[Felix rolls onto his back, his gaze hazy despite the fire burning inside him. No — it's because of it. Felix is burning so hot that the smoke is cloaking his typical acerbic nature, and though he's glaring at Dimitri as he makes his demands, there's a hint of something else, too.
Dimitri's lashes flutter as he takes a shuddering breath, briefly stunned into silence by Felix spreading his legs for him so enticingly. He shifts, climbing atop Felix, caressing his bared torso. Just like that night, he nuzzles his face into the crook of Felix's neck, nipping the skin with surprising gentleness considering the sadistic expression he's making.]
Go on, then. Tell me exactly what you want so I do not make any more mistakes.
[Gaze hooded, Felix's heartbeat speeds up as Dimitri towers over him, looking like he's about to finally give--
--but no, he does not. Felix has no idea where this patience is coming from, and grating as it is, he still arches into the contact. He shuts his eyes, still red in the face as Dimitri's breath ghosts across his skin, arousal pounding with need as warmth colors his neck as well.]
[Everything about this is surreal. Really, he thinks he must be having some wild dream brought on by watching Felix in those damnable sample clothes. Dimitri lifts his head to look directly into Felix's eyes, knowing full well how close eye contact makes him squirm. Felix tries to look away, but Dimitri cups his face in both hands, holding him in place.]
You keep calling me that, even now... is that what you want, Felix? Do you want to get fucked by a wild beast?
[Smirking, he trails one hand down Felix's body, tracing from his sternum to his leaking cock and then further still. Dimitri presses a finger against his heated flesh, wriggling it until it slides inside him with a pop.]
[Yes, it's what Felix wants, desperately so. His eyes reflect that darned need, and there's no way for Dimitri to miss it even if Felix does not deign to respond to that question. His shaft twitches in interest as his ears flatten themselves against his head, sparks dancing across his skin as Dimitri trails a finger across it, ending at a point that has his tail reflexively curling, batting lightly against Dimitri's arm in the process.]
If you know so damn much, why don't you just do it? [Felix asks in a low whisper, moaning as he clenches around that finger.]
[Though he shouldn't be surprised considering the size of that toy, his finger easily slips right into Felix. A second follows after it as Dimitri explores his body, trying to find his sweet spot. If he's going to do this (and he already knows he's going to cave eventually), he's going to do it right.]
Why don't you try asking nicely? [he shoots back, lust thickening his voice into a low growl. Even though he already knows Felix isn't going to ask as long as he's still able to mouth off like that...
Deciding he doesn't want to hear any more of Felix's complaining for now, Dimitri surges forward, capturing his lips in an aggressive kiss. He's never kissed anyone before, but instinct makes it seem easy. As he tangles his tongue with Felix's, he can't help but wish for the first time in years that he could properly taste.]
[The second finger slips in easily enough, and despite asking for it in some way, Felix squirms away on reflex. He gasps as Dimitri finds his sweet spot, skin tingling as Dimitri breathes against him.
But before he could answer Dimitri's question, he silences Felix with a kiss, his response giving way to a muffled mrrp instead. Shock widens his eyes as he parts his lips on instinct, allowing Dimitri access to his tongue and more, practically devouring him with this assault.
His mind says this isn't what he wants, yet he arches into it anyway, moaning softly as Dimitri goes about his task. The part of him that wishes to remain adamant about his desire promptly loses to the portion of him that does not want Dimitri to simply dictate the pace of this interaction, so he kisses back with the same angry intensity. Determined, as if fighting a battle he refuses to lose.]
[Felix is so reactive. While there's no denying that seeing Felix in such a desperate state turns Dimitri on, it's the spark of competition in this kiss that has "want" quickly turning into "need". It's both familiar and foreign — coming together with Felix like this, bodies clashing in a desperate struggle. But meeting Felix's blade never felt half as sweet as this does. There's an ache deep inside him, a yearning powerful enough to drown everything else out.
Dimitri groans into the kiss, reaching down between their bodies with his free hand to squeeze the base of his own shaft. He angles it toward the fingers currently buried inside Felix, teasing the head of his cock around the rim of Felix's hole. The slick substance there makes it all the more tempting to just give in, but he doesn't, eager to keep fighting until they both crumble.]
[For however much he denies it, there is something thrilling about battling Dimitri, and this case is no such exception. Felix revels in that exhilarating familiarity, determined to make Dimitri bend to his will as he comes together with him in this manner.
But Dimitri's next move catches him off-guard as much as the kiss does, and he groans in need as that enticing warmth pushes next to his hole.]
Put it in, [Felix whispers against Dimitri's lips, nipping at his lower lip to encourage the notion as he tries to rub against Dimitri's erection, slowly getting more desperate for what Dimitri continues to dangle in front of him.]
[Dimitri sucks in a stuttering gasp at the whispered command, pulling his fingers out of Felix. He smears them all over his length, giving Felix a nip of his own in return.]
Felix...
[Swallowing hard, he lifts his head enough to properly look at him again. Felix's cheeks are flushed a pretty pink, his lips still wet with saliva and slightly swollen from the rough kissing. Goddess, but he's beautiful like this. Dimitri reaches for one of Felix's hands, guiding it down to his slick, throbbing cock. But he doesn't let him seize control — as soon as Felix tries to take him in, he grabs hold of his hips and pins them firmly to the mattress, preventing him from doing anything more than jerking him off.
He looks entirely too pleased with himself about it.]
[Foiled yet again...! Felix sucks in a sharp breath, his stare ice cold as he fixes his eyes on Dimitri. Who looks way too damn smug about this.
How he longs to wipe that smirk off his irritatingly handsome face.]
Damn you...
[But it comes off strained, desire pulsing through his body as his blood screams for him to simply give. Pride, however, still reigns supreme for the most part, and he uses his hand to form a tight tunnel as he starts to jerk Dimitri off, determined to make him cave first.]
Just do it, you ass, [Felix says, groaning deeply as he continues to throb in need, achingly so.]
[If Felix's goal is to make him come in five minutes or less, using that pretty little hand of his so aggressively is definitely going to do it. Clearly, Dimitri needs to change tactics here. Feint and retreat, goad Felix to act recklessly...
So he decides to give him exactly what he wants. Dimitri lifts Felix's hips and repositions himself, slowly sinking into that enticing wet heat. He gasps raggedly as it swallows him up, tingling from head to toe.]
[For however rough his handlers were, there was something they never gave to Felix. Accepting someone's warmth into him for the first time proves to be a more explosive experience than he expected, prompting a needy whine as he finally takes Dimitri, self-satisfaction forgotten in favor of a desire finally fulfilled. Eyes watering slightly, he tangles his hands into the sheets once more, hoping it hides how white-knuckled his grip is. For however large the toy from earlier was, nothing could ever compare to the real thing, and tight a fit as it is, he wants more to say the least of it.]
[Pleasure rips through him as he gives a short, experimental thrust. The temptation to just keep going is powerful, especially when he looks down at Felix again. Though he's definitely fantasized about Felix before, he never dreamed of seeing such a wanton expression on his face. Naked desire paints his features, softening his sharp features into something that's every bit as inviting as his eager hole.
Dimitri arches his back and tosses his head, lashes fluttering as he echoes Felix's cry. As his gaze comes back into focus he reaches down, pressing his palm on Felix's belly. He's more than a little surprised that he's taking it this deep without any pain, but if this is something he enjoys enough to somehow sneak a sex toy into his room, then perhaps he shouldn't be.
He can't take much more of this. Biting down on his lip, Dimitri rolls his hips forward once more only to pull out entirely a moment later.]
[There are no words to describe the pleasure Felix feels as Dimitri thrusts into him. Only a moan as Dimitri gives in, and--]
W-what are you doing? [Felix asks in a voice too strained for comfort, far too high than he's used to when Dimitri pulls out entirely.] Get back here.
[He feels far too empty without Dimitri now, especially without a certain need completely addressed yet. Why would he stop now, when it's so clear he wants this as much as Felix does?]
How demanding, [he practically purrs, sliding off the bed to finally remove his pants completely. But Dimitri doesn't get back on the bed again — instead, he just stands there, fully on display. He's so stiff at this point that his cock nearly lies flat against his belly. If not for the way Felix chewed him out the other night, he undoubtedly would have pounced him by now. As it is... well, he can do some extraordinary things when motivated by spite.]
[Felix hisses as Dimitri's intentions make themselves apparent, but a small whine accompanies it, embarrassing as he lays there with his legs spread wide, practically begging for Dimitri to take him as he is.
But no, apparently that isn't enough. For a while, Felix just narrows his eyes at Dimitri, livid with both rage and arousal as he settles on his course of action, his desperate last resort, his last stand despite knowing it's going to amount to nothing.
Reaching for the discarded toy, he proceeds to push it into his entrance once more, groaning as the artificial fullness parts him, giving none of the satisfaction that Dimitri's cock did.]
Fine, I don't need your help, then.
[A lie, and he knows it. But it won't stop him from pushing the toy in and out of himself and letting out an exaggerated moan, not completely faked.]
[The moan isn't completely faked, but it's faked enough for Dimitri to be able to tell the difference. So he's still smiling as he settles back down on the bed, gaze fixed on where that toy disappears into Felix. He licks his lips, dragging his fingers up his own thighs while he watches. Despite the excessive amount of visual stimulation available here in Tanagura, Dimitri's never really seen the appeal to using any to get off, preferring to just do what he has to do and get it over with without any fuss. Seeing Felix now, however, he understands. It's next to impossible for him to keep from touching himself too, tentatively at first. Soon enough, he's pumping his fist every bit as shamelessly as Felix desperately thrusts that toy.]
[Felix insists as he continues to pump it in and out aggressively, trying to shake off the image of Dimitri parting him instead. He shuts his eyes as soon as he catches a glimpse of Dimitri touching himself, keeping his pace more vigorous to distract from that visual that worsens his need.]
I don't need...
[His hips buck into the toy as his arousal builds, whining pitifully as the sensation, for however pleasurable, does not reach the same height as it did with his minute interaction with Dimitri earlier. Why can't Dimitri just give in, damn it?!
As he brings himself to the edge, he dares to steal a peek at Dimitri, staring at him through glassy eyes. How... how is still going at it? And why is it so irritatingly rousing. Mouth parted slightly, Felix brings himself to climax, groaning as his release washes over him.
And then that sated feeling fades away as quickly as it came, leaving him wanting still. It's the worst possible decision he could make, but he glances Dimitri's way, his eyes on Dimitri's throbbing cock as he imagines it inside of him instead, filling him up--
Recoiling from this train of thought, he sucks in a breath and shakes his head.]
It's not the first time he's thought as much about Felix and it certainly won't be the last. Right now, he's beautiful in the same way he is after a long match — his hair hanging loose, sticking to sweaty, flushed skin. Chest heaving with exertion, his usual grace absent as he struggles to suck in enough air. The higher Felix climbs, the hazier his gaze, the more beautiful he becomes. Dimitri climbs right alongside him, every desperate gasp and strained groan winding him tighter.
Goddess, he wants to be inside him again. It was less than a minute, but he can vividly picture it all the same, his eyes drinking in every detail and using it to fuel the fantasy. By the time Felix comes, he's right on the edge himself. Dimitri bites down on his lip to muffle his own cries as he gives his cock a few more rough strokes, coming explosively all over his hand and abdomen.]
[That cry that follows pierces through his skull, the memory of it imprinting in his mind in a manner Felix isn't about to forget soon. He stares, wide-eyed as Dimitri comes over himself, arousal twitching in interest as he drinks in the sight. Yet it does not stop a hollow ache from making itself known, wishing that Dimitri filled him with his seed instead of wasting it like that--
His face feels unbearably hot as tears spring to his eyes, totally not due to his frustration of being unable to get rid of this feeling. It really isn't, or so he wants to insist. In defiance, Felix pushes the toy back in, but it feels all useless now, doing nothing to fill the emptiness he feels as his gut longs for something else so close within reach.]
[Dimitri comes harder than he has in a long time — those academy days seem so far away now, he can barely even recall what it felt like. It takes him a few moments to focus again, eyes heavily lidded while he tries to catch his breath.
Damn. Felix is definitely going to make some snide remarks about the mess he made later...
Or perhaps not. When he takes another peek at Felix, his eyes are overbright with tears. Apparently, once wasn't enough to satisfy him. Dimitri wipes his hand off on the sheets, watching closely. He's still half-hard himself, but he doesn't feel any urgency at the moment.]
Was that not enough for you? All you have to do is ask.
[Not that he expects him to, and once his knees feel a little bit less like jelly, Dimitri will probably just get up and leave.]
[It isn't, but Felix does not want to let Dimitri know that.]
Please...
[Yet another word escapes him, closer to a sob as he lets go of the toy for now and begs with his eyes, gaze falling on Dimitri's exposed self once more.]
[The shock that briefly flashes over his features gives away the fact that he really didn't think Felix would actually do it. Before, maybe, but now that they both have already come...
And yet he can feel heat stirring inside him again at the straightforward plea, so unlike the man Felix has become. Dimitri only hesitates for a moment before crawling back toward him, once again drawing one of Felix's hands toward his cock. He isn't hard again yet, but he can already tell he'll get there pretty quick.]
[Defeated, Felix allows his hand to be led, inching closer for good measure as he sinks to his knees, every bit the subservient pet he's been taught to be. From there, he says nothing, climbing onto Dimitri's lap and making himself comfortable as he lowers his mouth to Dimitri's tip, pressing a light kiss to it before licking the head then working his way down with his tongue.
The faster he gets Dimitri hard again, the better. Even if it's the expense of what little pride he has left, anything's better than feeling unsatisfied like this.]
[Felix going down on him is even more of a shock than hearing him say "please". Dimitri takes a breath so sharp he almost chokes on it, tilting his head back as he swallows down a deep groan. To say that he's never imagined something like this would be a lie, but he's definitely never imagined Felix going about it so dutifully.
Dimitri might be thrown for a loop, but his cock is quick enough to respond. He curls his toes in the sheets as he slowly starts to get stuff again, shivering. With a surprising amount of gentleness, he reaches down to comb his fingers through Felix's hair, pulling it into a loose ponytail that he holds in place with his fist.]
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Dimitri's lashes flutter as he takes a shuddering breath, briefly stunned into silence by Felix spreading his legs for him so enticingly. He shifts, climbing atop Felix, caressing his bared torso. Just like that night, he nuzzles his face into the crook of Felix's neck, nipping the skin with surprising gentleness considering the sadistic expression he's making.]
Go on, then. Tell me exactly what you want so I do not make any more mistakes.
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--but no, he does not. Felix has no idea where this patience is coming from, and grating as it is, he still arches into the contact. He shuts his eyes, still red in the face as Dimitri's breath ghosts across his skin, arousal pounding with need as warmth colors his neck as well.]
You can't be this dumb, you wild boar.
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You keep calling me that, even now... is that what you want, Felix? Do you want to get fucked by a wild beast?
[Smirking, he trails one hand down Felix's body, tracing from his sternum to his leaking cock and then further still. Dimitri presses a finger against his heated flesh, wriggling it until it slides inside him with a pop.]
It certainly feels like it.
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If you know so damn much, why don't you just do it? [Felix asks in a low whisper, moaning as he clenches around that finger.]
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Why don't you try asking nicely? [he shoots back, lust thickening his voice into a low growl. Even though he already knows Felix isn't going to ask as long as he's still able to mouth off like that...
Deciding he doesn't want to hear any more of Felix's complaining for now, Dimitri surges forward, capturing his lips in an aggressive kiss. He's never kissed anyone before, but instinct makes it seem easy. As he tangles his tongue with Felix's, he can't help but wish for the first time in years that he could properly taste.]
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But before he could answer Dimitri's question, he silences Felix with a kiss, his response giving way to a muffled mrrp instead. Shock widens his eyes as he parts his lips on instinct, allowing Dimitri access to his tongue and more, practically devouring him with this assault.
His mind says this isn't what he wants, yet he arches into it anyway, moaning softly as Dimitri goes about his task. The part of him that wishes to remain adamant about his desire promptly loses to the portion of him that does not want Dimitri to simply dictate the pace of this interaction, so he kisses back with the same angry intensity. Determined, as if fighting a battle he refuses to lose.]
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Dimitri groans into the kiss, reaching down between their bodies with his free hand to squeeze the base of his own shaft. He angles it toward the fingers currently buried inside Felix, teasing the head of his cock around the rim of Felix's hole. The slick substance there makes it all the more tempting to just give in, but he doesn't, eager to keep fighting until they both crumble.]
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But Dimitri's next move catches him off-guard as much as the kiss does, and he groans in need as that enticing warmth pushes next to his hole.]
Put it in, [Felix whispers against Dimitri's lips, nipping at his lower lip to encourage the notion as he tries to rub against Dimitri's erection, slowly getting more desperate for what Dimitri continues to dangle in front of him.]
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Felix...
[Swallowing hard, he lifts his head enough to properly look at him again. Felix's cheeks are flushed a pretty pink, his lips still wet with saliva and slightly swollen from the rough kissing. Goddess, but he's beautiful like this. Dimitri reaches for one of Felix's hands, guiding it down to his slick, throbbing cock. But he doesn't let him seize control — as soon as Felix tries to take him in, he grabs hold of his hips and pins them firmly to the mattress, preventing him from doing anything more than jerking him off.
He looks entirely too pleased with himself about it.]
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How he longs to wipe that smirk off his irritatingly handsome face.]
Damn you...
[But it comes off strained, desire pulsing through his body as his blood screams for him to simply give. Pride, however, still reigns supreme for the most part, and he uses his hand to form a tight tunnel as he starts to jerk Dimitri off, determined to make him cave first.]
Just do it, you ass, [Felix says, groaning deeply as he continues to throb in need, achingly so.]
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So he decides to give him exactly what he wants. Dimitri lifts Felix's hips and repositions himself, slowly sinking into that enticing wet heat. He gasps raggedly as it swallows him up, tingling from head to toe.]
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Dimitri arches his back and tosses his head, lashes fluttering as he echoes Felix's cry. As his gaze comes back into focus he reaches down, pressing his palm on Felix's belly. He's more than a little surprised that he's taking it this deep without any pain, but if this is something he enjoys enough to somehow sneak a sex toy into his room, then perhaps he shouldn't be.
He can't take much more of this. Biting down on his lip, Dimitri rolls his hips forward once more only to pull out entirely a moment later.]
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W-what are you doing? [Felix asks in a voice too strained for comfort, far too high than he's used to when Dimitri pulls out entirely.] Get back here.
[He feels far too empty without Dimitri now, especially without a certain need completely addressed yet. Why would he stop now, when it's so clear he wants this as much as Felix does?]
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Go on. You can do better than that.
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But no, apparently that isn't enough. For a while, Felix just narrows his eyes at Dimitri, livid with both rage and arousal as he settles on his course of action, his desperate last resort, his last stand despite knowing it's going to amount to nothing.
Reaching for the discarded toy, he proceeds to push it into his entrance once more, groaning as the artificial fullness parts him, giving none of the satisfaction that Dimitri's cock did.]
Fine, I don't need your help, then.
[A lie, and he knows it. But it won't stop him from pushing the toy in and out of himself and letting out an exaggerated moan, not completely faked.]
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[The moan isn't completely faked, but it's faked enough for Dimitri to be able to tell the difference. So he's still smiling as he settles back down on the bed, gaze fixed on where that toy disappears into Felix. He licks his lips, dragging his fingers up his own thighs while he watches. Despite the excessive amount of visual stimulation available here in Tanagura, Dimitri's never really seen the appeal to using any to get off, preferring to just do what he has to do and get it over with without any fuss. Seeing Felix now, however, he understands. It's next to impossible for him to keep from touching himself too, tentatively at first. Soon enough, he's pumping his fist every bit as shamelessly as Felix desperately thrusts that toy.]
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[Felix insists as he continues to pump it in and out aggressively, trying to shake off the image of Dimitri parting him instead. He shuts his eyes as soon as he catches a glimpse of Dimitri touching himself, keeping his pace more vigorous to distract from that visual that worsens his need.]
I don't need...
[His hips buck into the toy as his arousal builds, whining pitifully as the sensation, for however pleasurable, does not reach the same height as it did with his minute interaction with Dimitri earlier. Why can't Dimitri just give in, damn it?!
As he brings himself to the edge, he dares to steal a peek at Dimitri, staring at him through glassy eyes. How... how is still going at it? And why is it so irritatingly rousing. Mouth parted slightly, Felix brings himself to climax, groaning as his release washes over him.
And then that sated feeling fades away as quickly as it came, leaving him wanting still. It's the worst possible decision he could make, but he glances Dimitri's way, his eyes on Dimitri's throbbing cock as he imagines it inside of him instead, filling him up--
Recoiling from this train of thought, he sucks in a breath and shakes his head.]
I... don't need you...
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It's not the first time he's thought as much about Felix and it certainly won't be the last. Right now, he's beautiful in the same way he is after a long match — his hair hanging loose, sticking to sweaty, flushed skin. Chest heaving with exertion, his usual grace absent as he struggles to suck in enough air. The higher Felix climbs, the hazier his gaze, the more beautiful he becomes. Dimitri climbs right alongside him, every desperate gasp and strained groan winding him tighter.
Goddess, he wants to be inside him again. It was less than a minute, but he can vividly picture it all the same, his eyes drinking in every detail and using it to fuel the fantasy. By the time Felix comes, he's right on the edge himself. Dimitri bites down on his lip to muffle his own cries as he gives his cock a few more rough strokes, coming explosively all over his hand and abdomen.]
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His face feels unbearably hot as tears spring to his eyes, totally not due to his frustration of being unable to get rid of this feeling. It really isn't, or so he wants to insist. In defiance, Felix pushes the toy back in, but it feels all useless now, doing nothing to fill the emptiness he feels as his gut longs for something else so close within reach.]
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Damn. Felix is definitely going to make some snide remarks about the mess he made later...
Or perhaps not. When he takes another peek at Felix, his eyes are overbright with tears. Apparently, once wasn't enough to satisfy him. Dimitri wipes his hand off on the sheets, watching closely. He's still half-hard himself, but he doesn't feel any urgency at the moment.]
Was that not enough for you? All you have to do is ask.
[Not that he expects him to, and once his knees feel a little bit less like jelly, Dimitri will probably just get up and leave.]
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Please...
[Yet another word escapes him, closer to a sob as he lets go of the toy for now and begs with his eyes, gaze falling on Dimitri's exposed self once more.]
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And yet he can feel heat stirring inside him again at the straightforward plea, so unlike the man Felix has become. Dimitri only hesitates for a moment before crawling back toward him, once again drawing one of Felix's hands toward his cock. He isn't hard again yet, but he can already tell he'll get there pretty quick.]
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The faster he gets Dimitri hard again, the better. Even if it's the expense of what little pride he has left, anything's better than feeling unsatisfied like this.]
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Dimitri might be thrown for a loop, but his cock is quick enough to respond. He curls his toes in the sheets as he slowly starts to get stuff again, shivering. With a surprising amount of gentleness, he reaches down to comb his fingers through Felix's hair, pulling it into a loose ponytail that he holds in place with his fist.]
Felix...
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