top of the Goddess Tower.
[...but he can't deny that his happiness at hearing it now far outweighs his disappointment at his failure to keep himself from blurting it out. Dimitri lifts his head enough to peek at Felix, smiling shyly.]
Would you meet with me there anyway?
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Of course.
[It sounds a lot more raw than Felix intended it to be, but the wetness clouding his vision seems to explain it, awkward as they might be despite the fact that they're born out of happiness this time around. Goddess, is he just going to cry like this every time he's overwhelmed?!]
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