[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.
[And Dimitri mercifully gives him that out he needs. After a nod, Felix climbs off the bed with the towel still wrapped around him, skirting his way back to his room so he can take care of unfinished business.
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Felix's torment does not end that day, however. While he manages to sate himself the first day, the feeling exacerbates itself the next day, leading Felix to spend more time trying to satisfy himself during his waking hours.
Still, that's nothing compared to the way he leaks the next day. As if wanting nothing more but a dick to fill him up. It disgusts him so much, yet it does not stop him from fingering himself--anything to fill this hollow pit in his stomach that's settled since.
No such luck. As Dimitri's presence only seems to worsen it and Felix has no plans of pursuing why that's the case, he takes an early breakfast that day then proceeds to lock himself in his room the whole day, taking turns between trying to sleep this feeling off and trying to satisfy his hunger that isn't due to him skipping two meals that day.]
[Whatever bout of dizziness hit Felix seems to clear up without incident, leaving them both avoiding each other save for whenever Felix comes to remind Dimitri to eat regularly. And though Dimitri doesn't intend to do it, he finds himself watching Felix very closely during those small chunks of time when they're eating. There's an inherent sensuality in the way Felix moves, in the healthy flush of his skin and the manner in which he lets the utensils linger on his lips.
It's not until Felix skips those mealtimes that Dimitri's guiltily coming to enjoy that Dimitri realizes something is truly amiss. Though TANJA would allow him automatic access to Felix's room if he wished, Dimitri has the decency to knock, wanting Felix to feel like he has someplace he can retreat to in this awful world.]
[As luck would have it, Felix is in the middle of playing with himself when Dimitri comes to check on him. His breath hitches when the call arrives, biting back a moan when he clenches reflexively around the large toy inside of him, thinking of what it might be like to have the real thing inside instead of this pathetic substitute...
No, he can't allow himself to think about that. Not now, not ever.
Not at all trusting his voice in this situation, he keeps his silence, hoping Dimitri would just let him be if he proceeded to ignore him.]
[Complete silence is one of the worst choices Felix could make in this situation. Even taking that toy and flinging it at the door would be a better choice — Dimitri would assume that he's angry about something and leave in a huff. As it is, he's worried. He knocks again, more urgently.]
[Goddess, it only seems to worsen matters. Felix shivers as the toy drags inside of him pleasantly, unable to stop himself from pushing it in and out even with Dimitri right out there.
Would Dimitri feel like this too? Would he be as big and perhaps more satisfying than--]
...No, [he whispers despite himself, a little delirious as he ] not now.
[Dimitri doesn't know, of course. The list of alterations that those bastards made to Felix was incomprehensible to him, the best he could do was to demand that they take care of any medical issues that might arise. Eager to appease a man whose file not only said that he was a king but that he has super strength and a history of violence, they quickly agreed. Other than being out of shape and that one instance of dizziness, Felix has seemed fine, so Dimitri has done his best to not think about it.
But he's been worried. He might be doing his damndest to push everyone he cares about away, but he doesn't do it because he doesn't care — it's because he does care, to a painful extent. The thought of the ghosts of his friends haunting him along with the ghosts of his family makes him sick. Pushing them all away is the best method he can think of to prevent them from trying to protect him. Perhaps if he'd properly shown how much he still cares, Felix would know better than to not answer him when that note of urgency creeps into his tone.]
I'm coming in, [he says firmly. Felix says something, sounding like he can barely breathe — it only makes Dimitri open that door faster.
[Felix's "don't" is lost in a breathy whisper, far too unintelligible and too sensual for his taste. Panic at the door opening only serves to fuel his mounting arousal, the shock through his system gathering at an unfortunate point as Dimitri slips in. One hand is still on the toy, while the other is around his shaft, frozen for a moment as he feels Dimitri's gaze on him.]
Boar...
[Unfocused eyes meet Dimitri's dumbfounded expression. The heat of shame continues to paint Felix's expression red, his pale skin flush with arousal as his chest heaves with exertion.]
H--
[For better or for worse, his call for help is lost in a stifled whine, a phenomenon that prompts him to lower his gaze in shame, hands prepared to resume what they're doing before the untimely interruption as if having minds of their own. Should he or should he not...?]
[Dimitri holds his breath, utterly at a loss for what to do. It feels like he might just stay frozen there forever until Felix manages to gasp out his favorite insult. He's immediately jarred back into the present, suddenly aware of how embarrassingly, achingly hard he's become in just that handful of seconds.
Goddess, and Felix is so far gone that he keeps going. It's a sight he's never going to be able to forget, even if he wishes he could. Living here with Felix is about to get that much more uncomfortable. He takes a few steps back, only distantly hearing Felix saying something. Dimitri pauses there in the doorway, waiting for him to repeat it.]
[Felix's stomach drops when Dimitri moves to leave, his pleasure-addled brain begging for him to stay for a reason he doesn't want to think about it. Words slip past his lips before he could even think on them properly, and to his horror and relief it gets Dimitri to pause.]
Wait.
[He sucks in a breath, taking a moment to process it and to brace himself for a repeat.
He can't. Not while looking Dimitri in the eye. So he buries his face into the mattress, letting it muffle the rest of his words as he shivers with the artificial fullness occupying him that moment.]
Help... me...
[At this point there's only one avenue left to him, and it's standing right in front of him. And by the looks of it, Dimitri is very much interested.]
Ah, but he does. Look how humiliated he is, practically trembling. The tension in Dimitri just melts away once he realizes it. He glides across the floor like a lion stalking prey, slowly settling down beside Felix. Dimitri reaches out to stroke Felix's lower back oh-so-lightly, a nasty smirk tugging at his lips.]
Do you really want a "pathetic" beast like me touching you, Felix? You seemed adamant about disliking it before.
[Felix arches into that touch, wiggling in the air as Dimitri keeps his touch purposefully light, not at all filling as he throws a snide comment Felix's way.]
This is all your fault, [Felix hisses, hating the way his muscles draw tight as his body braces himself for more, even if he isn't sure Dimitri would be so forthcoming given the tease in his tone.] Own up to it.
[As if he's about to let him off that easily. Felix has been quite the source of sexual frustration here. Not only that, but Dimitri's been feeling so guilty about it. For wanting him, exactly like his kidnappers hoped his potential master would. Felix played right into that, shooting him those scathing glares and accusing him of being just like those people, acting as if the thought of it was disgusting.
Yet here he is now, literally wiggling his ass in the air, all but begging him to touch him.]
How is it my fault, exactly? Have you been thinking of me? How precious.
[Felix inhales sharply when he accidentally jostles the toy inside of him, regretting the action in more ways that one. Dimtri's scent is cloying at this point, filling his brain with nothing but the desire to be taken by the strength of its originator, to be filled up and used as desired. He moans at the thought, toes curling underneath him as he digs his face further into the mattress to muffle the noise and the mew that escapes his lips.]
[Felix can be rough with his speech, but hearing him literally ordering Dimitri to fuck him is on a whole other level. Dimitri sucks in a breath, trying to fight the sudden wave of heat that washes over him upon hearing it. He wants to do exactly that so badly that it hurts, but if Felix is still able to mouth off at him like this, then Dimitri's going to hold back. If they're doing this, he's going to drag Felix down so far that even someone as stubborn as he is won't be able to pretend he didn't want it.
Dimitri rises up on his knees, situating himself behind Felix as if he's going to meet his demands. Instead, he just grabs hold of that toy and takes over, pumping it into his waiting hole at a slow and steady pace.]
[Felix's heart leaps into his throat as Dimitri situates him as if to heed Felix's demand, growing wetter at the prospect as Dimitri draws near--
But instead he just takes the damn toy and continues to mess around with him. Gasping, Felix's hands drop uselessly into the sheets as he fists his fingers into it, gritting his teeth at this unwanted response.]
Not... that...
[Yet, he instinctively pushes against the toy as if he could not get enough of it, even if there's something else that he truly wants. The noise is obscene to his ears as much as his protest, lacking the bite behind his earlier demand.]
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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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--
Felix's torment does not end that day, however. While he manages to sate himself the first day, the feeling exacerbates itself the next day, leading Felix to spend more time trying to satisfy himself during his waking hours.
Still, that's nothing compared to the way he leaks the next day. As if wanting nothing more but a dick to fill him up. It disgusts him so much, yet it does not stop him from fingering himself--anything to fill this hollow pit in his stomach that's settled since.
No such luck. As Dimitri's presence only seems to worsen it and Felix has no plans of pursuing why that's the case, he takes an early breakfast that day then proceeds to lock himself in his room the whole day, taking turns between trying to sleep this feeling off and trying to satisfy his hunger that isn't due to him skipping two meals that day.]
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It's not until Felix skips those mealtimes that Dimitri's guiltily coming to enjoy that Dimitri realizes something is truly amiss. Though TANJA would allow him automatic access to Felix's room if he wished, Dimitri has the decency to knock, wanting Felix to feel like he has someplace he can retreat to in this awful world.]
Felix? You have not yet eaten today...
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No, he can't allow himself to think about that. Not now, not ever.
Not at all trusting his voice in this situation, he keeps his silence, hoping Dimitri would just let him be if he proceeded to ignore him.]
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Felix?
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Would Dimitri feel like this too? Would he be as big and perhaps more satisfying than--]
...No, [he whispers despite himself, a little delirious as he ] not now.
[Or ever. Especially when he's so close...]
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But he's been worried. He might be doing his damndest to push everyone he cares about away, but he doesn't do it because he doesn't care — it's because he does care, to a painful extent. The thought of the ghosts of his friends haunting him along with the ghosts of his family makes him sick. Pushing them all away is the best method he can think of to prevent them from trying to protect him. Perhaps if he'd properly shown how much he still cares, Felix would know better than to not answer him when that note of urgency creeps into his tone.]
I'm coming in, [he says firmly. Felix says something, sounding like he can barely breathe — it only makes Dimitri open that door faster.
And then he just stares.]
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Boar...
[Unfocused eyes meet Dimitri's dumbfounded expression. The heat of shame continues to paint Felix's expression red, his pale skin flush with arousal as his chest heaves with exertion.]
H--
[For better or for worse, his call for help is lost in a stifled whine, a phenomenon that prompts him to lower his gaze in shame, hands prepared to resume what they're doing before the untimely interruption as if having minds of their own. Should he or should he not...?]
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Goddess, and Felix is so far gone that he keeps going. It's a sight he's never going to be able to forget, even if he wishes he could. Living here with Felix is about to get that much more uncomfortable. He takes a few steps back, only distantly hearing Felix saying something. Dimitri pauses there in the doorway, waiting for him to repeat it.]
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Wait.
[He sucks in a breath, taking a moment to process it and to brace himself for a repeat.
He can't. Not while looking Dimitri in the eye. So he buries his face into the mattress, letting it muffle the rest of his words as he shivers with the artificial fullness occupying him that moment.]
Help... me...
[At this point there's only one avenue left to him, and it's standing right in front of him. And by the looks of it, Dimitri is very much interested.]
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Ah, but he does. Look how humiliated he is, practically trembling. The tension in Dimitri just melts away once he realizes it. He glides across the floor like a lion stalking prey, slowly settling down beside Felix. Dimitri reaches out to stroke Felix's lower back oh-so-lightly, a nasty smirk tugging at his lips.]
Do you really want a "pathetic" beast like me touching you, Felix? You seemed adamant about disliking it before.
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This is all your fault, [Felix hisses, hating the way his muscles draw tight as his body braces himself for more, even if he isn't sure Dimitri would be so forthcoming given the tease in his tone.] Own up to it.
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Yet here he is now, literally wiggling his ass in the air, all but begging him to touch him.]
How is it my fault, exactly? Have you been thinking of me? How precious.
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Shut up. Quit fooling around and just fuck me.
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Dimitri rises up on his knees, situating himself behind Felix as if he's going to meet his demands. Instead, he just grabs hold of that toy and takes over, pumping it into his waiting hole at a slow and steady pace.]
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But instead he just takes the damn toy and continues to mess around with him. Gasping, Felix's hands drop uselessly into the sheets as he fists his fingers into it, gritting his teeth at this unwanted response.]
Not... that...
[Yet, he instinctively pushes against the toy as if he could not get enough of it, even if there's something else that he truly wants. The noise is obscene to his ears as much as his protest, lacking the bite behind his earlier demand.]
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