[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.]
[Indeed, in that moment, Felix is every bit the ideal pet that his handlers wanted him to be. There's no trace of the proud swordsman that Felix touts himself to be. Only a pet eager to please, starved for his master's touch as he keeps chasing after it deliriously, as if coming to a stop would mean the end of it all.]
Good... so good...
[Dimitri is intoxicating, and despite the fact it could have been easily anyone else, Felix cannot imagine sharing this first of a kind with anyone else. The noises he draws out of Dimitri are music to his ears, and he's determined to draw out more as part of some twisted challenge. Just like this, he thinks he can keep going despite his exhaustion, breaths coming out in pants as he continues to ride Dimitri for all he's worth.]
Beautiful, [he breathes, unaware that he's actually voicing that thought. Dimitri fists his hands in the sheets in an attempt to center himself. Really, he's almost as far gone as Felix is right now, abandoning his gruff persona entirely. He gives up on holding back his cries in short order. Dimitri gazes up at Felix open-mouthed, so transfixed that it's like he thinks there's nothing else in the world worth paying attention to.
With another deep, shuddering breath, he slowly uncurls his fists, reaching up to squeeze Felix's thighs as Felix relentlessly chases release. Dimitri's gaze trails up the stockings and over the bared skin, settling on the place where they're joined. Come leaks out of Felix and onto Dimitri's groin, but he can't bring himself to care about the mess. He's a little awed by the apparent ease with which Felix takes him in.]
[Despite the cool that Dimitri has blasting out of the temperature regulator, the room feels unbearably hot as he continues to ride Dimitri. Dimitri's praise rings in his ears, a comment that warms him from head to toe as he continues to ride Dimitri. Gaze darkened with lust, he continues to drink in the sight before him, one that's more deserving of the label bestowed upon him. "Beautiful" does not even begin to describe Dimitri now--not when he has discarded his mask and let his emotions run as they may, neither the charming prince Dimitri pretends to be or the beast Felix claims him to be.
Just... Dimitri. The way Felix has wanted him to be. Honest to himself, true as can be.
Felix lets out a small groan when his moment of release washes over him, shuddering as he comes over himself in messy spurts. He has nothing more left to give as he sways unsteadily on top of Dimitri, delirious in the afterglow.]
[Dimitri can tell Felix is getting close, and though he's just now starting to really feel it himself again, he wants to see Felix fall apart more than he wants to get off. So he matches Felix's rhythm, sliding his hands up to grab his hips again. It doesn't take long for Felix to crack.
Even if they go back to being at odds after this, he's never going to be able forget the face Felix is making as he finally lifts his gaze again. Blissful, utterly free of any thoughts or anxieties... somehow, it makes Dimitri want to protect him. It has him guiding Felix to lie down on top of him, quietly holding his head to his chest to let him catch his breath.]
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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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Good... so good...
[Dimitri is intoxicating, and despite the fact it could have been easily anyone else, Felix cannot imagine sharing this first of a kind with anyone else. The noises he draws out of Dimitri are music to his ears, and he's determined to draw out more as part of some twisted challenge. Just like this, he thinks he can keep going despite his exhaustion, breaths coming out in pants as he continues to ride Dimitri for all he's worth.]
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With another deep, shuddering breath, he slowly uncurls his fists, reaching up to squeeze Felix's thighs as Felix relentlessly chases release. Dimitri's gaze trails up the stockings and over the bared skin, settling on the place where they're joined. Come leaks out of Felix and onto Dimitri's groin, but he can't bring himself to care about the mess. He's a little awed by the apparent ease with which Felix takes him in.]
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[Despite the cool that Dimitri has blasting out of the temperature regulator, the room feels unbearably hot as he continues to ride Dimitri. Dimitri's praise rings in his ears, a comment that warms him from head to toe as he continues to ride Dimitri. Gaze darkened with lust, he continues to drink in the sight before him, one that's more deserving of the label bestowed upon him. "Beautiful" does not even begin to describe Dimitri now--not when he has discarded his mask and let his emotions run as they may, neither the charming prince Dimitri pretends to be or the beast Felix claims him to be.
Just... Dimitri. The way Felix has wanted him to be. Honest to himself, true as can be.
Felix lets out a small groan when his moment of release washes over him, shuddering as he comes over himself in messy spurts. He has nothing more left to give as he sways unsteadily on top of Dimitri, delirious in the afterglow.]
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Even if they go back to being at odds after this, he's never going to be able forget the face Felix is making as he finally lifts his gaze again. Blissful, utterly free of any thoughts or anxieties... somehow, it makes Dimitri want to protect him. It has him guiding Felix to lie down on top of him, quietly holding his head to his chest to let him catch his breath.]
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