[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.]
[It feels surreal, finally finding the relief he seeks. Instinct rather than conscious thought guides him into lying on top of Dimitri, resting like that's the only place he'd rather be in. A contented purr escapes him as he closes his eyes, willing for this pleasant dream of sorts to continue.]
[Still hard inside him, Dimitri could probably keep going — but that purr is just so relaxing that he's easily lulled into quietly snuggling him. Dimitri idly finger combs Felix's hair, unsticking the strands clinging to his sweaty back and brushing them off to the side for him. Though he's feeling a little overheated himself, he can't even bear to think about moving Felix just yet. It's like he's a besotted lover... or a cat owner cooing over their precious baby despite the fact that their precious baby was a terror before running themselves into exhaustion.
You are the one that asked. I was going to keep the thought to myself.
[That he's obviously displeased but still not moving makes it clear that Felix is tired out now — not that it's a surprise since he's been at this all day. Being buried inside him is far too stimulating, though, and if he really needs to rest then Dimitri needs to shift around a bit. He angles his hips away from Felix until his cock pops free, shivering as the comparatively cool air around them hits his bared flesh.]
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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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The thought makes him chuckle.]
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What's so funny? [he asks, a little breathless.]
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I realized that I can now fully understand people that cannot bear to move a comfortable cat.
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Shut up.
[He groans, yet keeps himself where he is--not like he could move even if he wanted to. Why must Dimitri's chest be so comfortable...?]
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[That he's obviously displeased but still not moving makes it clear that Felix is tired out now — not that it's a surprise since he's been at this all day. Being buried inside him is far too stimulating, though, and if he really needs to rest then Dimitri needs to shift around a bit. He angles his hips away from Felix until his cock pops free, shivering as the comparatively cool air around them hits his bared flesh.]