[With a frown, Dimitri checks the time. Ah... yes, it is getting late, and he doesn't feel even close to tired enough. Sighing, he rubs his forehead and grabs a towel to at least wipe some of the sweat off. His shirt was abandoned long ago at this point, a situation he sees no need to rectify. Especially with the way Felix's leggings leave so little to the imagination. If Felix is going to prance around on display, why should Dimitri bother with a shirt?]
Is it something that needs to be eaten quickly? Another hour and I should be done.
He blinks, pressing a hand to his temple as heat rushes to his face and straight to his brain, unbidden. But just as he's trying to make sense of it, the heat's gone. Something that might as well have been a figment of his imagination, save for the fact that the feeling lingers upon his skin.]
No. But it'll be colder than Fhirdiad in winter if you keep it waiting, [Felix says after a while, voice a little tight.]
[No matter how estranged they may become, Dimitri is always going to fret a bit when Felix doesn't seem well. Felix takes a deep breath and swoons, flushed and unsteady on his feet. Concerned, Dimitri closes the distance between them and presses the back of his (thankfully dry) hand against Felix's forehead.]
Felix pushes Dimitri away as if he'd been burned, subconsciously flaring his nose as he shuts his eyes, praying it would dispel that shot of inexplicable desire that this time takes a trip down south.]
I'm fine, [Felix says as he keeps his thighs close, nearly stumbling on his feet when he tries to take a step backwards.]
[Felix tears his eyes away from that stern gaze, casting it outside instead as he protectively hugs his arm.]
I can do it myself.
[No. He needs to figure out what's wrong with him first, and he's not going to be able to do it with... whatever weird thing is going on with Dimitri now.
So he'll try to exit the room and will stagger towards the bathroom, unsteady as his gait is.]
You can take the bath yourself, [Dimitri agrees. After all, he'll be sitting. What he doesn't agree Felix can do is to walk there without tipping over, so he'll be scooping Felix up to carry him there whether he likes it or not.
And he very much does not. Felix gets in a good scratch across his cheek. Currently lacking the use of his hands, Dimitri leans in to bite his neck in retaliation.]
[The groan of protest he lets out is expected, but how it comes out as a pathetic little mewl comes as a shock. One that colors his skin bright red, the sound akin to one he swore never to make since their first encounter in this world.
Too afraid to use his legs in addition to his arms, he settles for attempting to elbow Dimitri.]
Only if you stop being a goddess-damned boar about this.
[Especially when there's a part of Felix that stirs at the touch, far too rousing than it's supposed to be by all means.]
[Dimitri would point out that people with fevers are often unreasonable and need to be handled like this, but Felix's skin at his lips, under his teeth — he enjoys it more than he has any right to. So he remains silent as he marches Felix to the bathroom, plunking him down on the thick rim of the tub.]
TANJA, call me if he falls.
[The system chimes to acknowledge the order. With that, Dimitri turns and leaves, eager to banish Felix's red cheeks and soft skin from his thoughts.]
[Being babied like this is far too much, but Felix is no match for Dimitri's strength and boar-like tenacity, eventually ending up in the bath in his lonesome.
Which feels oddly hollow, like the now empty pit in the bottom of his stomach, begging to be filled--
Wait, what?
Felix shakes his head, slightly relieved to note that he seems to have imagined that feeling. Still, he still feels hot all over, and while he's sworn not to touch himself no matter how rough things get going, it seems he only has one way forward at this point.
As hot water starts to fill the tub, Felix grabs one of the soft hand towels from the rack, sinking into the water. Stuffing the cloth into his mouth, he'll start to jerk himself off, albeit angrily given the image of a certain boar that surfaces as he goes about the act. He's certain he'd die of shame if Dimitri overheard any of his moans, and hell if he lets Dimitri know about these conflicted thoughts.]
[Dimitri takes his time with the meal Felix ordered, hoping to be able to use the bath immediately after him (and, unbeknownst to him, for similar reasons).
He's definitely hyper-focused on the texture of his food right now.
But it seems that isn't meant to be. Just as he's finishing up, TANJA cheerfully tattles on Felix for slipping as he's getting out of the tub. Dimitri hurries to the bathroom and snatches one of the longer towels, kneeling down to scoop Felix up into his arms.]
What did I tell you? If you are ill, just say so! Believe me, I would be delighted to force those disgusting people to pay for a doctor.
[Yet Felix is warm--pleasantly, unpleasantly, he does not know for certain. Running hot as he lays in Dimitri's arms, with only a towel between Dimitri and his bare skin. That thought only serves to fuel the warmth enveloping him like a furnace, already worsened by shame.]
Leave me alone, [Felix says, writhing weakly in Dimitri grasp,] I don't need you to baby me.
You collapsed, [Dimitri says flatly, walking Felix over to his bed and placing him firmly on the mattress.]
Stay here. I will bring you some broth and some clothing. If you want me to stop babying you, then drink it all up and walk out of this room with a steady gait.
[Something about Felix's body language now just — goddess, it's like he's purposefully trying to seduce Dimitri, even though Dimitri knows there's no way that could possibly be the case. He grits his teeth and turns to rush off to the kitchen, hoping Felix pulls a sheet over himself by the time he returns with the broth.
Blessedly, he has... though since he knows Felix is essentially nude beneath, Dimitri's not sure it helps all that much.]
Here, [he says gruffly, holding the bowl within Felix's reach. He doesn't make eye contact.]
[He's still hopelessly red when Dimitri returns, but he's managed to regain some sense of calm...
...Which starts fraying at the edges once more when Dimitri draws near. Something about Dimitri makes him feel heady--is it his smell? Before Felix could think better of it, he catches a whiff and chokes. Strong, familiar, intoxicating--if he weren't already seated, he thinks he would have dropped to his knees thanks to it.
He'll take the bowl with shaking hands, though does not make a move to eat. Felix does not trust his hand at all to keep itself stable, and will be needing some time to regain some semblance of strength. What the hell was that anyway?!]
[Felix's apparent difficulty with holding his bowl up properly prompts Dimitri to settle down beside him, expression a mix of curiosity and genuine concern. Felix didn't seem all that weak when he clawed at Dimitri before... hesitantly, he reaches over to lift Felix's wet hair off his back, bringing the sheet up around his shoulders to act as a layer between his skin and the water.
Tanagura's bedlinens are very moisture resistant, after all.]
[The sheets hike up, and while it doesn't expose more of Felix, it does bring attention to something Felix would rather not have discovered.
Or is that truly the case? Especially when that faint smell of salt gives him some pleasant warmth to dwell upon, even if it does nothing to stave off his mounting arousal and the urge to lick it off--
What the hell?!
Still, Felix swoons at that intrusive thought, unconsciously pressing his temple against Dimitri's shoulder, shivering as he presses his legs close underneath the sheets. It causes the bowl he's balancing to spill some of its contents on the sheets, but it's hard to care about it right now when losing himself in Dimitri's warmth is a far more tempting option...]
[Honestly. Felix might have been fussing, but look at him now! He can barely keep himself upright. Dimitri curls one arm around him to place his hand over Felix's and steady the bowl, sighing softly to himself.]
Perhaps I should get you a bottle of water first...
[Not trusting his voice, Felix simply nods, inhaling deeply as he resigns himself to having to deal with this for now. Never mind how tense this contact makes him, and at the same time, makes him crave for more...]
[As angry as Dimitri was (and is) with Felix, it all immediately falls away when he thinks he's sick. Felix doesn't even look like he can properly hold that bowl on his own... Dimitri gently takes it from him and sets it on one of the nightstands, promptly stacking pillows near the headboard so that he can guide Felix to sit there.]
I will just be a few moments.
[With that he hurries off, quick to return with a bottle of water that won't spill half as easily as a bowl of broth. Just sucking the nozzle should be enough to get some out of it, though it will work better if Felix is able to tilt his head back.]
[Despite his continued misgivings about this whole situation, Felix allows himself to be led back, leaning against those comfortable pillows as he waits for Dimitri to come back.]
Thanks.
[He takes the bottle of water gratefully, if a bit guiltily, and takes a generous sip out of it. Refreshing, even if it does nothing to get rid of the heat continuing to warm his body.]
[Felix would probably say "I'm fine" if he were actually dying, so excuse Dimitri for not believing that! He purses his lips, but ultimately, he nods.]
...very well. Just stay here long enough to drink that water and some of the broth, then. I need to wash up myself, so we shall see how you feel once I am finished.
[Dimitri doesn't look like he believes him, but allows him to pretend for a bit.
And a bit is all he needs. Somehow that heat starts ebbing away when Dimitri sets to taking his bath, and Felix finds his grip a lot more stable as time wears on. Distracting as the sheets are, he manages to swallow down the broth, finishing most of it by the time Dimitri emerges from the bath.]
I'm feeling better now. I'll get back to my room.
[Where he can, perhaps, take care of the heat that still lingers.]
[It's a quick bath on Dimitri's end. He doesn't want to leave Felix for too long, after all. But when he emerges again, Felix looks mostly normal. He drank the water and the broth, so maybe he was dehydrated? Maybe he skipped eating since Dimitri didn't stop training today...
He'll have to be more careful about that.]
I suppose it is late.
["You can just stay" sits on the tip of his tongue, unspoken. Like hell he's going to make that offer after last time!]
Get some rest. I will see you at breakfast in the morning.
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Is it something that needs to be eaten quickly? Another hour and I should be done.
[Hopefully.]
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--A task that proves to be a mistake.
He blinks, pressing a hand to his temple as heat rushes to his face and straight to his brain, unbidden. But just as he's trying to make sense of it, the heat's gone. Something that might as well have been a figment of his imagination, save for the fact that the feeling lingers upon his skin.]
No. But it'll be colder than Fhirdiad in winter if you keep it waiting, [Felix says after a while, voice a little tight.]
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...are you feeling unwell?
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Felix pushes Dimitri away as if he'd been burned, subconsciously flaring his nose as he shuts his eyes, praying it would dispel that shot of inexplicable desire that this time takes a trip down south.]
I'm fine, [Felix says as he keeps his thighs close, nearly stumbling on his feet when he tries to take a step backwards.]
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[Dimitri holds his arm out like he wants Felix to take it, frowning sternly.]
Take my arm. We should get you into a cool bath.
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I can do it myself.
[No. He needs to figure out what's wrong with him first, and he's not going to be able to do it with... whatever weird thing is going on with Dimitri now.
So he'll try to exit the room and will stagger towards the bathroom, unsteady as his gait is.]
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And he very much does not. Felix gets in a good scratch across his cheek. Currently lacking the use of his hands, Dimitri leans in to bite his neck in retaliation.]
Just hold still!
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Too afraid to use his legs in addition to his arms, he settles for attempting to elbow Dimitri.]
Only if you stop being a goddess-damned boar about this.
[Especially when there's a part of Felix that stirs at the touch, far too rousing than it's supposed to be by all means.]
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TANJA, call me if he falls.
[The system chimes to acknowledge the order. With that, Dimitri turns and leaves, eager to banish Felix's red cheeks and soft skin from his thoughts.]
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Which feels oddly hollow, like the now empty pit in the bottom of his stomach, begging to be filled--
Wait, what?
Felix shakes his head, slightly relieved to note that he seems to have imagined that feeling. Still, he still feels hot all over, and while he's sworn not to touch himself no matter how rough things get going, it seems he only has one way forward at this point.
As hot water starts to fill the tub, Felix grabs one of the soft hand towels from the rack, sinking into the water. Stuffing the cloth into his mouth, he'll start to jerk himself off, albeit angrily given the image of a certain boar that surfaces as he goes about the act. He's certain he'd die of shame if Dimitri overheard any of his moans, and hell if he lets Dimitri know about these conflicted thoughts.]
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He's definitely hyper-focused on the texture of his food right now.
But it seems that isn't meant to be. Just as he's finishing up, TANJA cheerfully tattles on Felix for slipping as he's getting out of the tub. Dimitri hurries to the bathroom and snatches one of the longer towels, kneeling down to scoop Felix up into his arms.]
What did I tell you? If you are ill, just say so! Believe me, I would be delighted to force those disgusting people to pay for a doctor.
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[Yet Felix is warm--pleasantly, unpleasantly, he does not know for certain. Running hot as he lays in Dimitri's arms, with only a towel between Dimitri and his bare skin. That thought only serves to fuel the warmth enveloping him like a furnace, already worsened by shame.]
Leave me alone, [Felix says, writhing weakly in Dimitri grasp,] I don't need you to baby me.
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Stay here. I will bring you some broth and some clothing. If you want me to stop babying you, then drink it all up and walk out of this room with a steady gait.
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[--did not, but that's exactly what happened, and it's undeniable as the way he remains warm despite the chill atmosphere in Dimitri's room.]
Don't order me around.
[Pulling up the towel left with him, he casts his gaze away from Dimitri, chewing on his lower lip as he wills this blush to fade away.]
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Blessedly, he has... though since he knows Felix is essentially nude beneath, Dimitri's not sure it helps all that much.]
Here, [he says gruffly, holding the bowl within Felix's reach. He doesn't make eye contact.]
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...Which starts fraying at the edges once more when Dimitri draws near. Something about Dimitri makes him feel heady--is it his smell? Before Felix could think better of it, he catches a whiff and chokes. Strong, familiar, intoxicating--if he weren't already seated, he thinks he would have dropped to his knees thanks to it.
He'll take the bowl with shaking hands, though does not make a move to eat. Felix does not trust his hand at all to keep itself stable, and will be needing some time to regain some semblance of strength. What the hell was that anyway?!]
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Tanagura's bedlinens are very moisture resistant, after all.]
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Or is that truly the case? Especially when that faint smell of salt gives him some pleasant warmth to dwell upon, even if it does nothing to stave off his mounting arousal and the urge to lick it off--
What the hell?!
Still, Felix swoons at that intrusive thought, unconsciously pressing his temple against Dimitri's shoulder, shivering as he presses his legs close underneath the sheets. It causes the bowl he's balancing to spill some of its contents on the sheets, but it's hard to care about it right now when losing himself in Dimitri's warmth is a far more tempting option...]
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Perhaps I should get you a bottle of water first...
[At least he wouldn't be able to spill that.]
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I will just be a few moments.
[With that he hurries off, quick to return with a bottle of water that won't spill half as easily as a bowl of broth. Just sucking the nozzle should be enough to get some out of it, though it will work better if Felix is able to tilt his head back.]
Here.
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Thanks.
[He takes the bottle of water gratefully, if a bit guiltily, and takes a generous sip out of it. Refreshing, even if it does nothing to get rid of the heat continuing to warm his body.]
...You don't have to look after me. I'll be fine.
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...very well. Just stay here long enough to drink that water and some of the broth, then. I need to wash up myself, so we shall see how you feel once I am finished.
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[Dimitri doesn't look like he believes him, but allows him to pretend for a bit.
And a bit is all he needs. Somehow that heat starts ebbing away when Dimitri sets to taking his bath, and Felix finds his grip a lot more stable as time wears on. Distracting as the sheets are, he manages to swallow down the broth, finishing most of it by the time Dimitri emerges from the bath.]
I'm feeling better now. I'll get back to my room.
[Where he can, perhaps, take care of the heat that still lingers.]
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He'll have to be more careful about that.]
I suppose it is late.
["You can just stay" sits on the tip of his tongue, unspoken. Like hell he's going to make that offer after last time!]
Get some rest. I will see you at breakfast in the morning.
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