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Despite finding his resolve, Dimitri still finds himself wide awake and restless. There's a million and one things racing around his head in an endless circuit, and the sheets feel strange against him. He's admittedly still uncomfortable sleeping without the armor on. He'd gotten so used to it, normal clothes make him feel naked. Vulnerable. The touch of the cool stone floor under his bare feet is a relief, a promise that he won't just simply lay here and let his thoughts sweep him out to see.

He lights the candle and hooks his finger into the holder, slipping out into the drafty halls of the monastery.

Originally, wandering without intent, but he doesn't surprise himself when he finds himself standing outside Byleth's door. He doesn't knock. He wants to, but the professor has enough to worry about, and Dimitri has already burdened him with so much of his own turmoil.

But maybe he's also awake? He was a night owl, as he remembers. No- he's probably exhausted. Even if he is awake, there's no need to trouble him with this pointless visit. What is he even here for anyways? He has nothing useful to say, nothing that he hasn't already anyways. The simple fact is that seeing Byleth's face, hearing his voice, just being around him, is soothing.

So Dimitri stands at his door for the next ten minutes or so, wrestling with himself. Silently.

Right. No, he should leave. He's not a child. He's startled when a drip of hot wax hits his hand, spilled from the holder that he was absentmindedly tilting. It doesn't hurt terribly, but it does jar him enough to drop it with a loud TINK!. Scrambling to pick it up, and now balking at the thought of waking the professor like this, as if he just now realized how weird it was to be standing outside someones door for ten minutes, silently.

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He was hoping that would be the case. He nods, taking a moment to thumb open a few of the less obvious clasps of his armor. The last thing he wanted was for Byleth to have to solve a puzzle for his reward right in the heat of things. He stands then, offering himself up to the professor's hands.

Trusting.

"The strap in the back is the main anchor." He doesn't feel the need to warn him that the suit of armor is heavy. That much is obvious, and Byleth is one of the only people he knows who hits just about as hard as he does.

Sitting up more properly, Byleth reaches behind Dimitri to unwork the strap. The armor's weight isn't surprising, and he's able to gently slide it aside to the floor, letting it lean against the bed. It's almost a shame to push away the cape, liking how warm it's always looked. From there, it's a simple task to undress the top of Dimitri.

It comes as no surprise, but it's still an unfortunate thing to see: Dimitri's many scars. The past five years... so much of it Byleth still doesn't know, but he would not think to demand of Dimitri. So, he brushes his lips over his prominent chest, lightly kissing in return, wanting to try to express the same kind of love that Dimitri had given him just a moment ago. His hands remain busy, idly unbuckling belts.

"You're beautiful," he murmurs against skin.

He's never felt anything quite as exquisite as this. Byleth's lips are warm and feathery feeling against his abused skin. It makes his breathing catch and huff.

The comment makes him want to melt right there and throw himself on the smaller man. The impulse to simply tumble them both and roll around in foolish glee seems so absurd but he hasn't felt emotions as sharp as these, not pleasant ones anyways, in years. He feels like he's going to vibrate out of his body. Once he's reduced to the slim tights that he wore under his leg guards, he bends over to kiss him again, holding his face in both hands.

"You're going to make me lose my head all over again." He chuckles before reaching back to the discarded cape and sweeping it around to lay it around Byleth's shoulders. The worn fur is so soft against bare skin.

It's only now that he guides him to lay back and tugs down his under shorts, leaving the professor nude except for the fur. Rough hands gliding up his hips, sides. The last of his own modesty is shuffled off, and he climbs up and over Byleth. Not placing his full weight down, but allowing their naked forms to touch. He doesn't bother containing the shuddering moan of contentment at the warmth and softness.

Oh. Somehow, the mere gesture of having Dimitri's cape around his shoulders makes it all the more touching. He tips his head, his cheek gliding against fur, quietly appreciating it.

But not half as much as he appreciates Dimitri's warm body against his own. Byleth breathes in, drinking in both the sight of the prince as well as the marvelous sounds he makes. He's never felt this way, so hyperfocused to a person's reactions and loving every second of it.

"Kiss me. And... touch me," Byleth tells Dimitri, reaching for him, dragging his leg up Dimitri's side.

"Mmm. It would be my utmost pleasure." Dimitri, despite feeling like he might actually faint from excitement now, manages to keep his voice somewhat even and restrain himself from not simply driving poor Byleth through the bed. Though the thought is tempting... later.

Right now is about making love. Not just sex.

He presses warm lips together, showering him in those requested kisses. He's almost systematic about making sure no part of Byleth's neck, shoulders and face are left un-pecked. His hands roaming and massaging the professor's undoubtedly tired, tense body. Every time Byleth's cock brushes against his own he feels a rush of dizziness and anticipation until he finally presses their hips together. Fingers stroke lightly over a nipple, idly toying with it even as Dimitri focuses on burying his face in the other man's neck.

This feels special, what they're having right now. Every kiss he's given, Byleth sighs into, eyelashes fluttered. Under his hands, he squirms, gasping softly as he presses himself against Dimitri. So quickly, he feels unbearably hard, wanting nothing else but for this moment to last for as long as possible, feeling gloriously good with someone he cares so much for.

Byleth shivers, arching his back slightly at the finger playing with his chest. His hand comes up, stroking through Dimitri's hair, scratching gently.

"Good," he promises.

Ah. Thank the Goddess. Byleth is a man of few words, so he gleans the most from the words he does say. It's relieving to know he's doing well, because while every move is motivated by the utmost love, he's also wholly winging it.

"I-" He keeps his hands moving at least, afraid to lose that face that Byleth is making. "I've never been with- ah. Another man. Or woman. Anyone, I suppose. Just please tell me if I misstep or, heaven forbid, hurt you."

Given that he can feel Byleth's length hard against his own does help. At least he's doing something right. Carefully he sits up, his own length plenty hard. Slowly he grips the more modest professor, pressing them together and easily wrapping his hand around both.

"Is this... right?" He can only think this is how one does it with a man? It certainly feels good to him, giving the both of them an experimental pull.

Looking down between the two of them, for a moment Byleth is overwhelmed. Dimitri is-- big. Very big. And it's not as if Byleth is that small himself, but Dimitri really just dwarf him by comparison. He bites his lower lip, not out of concern but with thrill.

Right. Okay. He said things. Byleth presses his forehead against Dimitri's, cupping the back of his head. "It's all right," he murmurs. "This is... the most excited I've been with someone. It'll be good."

Even just like this, the two of them pressed together-- that's good. He doesn't think they have anything slick in here for much more, but it's not as if he expected things to turn out like this. Breathing in, he reaches down to place his hand around Dimitri's, to join his.

He has to curl over to stroke them both and kiss Byleth at the same time. It isn't a graceful look but that hardly stops him.

"Ah- you're so wonderful, Professor." Calling him that slips out, his mind is entirely focused on the task in his hand. When Byleth's joins his, he strangles back a moan, though he's not particularly good at keeping himself quiet.

"Tell me what you want. Anything- I'll give you anything."

Professor, huh? Byleth almost laughs, but instead he shudders as their hands together stroke. Somehow, he's got to make sure that he remembers that. He licks his lips and gazes up at Dimitri.

"Do you... have oil? Or anything like that." If not, they'll probably just have to do it this way. Which is completely fine.

He sees the threat of amusement, but Byleth takes mercy on him for now. Instead he's allowed to keep up with the momentum of things. The question gives him pause but he puts it together quickly.

"Ah- yes. I do. I believe anyways-" He sits up, pulling out the drawer of his nightstand, simply opting to fumble around in it, it's on his blind-side and he's intent not to release his grip on them. With a small sound of victory, he produces a small vial. "Yes, it's still here after all these years." Dimitri mumbles, uncorking it and pouring a little onto his hand.

Slicking them both up feels... so much better. He allows himself a soft moan at how they slide together so easily now. It's wet and warm.

"My god... Professor Byleth." He's panting now, moving his hand faster, "You feel- so good. You are so good. So beautiful. I've missed you-" He has to slow up, afraid of coming too soon. He wants to though, desperately. Byleth comes first though. He wants to be able to fully appreciate his face in the throws of pleasure.

The sudden added slickness makes him gasp, his hips jerking out of his control. It's so simple, but it feels so good, better than anything else he could claim. His chest is so tight, and he watches how they both disappear at every stroke of Dimitri's hand, covered by him.

I've missed you. Oh, Dimitri. It's so strange, but he feels tears burn at his eyes. The last time he felt that, it was with overwhelming grief, but right now he feels so joyful. Being praised and adored so thoroughly.

"I'm so glad..." Byleth swallows and closes his eyes to keep himself under control. "Glad that you're with me."

"I'm sorry if I'm a bit overbearing it's just- haa-" He has to back off again, feeling himself coming to an edge again, "To be with you like this. It is a dream come to reality."

A kiss lands on Byleth's forehead.

"Do you want me to ah-" He gives them both a squeeze, "Make love to you?" Technically, any sexual activity could be considered making love, but Dimitri means it in the more grounded sense of the term. He swallows, working up the courage and mettle to lean down and whisper to the man beneath him.

"Do you want me... inside you?"

How would it even feel, to have something that big inside of him? It's exciting to consider, but also he has to look down again. It's intimidating, but... yes, he does want that.

Licking his lips, Byleth strokes his hand down Dimitri's hip. "Gonna need some help preparing. Do you-- want me to show you? How I do it?"

Dimitri's breath catches in his chest and his hips twitch a bit at the welcome touch. He can't get enough of this man.

"Yes. Please. Show me." Still ever the teacher, he muses to himself. Why does that turn him on? He'll... have to examine that later. He gives Byleth one more firm stroke, rubbing his thumb against the base of the head before releasing him and sitting up. "I assume you'll want this." He hands over the bottle of oil.

"Yeah. Here... Watch carefully."

The oil is taken, and he slickens a couple of his fingers. With a bit of squirming, which inadvertently causes him to roll up against Dimitri, he reaches down to his hole. He breathes in and then out slowly before he presses his finger in slowly, remembering to relax despite his personal excitement.

"Like that," he says quietly. "See? Try that."

Oh. He watches, and his face is now a deeper shade of red than ever before. He actually has to cover his face with one arm to calm himself down.

"Oh... goodness t-that's..." Yes. Deep breaths. Byleth does it like its nothing. Like he's done it before and now he's thinking about it oh god. He doesn't have to just imagine it though. His head is spinning for a moment before he collects himself. Okay. He takes the bottle and coats his fingers. "Please tell me if I hurt you." He can't help but fret a little. He's prone to breaking things and the last thing he wants to break is the Professor's- well. Never mind that.

One finger to start, he rubs it firmly against Byleth before allowing it to slide in. It goes smoothly, and he presses in to the knuckle. He's certainly firm, but it's clear he's trying his hardest to be gentle.

Dimitri's additional finger alongside his own is more intense than he expected. Not that it's particularly that full, but it startles him at how oddly intimate it is despite the obvious. Byleth breathes in sharply, then relaxes, albeit he's still tightly clenching around the both of them.

"Good," he whispers out. "Just... curl your finger a little. Don't need too much pressure."

His own finger nudges, as if to encourage Dimitri's to move with it. Give him an idea of what to do.

Oh what a look that is. Dimitri can only keep going now, Byleth looks amazing. It's so strange when he truly expresses himself. The would-be king has to drink in every little hint.

He follows the instruction, crooking his finger with Byleth's, encouraged to press up, to rub and search. What he's looking for he has no idea, but the other man seems to know.

"Like this?" He presses up a little more firmly than needed, though not quite enough to hurt.

The sudden pressure from Dimitri is enough to hit him true; a sudden overwhelming sensation shoots up his spine, making Byleth's eyes open wide, his hips jerking. "Mmm!"

Perhaps it isn't much from... well, anyone else. But from Byleth, that's as good as screaming. His face is red and he's squirming, his brows knitted as he looks up at Dimitri.

"There-- again--"

Oh. Oh. At first he'd thought he'd hurt him, made a mistake, but looking at that almost urgent expression. He feels his own cock twitch at the idea of Byleth coming undone like this. Making a mess of him.

He repeats the motion, pressing and massaging this time, keeping his finger there and beckoning against that spot that made him jolt like that.

"You look so good like this." He admits, feeling a little breathless just watching, "You can... ah. You do not have to keep your voice down."

"Dim--!" He can't even manage to get out the other man's name from his lips, his head thrown back as he gasps at the pressure on that spot. It isn't that he's trying to hold back really, but Byleth is just used to being a quiet person all around.

There's squirming, and finally he reaches down to grab onto Dimitri's wrist. "Ease-- ease up." He doesn't want to come so damned soon, not before he has Dimitri inside of him. "Put another finger in. I want you-- soon."

It's incredibly tempting to just make him come right then. His finger keeps working until Byleth stops him, and obediently he halts all movement. He's getting so eager now. Still painfully hard too. Licking his lips, he removes his finger only to slide two back in, twisting them to be able to fit them. They're far bigger, thicker than Byleth's own fingers, so it's probably a lot already.

He still angles them up towards that spot, but this time he moves them a little, gently pulling out before sliding them back in. A shallow thrust each time.

"Is that good?" He asks partially for confirmation, but partially just wanting to hear the man say it.

It's so much, even just from his two fingers. He'd forgotten how large they are in comparison to his own, which are more slender. Hell, Dimitri himself is just much bigger. He must have grown in those five years...

He almost wants to weep at how good it feels, the pressure and thickness alike. It would be so easy to just lose himself like this to the feeling, Dimitri fingerfucking him. For a moment, he just lets it happen, his eyes gazing up at Dimitri as he pants and whimpers under him.

"Yes," Byleth says, voice trembling. "Perfect."

Dimitri has always been a quick study, after all.

The praise makes him shudder. In fact, it's downright intoxicating. He groans a little at it, pushing his fingers in a little harder, parting them slightly to stretch him open. He needs to be inside him right now.

"Professor-" He groans, taking a moment to slick himself up, still haphazardly moving his fingers before pulling them out at last. "Can I? May I?"

Just rubbing his tip against Byleth feels so good. He can only imagine the tight heat.