[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.]
[Felix groans around the length now filling his mouth, impossibly big at first sight yet something that manages to fit all the same. He's done this countless times during his captivity that it's almost mechanical, but desire burns within him anyway like those other unwanted times. More so now--those inanimate tools used to train him can hardly compare to this pulsing warmth, alive and wanting as much as he is.
So good... Felix sounds out his pleasure yet again, taking Dimitri all the way in his throat, unmindful of how hard he's getting too. Bobbing his head, he focuses on using his mouth to fuck Dimitri, ears perked up as his tail quivers in excitement.]
[Some buried remnant of the boy Dimitri once was cries out that this is wrong. Having anyone do this for someone like him, having Felix debase himself — it's something he should be ashamed of.
But Dimitri isn't that boy anymore. Just like Felix has always said, the Dimitri he knew died that day in Duscur, and the beast that replaced him is as eager as Felix. His cock swells within Felix's mouth, but Felix doesn't pull back immediately once he's hard again. Instead, he keeps going, gulping down his length all the way to the root.
And he loves it. Dimitri doesn't interact with cats directly that often, but he's been begged for food a few times. The quivering tail with his ears at attention is impossible to miss. Dimitri spreads his legs wider to give Felix some more space, tightening his grip on his hair with a low, rumbling hum of pleasure.]
[It's not comfortable at all, having his mouth stuffed like this, yet a twisted portion of him takes pleasure from it anyway, as with the sharp, tingling sensation that comes with Dimitri tugging at his hair. Humming slightly, he continues until the need for air burns his lungs, prompting him to pull back with a pop, breathing hard. Aware of how hard he is too, he keeps his head down, looking at Dimitri's shaft with undisguised desire as he works the nerve and words to say what he wants now.]
[That he just came a handful of minutes ago doesn't seem to matter one bit now. Felix starts to pull back and Dimitri's hips lift on instinct, wanting more. At least he's not so far gone as to stop Felix from drawing away.
Look at him. Now that Felix has tossed his pride away for the moment, he's absolutely adorable. Dimitri can see the yearning in his eyes even from this angle. He won't make him ask again — he wants it too much himself now. Dimitri lets go of his hair to pull Felix into his lap. He doesn't push his cock into him immediately, choosing instead to grind up between Felix's cheeks, lightly nudging the base of his tail.]
[For however much he wants Dimitri's cock back in him, Felix endures for a little longer, a little relieved that Dimitri isn't making him beg out loud. He shudders as Dimitri's warmth brushes against his cheeks, tail high in the air as it brushes against the base.
Wrapping his arms around Dimitri for support, he sucks in a breath as he lifts his hips, more than ready to sink into the heat he's desired for what seems to be an eternity now. Felix groans as he welcomes Dimitri back, sinking all the way down in one smooth motion, shuddering when he reaches all the way down.]
[Felix embraces him so easily, so honestly that he almost doesn't know how to handle it. Dimitri trembles right along with him, just sitting there for a moment or two as he readjusts. It's like sinking into a tub of hot water, and it makes every nerve in his body spark to life. He grabs Felix's ass with both hands and squeezes, starting to roll his hips. Still a little oversensitive, he keeps his pace slow to start with, holding Felix firmly in place if he starts trying to ride him too aggressively.]
[Felix whimpers as Dimitri starts to roll his hips, shuddering violently as the motion jars him from inside out. Yet for however unsettling it is, Felix keeps going, chasing after an end that finally seems within reach.
He wants more of it. And Dimitri's pace is too far to excruciatingly slow for his taste, and no amount of aggressively meeting his hips seem to do it, especially when Dimitri keeps him in place so.]
More...
[Pride forgotten, he voices out his desire, whispering it against Dimitri's neck as he continues to hold on for more.]
Be patient, [Dimitri murmurs, a deep rumble that resembles a growl more than anything else. He lets go of Felix's hips, curious if he'll follow the command now that he's tossed his pride aside. With his hands free, he snakes one between them to start palming Felix's length. It's hot in his hands to the point that he has to wonder if Felix has been doing this for so long that he's rubbed himself raw.]
So hot... have you been in here doing this all day, Felix?
[Something in that deep, primal growl has Felix obeying despite himself, stilling as he waits for Dimitri to dictate their pace. Still, his compliance isn't helped by the way Dimitri's touch sparks something anew in himself, way more rousing than the way he's been touching himself pretty much all day. His gaze slides out of focus as he considers the question, eventually settling for burying his face into Dimitri's shoulder as he shivers underneath his ministrations.]
[Felix makes it so hard to hold back. How is Dimitri supposed to resist such an earnest plea? Accompanied by the warmth that surrounds him, it renders him helpless. With a frustrated groan he caves in, snapping his hips up and driving himself into Felix. His thoughts all fade into a white haze, leaving him panting for breath as he clings to Felix in turn. Though Dimitri doesn't like to admit to it, those five years he spent on the run have him starved for touch. He'll be horrified later, but for now, all pretense falls away as his pleasure starts to climb.]
[The moment that Dimitri caves is blissful more than any thought of Felix could express, a fact he tries to meet with equal fervor as he rocks along with Dimitri's pace. But Dimitri has the energy he does not, and as his pleasure builds with the pace Dimitri sets, Felix eventually surrenders himself to Dimitri's whims, letting him move him as he pleases.
Sweat clings to his brow, breath coming out in hot puffs as he gives up on reining the urge to cry out his relief, clinging to Dimitri as if his life depends on it.]
["Don't stop", Felix begs, and Dimitri obeys. While he meant every fervent word when he said he didn't want to use Felix, he only meant that he didn't want to rape him. With Felix as such an eager participant, he doesn't hesitate to bounce Felix on his cock like a toy, chasing his release like his life depends on it.
And along with it, an outlet for all the tension between himself and Felix. Whatever it is that exists here is something they've both been grappling with far before Tanagura shone a light on it. It's those deeper feelings that add a tenderness to his ferocity as he slams Felix down, impaling him on his length and holding him there to fill him with his spend. Dimitri tilts his head back in an attempt to catch his breath, absent-mindedly stroking Felix's hair.]
[Whatever filter Felix has between his mouth and thoughts is far gone, and he relishes the harsh pace Dimitri sets, finally, finally gaining some sort satisfaction from what's filling him. Dimitri feels hot, alive inside of him, anything and everything he's ever wished for. It's not only his body that desires for it, and for however much he had been abused by his handlers, he's glad they never took this away from him, and that he has this small, little thing he could share as a first with someone he actually cares about. That sentimentality mingles with his tears of relief, and he doesn't hold back at all when Dimitri spends himself inside of him. Nails digging into Dimitri's back, he tips forward as he basks in the way Dimitri fills every inch of him, quenching most of the thirst that had consumed him since a few days back.]
More...
[Felix whispers, a certain need stirring in him, albeit a little more slowly.]
[And he thought he came hard before. Felix milks him for all he's worth, leaving him tingling from head to toe even after the actual climax fades. The bite of his nails is like fire with his nerves so sensitized, and Dimitri twitches and squirms a bit as a result.
Felix still wants more, but Dimitri needs at least a couple of minutes before going again, even if he is somehow still hard. This is what Felix gets for taking so long to ask!
He lets himself fall back onto the mattress with a chuckle and a sigh, reaching up to wipe a few stray strands of hair away from Felix's face. Flooded with hormones, a proper smile finally breaks through his armor of rage, as soft and sweet as it used to be when he was a child. It won't last, but for a few seconds, he feels content.]
[Everything does really feel like a fever dream of sorts. From the way everything seems so hazy to the manner in which Dimitri smiles, reminiscent of days long past...
Felix dismisses it as a figment of his very much addled imagination, whimpering as he rolls his hips weakly against Dimitri, hands on either side of him as he looks down at Dimitri, chest heaving with exertion. He must really look like a mess now, his brow damp with sweat and himself red all over as if he'd run a marathon, so there really way Dimitri would be smiling at him like this.]
Don't want to.
[He'll start fitting himself over Dimitri's cock again in defiance, determined to keep going until he's purged this need out of his system..]
Dimitri could just throw Felix off, of course. He even contemplates it as he sucks in a sharp breath, tossing his head against the sheets as Felix rides him raw. His body jerks with every fall of Felix's hips, voice surprisingly high-pitched as he lets out a small whine.
Yet the sight of Felix more than makes up for it. Perched on his cock, taking him for all he's worth, flushed and sweating and without a trace of his usual bravado. Dimitri bites down on his lower lip to stop himself from making any more humiliating noises, trembling slightly beneath him.
Impossibly, he can feel himself starting to enjoy it again.]
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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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So good... Felix sounds out his pleasure yet again, taking Dimitri all the way in his throat, unmindful of how hard he's getting too. Bobbing his head, he focuses on using his mouth to fuck Dimitri, ears perked up as his tail quivers in excitement.]
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But Dimitri isn't that boy anymore. Just like Felix has always said, the Dimitri he knew died that day in Duscur, and the beast that replaced him is as eager as Felix. His cock swells within Felix's mouth, but Felix doesn't pull back immediately once he's hard again. Instead, he keeps going, gulping down his length all the way to the root.
And he loves it. Dimitri doesn't interact with cats directly that often, but he's been begged for food a few times. The quivering tail with his ears at attention is impossible to miss. Dimitri spreads his legs wider to give Felix some more space, tightening his grip on his hair with a low, rumbling hum of pleasure.]
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Look at him. Now that Felix has tossed his pride away for the moment, he's absolutely adorable. Dimitri can see the yearning in his eyes even from this angle. He won't make him ask again — he wants it too much himself now. Dimitri lets go of his hair to pull Felix into his lap. He doesn't push his cock into him immediately, choosing instead to grind up between Felix's cheeks, lightly nudging the base of his tail.]
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Wrapping his arms around Dimitri for support, he sucks in a breath as he lifts his hips, more than ready to sink into the heat he's desired for what seems to be an eternity now. Felix groans as he welcomes Dimitri back, sinking all the way down in one smooth motion, shuddering when he reaches all the way down.]
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[Felix whimpers as Dimitri starts to roll his hips, shuddering violently as the motion jars him from inside out. Yet for however unsettling it is, Felix keeps going, chasing after an end that finally seems within reach.
He wants more of it. And Dimitri's pace is too far to excruciatingly slow for his taste, and no amount of aggressively meeting his hips seem to do it, especially when Dimitri keeps him in place so.]
More...
[Pride forgotten, he voices out his desire, whispering it against Dimitri's neck as he continues to hold on for more.]
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So hot... have you been in here doing this all day, Felix?
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Mmm. So please...
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[The moment that Dimitri caves is blissful more than any thought of Felix could express, a fact he tries to meet with equal fervor as he rocks along with Dimitri's pace. But Dimitri has the energy he does not, and as his pleasure builds with the pace Dimitri sets, Felix eventually surrenders himself to Dimitri's whims, letting him move him as he pleases.
Sweat clings to his brow, breath coming out in hot puffs as he gives up on reining the urge to cry out his relief, clinging to Dimitri as if his life depends on it.]
Don't... stop...
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And along with it, an outlet for all the tension between himself and Felix. Whatever it is that exists here is something they've both been grappling with far before Tanagura shone a light on it. It's those deeper feelings that add a tenderness to his ferocity as he slams Felix down, impaling him on his length and holding him there to fill him with his spend. Dimitri tilts his head back in an attempt to catch his breath, absent-mindedly stroking Felix's hair.]
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[Whatever filter Felix has between his mouth and thoughts is far gone, and he relishes the harsh pace Dimitri sets, finally, finally gaining some sort satisfaction from what's filling him. Dimitri feels hot, alive inside of him, anything and everything he's ever wished for. It's not only his body that desires for it, and for however much he had been abused by his handlers, he's glad they never took this away from him, and that he has this small, little thing he could share as a first with someone he actually cares about. That sentimentality mingles with his tears of relief, and he doesn't hold back at all when Dimitri spends himself inside of him. Nails digging into Dimitri's back, he tips forward as he basks in the way Dimitri fills every inch of him, quenching most of the thirst that had consumed him since a few days back.]
More...
[Felix whispers, a certain need stirring in him, albeit a little more slowly.]
I need more...
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Felix still wants more, but Dimitri needs at least a couple of minutes before going again, even if he is somehow still hard. This is what Felix gets for taking so long to ask!
He lets himself fall back onto the mattress with a chuckle and a sigh, reaching up to wipe a few stray strands of hair away from Felix's face. Flooded with hormones, a proper smile finally breaks through his armor of rage, as soft and sweet as it used to be when he was a child. It won't last, but for a few seconds, he feels content.]
That is why I told you to be patient.
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Felix dismisses it as a figment of his very much addled imagination, whimpering as he rolls his hips weakly against Dimitri, hands on either side of him as he looks down at Dimitri, chest heaving with exertion. He must really look like a mess now, his brow damp with sweat and himself red all over as if he'd run a marathon, so there really way Dimitri would be smiling at him like this.]
Don't want to.
[He'll start fitting himself over Dimitri's cock again in defiance, determined to keep going until he's purged this need out of his system..]
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Dimitri could just throw Felix off, of course. He even contemplates it as he sucks in a sharp breath, tossing his head against the sheets as Felix rides him raw. His body jerks with every fall of Felix's hips, voice surprisingly high-pitched as he lets out a small whine.
Yet the sight of Felix more than makes up for it. Perched on his cock, taking him for all he's worth, flushed and sweating and without a trace of his usual bravado. Dimitri bites down on his lower lip to stop himself from making any more humiliating noises, trembling slightly beneath him.
Impossibly, he can feel himself starting to enjoy it again.]
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