[Everything does really feel like a fever dream of sorts. From the way everything seems so hazy to the manner in which Dimitri smiles, reminiscent of days long past...
Felix dismisses it as a figment of his very much addled imagination, whimpering as he rolls his hips weakly against Dimitri, hands on either side of him as he looks down at Dimitri, chest heaving with exertion. He must really look like a mess now, his brow damp with sweat and himself red all over as if he'd run a marathon, so there really way Dimitri would be smiling at him like this.]
Don't want to.
[He'll start fitting himself over Dimitri's cock again in defiance, determined to keep going until he's purged this need out of his system..]
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Felix dismisses it as a figment of his very much addled imagination, whimpering as he rolls his hips weakly against Dimitri, hands on either side of him as he looks down at Dimitri, chest heaving with exertion. He must really look like a mess now, his brow damp with sweat and himself red all over as if he'd run a marathon, so there really way Dimitri would be smiling at him like this.]
Don't want to.
[He'll start fitting himself over Dimitri's cock again in defiance, determined to keep going until he's purged this need out of his system..]