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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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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.

The additional stretching makes him gasp, going rigid for a moment at the sudden feeling. And yet, it's nothing in comparison to the cock pressing just so against him.

Professor again. His ears burn a little.

Under Dimitri, he squirms a bit until he's spreading his legs out for him, letting them hook loosely around the prince's hips. This way, there's a bit more leverage, more space. Maybe it won't be enough for someone of Dimitri's size, though.

"Yes. Just... slow," he instructs.

"Slow... yes of course." He is really trying to show the utmost restraint and not go off like some teenage boy in the first five minutes. Slowly indeed, he presses in at first there's so much resistance, and then the oil makes him pop in. Dimitri actually yelps at the shock of tightness around his tip. He stops, trembling a little, hands squeezing Byleth's thighs.

"Ah- oh n- you're. So warm. Byleth." He practucally moans the man's name as he gradually eases in. "Oh my god." He's certainly not quiet. Though in his defense, it's hard to be when he's this excited. Inch by trembling inch, he works his way in. It takes a few minutes until he's mostly in, just about a third left when he has to stop and pant raggedly. Right. He'll worry about the rest later. Right now, he folds over Byleth to kiss him hungrily, gently guiding his arms up above his head.

He starts off with just a gentle rocking, hardly moving his hips at all, just rocking them back and fourth and letting the smaller man move with him.

It's so much, even with Dimitri taking his time as he is. Byleth is far quieter by comparison, letting out little pants and whines as he feels himself spread open. Comparatively, Byleth is more experienced -- which isn't hard when you're comparing yourself to zero -- but Dimitri is easily still the biggest he's ever had. When the tip just pops in suddenly, he whimpers, his legs trembling in Dimitri's hands.

The kissing helps him, letting him moan messily into the other man's mouth. Just a bit of moving allows Dimitri to slowly work inside of him, easing him inside. Byleth tries to not clench over him, he truly does, even if it's extremely difficult at first. It's hard not to when he's completely aware of how large he is, but he gradually calms enough to at least relax a little.

Hearing Byleth moan like that is so, so wonderful. The sound dripping with pleasure and need, all for him. He starts to pick up his pace, little by little, keeping a close eye on the smaller man under him. He pulls his hips up a little so that he can move down into him, a better angle, and it lets him push in deeper too.

It isn't until he's actually thrusting into him in earnest that he realizes the bed is starting to thump against the wall and creak under their movement. There is a small part of him that is mortified at someone hearing them, but every other part of him doesn't care right now. He only wants to see Byleth feel good, to hear more of those delicious little sounds he's making. He does start losing himself a little, just perhaps a touch too passionate. He moves harder, faster, picking the professor up under his back and holding him off the bed as he moves into him.

"Professor. Byleth. Byleth. My beloved- yes!" He's starting to get quite loud himself too, his mind going fuzzy as he lets his body do the thinking, and Byleth's name turning to deep, growling moans in his throat.

Despite the acute knowledge that Dimitri is one of the strongest men he knows, it still alarms him for a moment when he's picked up while Dimitri is fucking him. His mouth opens as he makes the quietest gasp, his green eyes wide as he stares up at Dimitri. Who passionately calls him many names.

It's the beloved that gets him. Byleth feels his eyes water, his chest tightening and his face warming up. A surge of adoration rushes through him, and he gazes up at Dimitri, absolutely loving him in this moment.

His arms come up now that they're free, hooking around Dimitri's neck.

"Dimitri," he whispers, pleading for him.

There is no way that this is going unheard. Dimitri is moving into him with fervor, moaning raggedly as he fights off the feeling of needing to come. Byleth is clutched tightly against him, one hand up, tangled in his hair and the other around his waist, supporting his weight as the prince bucks into him.

"Please-" He pants, his whole body shaking with the effort and washing waves of pleasure as they ebb and flow, "Come for me. I love you. I love you so much, Byleth."

The harder Dimitri works into him, the more obvious the sounds of his hips are, slapping against his skin and the bed rocking against the wall. Selfishly, he chooses to ignore it, and Byleth focuses instead on how full he is, how wonderful Dimitri makes him feel.

The words echo in his mind. Dimitri loves him. Of course, he knows this, but hearing it now, like this--

Tears finally spill over from Byleth's eyes, and he lets out a tiny cry, barely a sound at all as he comes, a mess between the both of them. His vision goes white, and he's completely limp in Dimitri's hold now, just focused on letting himself be fucked like this.