[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.]
[For a little bit, Dimitri forgets about tormenting Felix. He's never actually been this close to something like this before, and he's fascinated by the way Felix just swallows that toy right up. If not for the wide, flared base, it seems like he really would just suck the whole thing in... and he's so slick, even though Dimitri doesn't see any oil anywhere.]
No? [he asks innocently, pulling the toy out entirely and setting it off to the side. With both hands now free, he takes hold of Felix's hips, squeezing tightly before dragging his palms down to his thighs.
It serves him right for prancing around in these stockings, really.]
[That flushed, frustrated face is quite the treat. Dimitri should probably be disturbed that tormenting one of the people he cares for most scratches the same itch as mutilating imperial soldiers... but he really isn't.]
What new insults will you come up with later if I cave so easily? Are you going to say that I used you? If we have to live together like this, it seems a better bet to tread carefully. So...
[Dimitri presses his hips forward, not caring in the least that rubbing up against Felix like this is going to make his clothes filthy.]
...we shall just have to wait until you beg for it.
[Pleasure shoots up his spine at the warmth that presses behind him, electric as the spells he used to throw at his enemies. But when Dimitri--that damn tease--simply settles for that and makes his intentions known, Felix freezes up, dumbfounded.]
Damn you, [he says, backing up into Dimitri despite the small amount of venom in his breathy tone,] I'm not going to beg.
[Felix really doesn't make it easy to hold back. He presses himself against Dimitri eagerly, the action completely at odds with the irritation in his tone. Dimitri's blood is running so hot that it makes his head spin. Unwilling to give in, he settles for peeling off his shirt and tossing it to the side. He leans over Felix until he can nuzzle at the base of his ear, slowly rocking his hips in a mockery of what they'd both really like him to be doing right now.]
[A groan rumbles in Felix's throat as Dimitri leans in, his ears twitching in response as his tail stands on end, swishing in the air as warmth washes over him anew. Desire pounds through his veins, its heat melting his legs as Dimitri ruthlessly dangles a prospect before him.]
[Later, he'll sit down and think about how very strange it is that Felix wants this as badly as he does. It's clearly the result of some sort of drug that this place has managed to foist on him. If he could properly think about anything but this moment, then he would realize that. He might even feel guilty.
For now, he practically feels drunk.]
Merciless is taking it a bit far. Do you want me to leave, Felix? [he murmurs softly into his hair, taking his hands off of him momentarily to untie the waistband of his pants and ease his cock out. But he doesn't put it inside him — instead, he slips his length right between Felix's thighs, a shuddering breath escaping him at the sensation.]
[Again, the word escapes him before he could rein the urge in. The same goes for the whine that slips past his lips as Dimitri fits his cock between his thighs, somehow even bigger than the toy from earlier. Warm and pulsing too, yet not in the place where Felix wants it to be in.]
[Dimitri spreads his own legs slightly, placing his knees on either side of Felix so that he can squeeze those beautiful legs together. Each roll of his hips treats him to hot, sliding friction against his cock, and though it's not exactly what he wants either, it's still enough to pull a groan out of him.
"Not there", Felix says, and though Dimitri's not ready to cave yet, he decides to reach beneath Felix and start slowly jerking him off.]
[Caught between Dimitri in this manner, Felix groans anyway as Dimitri starts to roll his hips. He can feel himself getting wetter by the minute, desperately meeting Dimitri's hips with his own as he buries his face into the mattress.
Then Dimitri starts touching him and he just melts, letting out a whine as those large, powerful hands start working on him.]
More--no, damn it...
[Tension coils within him despite the emptiness that longs to be filled, and perhaps won't be given the rate Dimitri is going.]
[Felix isn't the only one struggling. As good as this feels and as deeply satisfying as it is to drag Felix down with him, imagining what it might feel like if he actually fucked him is more appealing than he wants to admit. Felix's accusation still rattles between his ears, guilt bubbling beneath the lust.
It's not enough to snuff it out.]
Am I? [he breathes, sounding far more strained than he'd like. Even without the desire to tease Felix, he wants to prove to himself that he can stop. After one final thrust, Dimitri pulls away entirely, sitting on the bed without making even the slightest attempt to cover himself up.]
[Before Felix could reach his peak, Dimitri pulls away, leaving him more wanting than ever. Breathing hard, he keeps still for a moment, hoping Dimitri would come back for him.
But he does not, and Felix has to force himself to face Dimitri just to see what's up. And it really is as he assumed. Dimitri's arousal is in full display, telling of how much he's enjoying this petty little game he's playing at.
Annoyed (and perhaps slightly aroused) by the thought, he twists to expose himself, legs wide open as he glares at Dimitri and spreads his hole.]
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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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No? [he asks innocently, pulling the toy out entirely and setting it off to the side. With both hands now free, he takes hold of Felix's hips, squeezing tightly before dragging his palms down to his thighs.
It serves him right for prancing around in these stockings, really.]
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You tease...
[Felix exhales, attempting to throw a glare at Dimitri from where he is.]
Why deny what you truly want?
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What new insults will you come up with later if I cave so easily? Are you going to say that I used you? If we have to live together like this, it seems a better bet to tread carefully. So...
[Dimitri presses his hips forward, not caring in the least that rubbing up against Felix like this is going to make his clothes filthy.]
...we shall just have to wait until you beg for it.
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Damn you, [he says, backing up into Dimitri despite the small amount of venom in his breathy tone,] I'm not going to beg.
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You... merciless beast...
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For now, he practically feels drunk.]
Merciless is taking it a bit far. Do you want me to leave, Felix? [he murmurs softly into his hair, taking his hands off of him momentarily to untie the waistband of his pants and ease his cock out. But he doesn't put it inside him — instead, he slips his length right between Felix's thighs, a shuddering breath escaping him at the sensation.]
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[Again, the word escapes him before he could rein the urge in. The same goes for the whine that slips past his lips as Dimitri fits his cock between his thighs, somehow even bigger than the toy from earlier. Warm and pulsing too, yet not in the place where Felix wants it to be in.]
Not there...
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"Not there", Felix says, and though Dimitri's not ready to cave yet, he decides to reach beneath Felix and start slowly jerking him off.]
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Then Dimitri starts touching him and he just melts, letting out a whine as those large, powerful hands start working on him.]
More--no, damn it...
[Tension coils within him despite the emptiness that longs to be filled, and perhaps won't be given the rate Dimitri is going.]
You're doing it wrong...
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It's not enough to snuff it out.]
Am I? [he breathes, sounding far more strained than he'd like. Even without the desire to tease Felix, he wants to prove to himself that he can stop. After one final thrust, Dimitri pulls away entirely, sitting on the bed without making even the slightest attempt to cover himself up.]
My apologies.
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But he does not, and Felix has to force himself to face Dimitri just to see what's up. And it really is as he assumed. Dimitri's arousal is in full display, telling of how much he's enjoying this petty little game he's playing at.
Annoyed (and perhaps slightly aroused) by the thought, he twists to expose himself, legs wide open as he glares at Dimitri and spreads his hole.]
If you're so sorry, then hurry up.
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