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lancesalot) wrote2021-01-30 04:11 pm
lancesalot) wrote2021-01-30 04:11 pm
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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.
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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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.
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"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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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"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."
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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.
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As he comes down from his peak, he's quick to note how limp the man is, and he carefully lets him back down to the bed, gingerly pulling out with a rather lewd sound. He can see himself leaking out- uhg. That's a thought he'll file away for later consideration. More importantly.
"Professor-! You're crying." His hands move, thumb wiping away a tear as it rolls down his flushed cheek. "I did not hurt you did I?" He's still catching his breath but it's clear he's back to himself completely.
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He blinks his eyes open at Dimitri's fussing, then shakes his head. Reaching up, he touches Dimitri's hand.
"I'm okay. Just overwhelmed, but... in a good way, I think."
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"I am so glad to be able to give that to you." The professor is once again surrounded by Dimitri, wrapping him up in warmth as he tucks Byleth's head under his chin. "You have always been by my side, guiding me. I could not think of a more perfect way to consummate my gratefulness to you."
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Soon enough, they are pressed together again, and Byleth embraces him, kissing his neck lightly.
"So it was out of gratitude, was it?" he murmurs, smiling crookedly, very much teasing.
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Maybe that was just Dimitri's thoughts though. He assumed that everyone was at least a little in love with him. Even though they'd just made love, there's still a part of him that balks at Byleth actually looking at his body carefully. Seeing all of the horrible memories and things that he's done, that have been done to him, in that web of scars.
The teasing earns a bright blush.
"W-well no- I mean, perhaps? That's not the whole of it, I mean to say. I- that was a great many things." He finally gives up and hides his face in one of the pillows. "I cannot put it properly into words." Comes the muffled response finally. "It is difficult to articulate my feelings for you- for this, properly."