[Dimitri had difficulties with his memories now, sometimes couldn't tell real from his delusions. To keep calling Byleth teacher was related to that. To make sure those memories of academy didn't go away. And, perhaps, from something selfish too. His attraction was to teacher, his teacher... Something shameful then, and something that he was remembering all too suddenly now that Byleth was here. He looked sheepish as Byleth poured tea, more akin to the more boyish Dimitri from long ago than the man he'd become.]
You always remember my favorite...
[He lets it cool a moment before lifting it to try, the manners of etiquette drilled into him from a young age apparent even now. Dimitri feels the sting of too-hot tea on his tongue but he doesn't make much of a fuss, swallowing the sip he got and replacing the cup on its saucer.]
It's good.
[This was just like any other time they had tea, but the subject matter... why had he agreed to this again? He inhales some of the steam wafting up from the cup of tea under his nose, the chamomile calming as always.]
I-I know you would never... [Well, no, Byleth would probably still tease him.]
I'll try not to. I don't want... I wouldn't want you to feel uncomfortable either.
[He's feeling shy already. It had been much easier to admit certain things in written form earlier, than it was right now with teacher so near to him. He tries another sip of tea. This time, it's just right. What is he meant to say now...? He wasn't sure how to begin... any of this. He looks to Byleth for guidance, just like always.]
[ He can absolutely tell Dimitri is twisting in the wind here, and he reaches across the table, resting his hand over the lancer's. Slowly curling his fingers under to squeeze. ]
I'm perfectly fine.
[ Well, he is nervous because he's going to take a leap of faith, but he remains cool and calm on the outside, just as ever. A slow, measured breath is the only evidence that he has any nerves. ]
Dimitri. I'm not going to beat around the bush here, so forgive my forwardness.
I want you. I have for a long time. I had really imagined a more romantic way to do this, but admittedly... hearing that you were experimenting made me realize I ought not to drag my feet about it. [ He was. A TEENY TINY bit jealous. ]
If you don't feel the same way, that's fine. We can discuss whatever it is that you need to and go about our lives. Or, if you do, I can simply show you.
[Byleth's confession comes as a surprise, evident by the color in Dimitri's cheeks by the end of it, pink to his ears. He'd always been like that, getting red when he was too hot, or too angry, or too... sweaty. He even got red when he ate spicy things. His expression is dumbfounded for a moment before he softens, looks relieved, and lets his shoulders relax. He's still blushing.]
Teacher... I-- You should know I
[His hand turns in Byleth's, so he can squeeze back. He feels touched starved suddenly, wants to feel the warmth of their palms together.]
Feel the same way. About you.
[Hadn't he always? Shameful, boyish thoughts... Now grown and yet still his heart skipped a beat knowing Byleth felt the same. Usually so clouded by his moods, his eye practically shines as he looks across the teacups at his teacher.]
[ He's not sure why he's so surprised to hear that, but he is. Pleasantly though. He feels a brief ping of excitement pop out through the usually placid waters of his mind. Getting up, he keeps hold of Dimitri's hand, but he steps around the small table to close the distance between them. ]
Dimitri. I'm glad. I want to be with you.
[ He brushes his fingers against those messy blond bangs, fingers tracing down his cheek after to eventually tilt his chin up. Leaning down, he presses a relatively chaste kiss against his lips. ]
[Everything feels so slow suddenly, when Byleth stands up. When he takes his chin and kisses him. How long had he imagined this? How long in academy had he pined for his teacher? He shifts in his seat to turn more toward the other. Byleth is smaller than him now, Dimitri is a great beast of a man, but he makes him feel small. Young and naïve, wanton. By the time he's leaned in to kiss the other man back, Byleth has already broken it.]
[He must have been blushing to his ears. A stark contrast to the raving lunatic he was when the war's tensions were at their highest.]
[Byleth makes his mind feel empty, makes him feel overwarm.]
Ah-- [How did one... respond to that? His voice is still deep and gravely, but its quieted now, shy. Trembling.]
[ Another kiss lands against the corner of his mouth, Byleth's hand grazing his cheek and tucking his hair behind his ear. Damn it this man is so beautiful. Standing again, he takes Dimitri's hand and coaxes him to his feet, and then to the bed. He keeps hold on his hand. If Dimitri really does want a properly tender experience, then he's going to give him the damn-near fairytale session he deserves. ]
I'll take the lead if you want. It's all about what you're comfortable with. My preference is simply being with you. I don't care how.
But first thing's first. We're going to have to get a little bit less dressed. And a little more relaxed.
[ He can see the tension in the man's body, and he needs that to be gone, especially if Dimitri decides he wants to bottom. That's a question he'll ask later. Byleth genuinely doesn't care which role he takes. It all feels good one way or another. He does take the initiative as promised, starting to unlatch a few bits of armor on Dimitri here and there, only pausing every now and then to kiss him again, sussing out where he seems to like it the best. The ear, the cheek, his lips, forehead, and what Byleth can reach on his neck so far. ]
squinting at character references wtf does byleth wear
[If anything, the undressing isn't so embarrassing for Dimitri. It is, because it is Byleth, but he has always had someone to help him dress and undress. At least, until recently. It's normal to let him unhook and unlatch his armor and let it fall away. It's the kissing that keeps Dimitri feeling dumbfounded. The soft peppered kisses all over make him feel shy and needy all in the same measure.]
[Beneath his armor is a soft blue shirt the same color as he always wore, just faded from use. With his hands bare it's obvious where they're scarred in places, where his fingers have been broken and crooked. Despite how shy he felt Dimitri is also determined to not be a wholly passive participant in this, he reached for Byleth too. Unclasps his cape (jacket?) to let it slide off of him, timidly slides his fingers along his back to unfasten his own armor plates. It's... a long process, but one they're probably both used to.]
I think I... can relax.
[For some reason Dimitri feels shy when they're both stripped to their soft clothes, even if it's only the waist up. He could remember teacher wearing different things, yet the act of undressing him felt intense. When Byleth's mouth comes closer to his jaw again, in an effort to distract himself from how Byleth in an undershirt (??? Come on, Dima,) is making him feel he tilts his head to finally give him a proper kiss in return. His hands grab at the back of him, gently as Dimitri can be, and holds him.]
[ Byleth pitches his tone up into something lightly teasing, putting effort into the inflection of his voice so Dimitri know he's not really all that serious. Though he doesn't look all that relaxed. Once most of the difficult bits are out of the way, he's happy to be pulled in, pressing himself neatly against Dimitri's chest. Look. He is but a man, and Dimitri's tits are amazing.
It's nice to feel him respond though. Usually with his occasional one-night-stands, Byleth was a lot quicker to get on with it, but this is special. This is important, and he wants Dimitri to remember it fondly at the very least. Maybe even come back for more. If he knows anything about the man, it's that he's terribly sincere. So, Byleth keeps his pace gentle, almost lazy, enjoying Dimitri's taste against his tongue, and being able to feel his heartbeat through the thin fabric of that shirt. Hear his uneven breath as they kiss and explore.
He does eventually swing himself over to settle in his lap, nudging him to lay back on the bed and be at ease. The kiss breaks so Byleth can do away with his own shirt finally, bearing pale scarred skin to the dim light of the room. Hands moving to ruck Dimitri's up, enough to expose his chest to the professor's light, teasing kisses. He glances up, watching carefully. Testing limits and letting Dimitri dictate the flow. Damned if looking at him like this, all flushed and bothered isn't absolute bliss though.
Ducking his head he gets back to the business of painting his upper body in affection, seeking out a few more potentially ticklish spots, hoping that maybe making him laugh or drawing him into something playful might put him more at ease. ]
[Dimitri feels like he's being teased but Byleth is being too distracting for him to even start getting embarrassed by it. His hands are clumsy and hesitant, but he's putting them on Byleth's back, his sides, the nape of his neck while they kissed. Exploring him too, however shyly. Whatever he'd done with Sylvain hadn't been all that intimate, intoxicated as they were, and this was... very real. Dimitri had a difficult time telling when something was a dream versus reality but right now he knew teacher was here with him, kissing him, touching him. The older man's hands feel very good as they roamed around, even overtop his shirt.]
[When he breaks the kiss Dimitri takes the moment to catch his breath, even if his lone blue eye is glued to Byleth as he undresses. Even in the bathhouse Dimitri had never seen teacher stripped to the waist and the sight of him makes his throat feel very dry. Despite how shameful it made him feel sometimes (what would his father think?) Dimitri had always found men so attractive and Byleth was at the top of the list. Strong muscle, scars, gentle hands... His face was getting very red, like when he was young and someone (usually Claude or Sylvain,) would embarrass him. Byleth's attentions don't stop either, and he's treated to the view of his strong back as teacher's head ducks down to--! To kiss his chest, his skin, make Dimitri's muscular stomach flex in response, make his nipples get hard.]
[He does let out a little surprised bark of laughter when Byleth's mouth grazes nearer his side along his ribs, making all those muscles tighten under his lips. He's a mountain of a man and somehow Byleth still makes him feel young and small and... Well, plenty of other things. He had never quite gotten used to the intimacy he could have with others, but Byleth is probably the first to become this involved. Like so many other things, his teacher would help make him comfortable. The excitement goes without saying. He smiles a little bit, however sheepish he still is, and runs his fingers through Byleth's hair, gripping a little when he finds more sensitive places. The other hand is smoothing down over Byleth's shoulders and spine, where ever he could reach.]
[He's breathless, even without the kissing, but he's relaxing and that's what mattered.]
That's... teacher, you're incredible...
Its all good fam I can backtag for billions of years
I'm just kissing you. But I'm glad you like it so far.
[ Oh jeez, why does he have to be so unbearably adorable. He moves back up to kiss his chest again, and then one of those stiffened nipples, sliding his tongue over the peak before sucking on it firmly. Oh he's wanted to do that for ages. Pulling his mouth away, humming at the affectionate touches from the other man, arching and leaning into them to encourage him.
It's nice to be able to take care of him like this. Dimitri is a big, and sometimes scary man. Someone who most people would look to for comfort or protection, but he deserves the same too. Despite Byleth being a rather unassuming man, he's glad Dimitri can take comfort in his touch. He smiles at the laugh he was able to draw from him, giving him a wider smile, running his fingers up the man's ribs playfully. ]
Mmm, ticklish here? You're so cute, you know? I always loved to hear you laugh. I think it's my favorite sound.
[ He presses one more kiss to his lips before sliding back down and continuing his journey down towards his hips, tubbing on the waistband of his trousers to tug them down, sucking a nice red spot on the skin he exposes. ]
I'm going to take these off, okay? Lift your hips please.
[ He asks before unbuttoning them and tugging them down along with his undershorts, freeing his cock. Whew. Yeah. That's nice. All right then. ]
Dimitri, do you want to be on top or on bottom?
dimitri will get this dick....slowly but surely lmao
[He jolts a little bit when Byleth tickles him purposefully, but not in an unpleasant way. Teacher is doing his best to melt away all that wound up anxiety Dimitri so often has and it's working. He's even smiling as he catches his breath from the kisses and the attention. His whole body feels warm. When Byleth pulls at his trousers there's some hesitant-- but only because Dimitri is shy. He's always been shy, especially about his fondness for other men, but now that it's happening he's becoming more and more eager.]
[Dimitri's face is red as Byleth takes in his naked body, his trousers kicked off his feet. He's always been... big, all over, since his first few growth spurts. He wonders if it's a thing to be embarrassed by, Byleth's expression is... unreadable as usual, but he hopes not. He swallows when the question is put forth, not so ignorant he doesn't know what teacher could mean. If anything it's what makes him nervous. He's the larger one, he's big and strong, and yet... he's always worried about hurting someone the way he does when he loses control of himself. Dimitri has no way of knowing how that translates to sex, so he's hesitant.]
I would... like you to lead, if that is all right.
[But he leans up a bit too, not content to just lie there while Byleth does everything.]
Although I-- I wish to touch you too, teacher. [His lone eye is very big and hopeful. He has some experience in that sense at least.]
Would you... lie down as well?
[Boldly, his hands touch Byleth's waistband.]
HE WILL. ITS. ON THE WAY. FED EX DICK DELIVERY INBOUND. heres your tracking number: p3n15
Of course. I don't mind it at all. You just leave everything to me.
[ He will gladly take that on. Because wow. Wow that is a body. It's even better now with the way Dimitri is flushed and... whew. Yes. And the way he asks for him. Damn it. Byleth has to squeeze his eyes shut for a second to deal with just the wave of utter adoration that floods him. Fuck he's so cute. He's so sexy. He has no idea.
He shucks the rest of his own clothes, keeping them ground even between them before he slides up the man's body, hands ghosting up his thighs and hips, over his chest to hold his face for Byleth to kiss as he lays down per request. The motion makes it easy to slide his arms around Dimitri's shoulders, brushing their noses together affectionately. It's slow, but that's how he prefers it. Let them both savor this. For as much as he's intent on showing him a good time, he's also internally vibrating with elation himself. He's practically giddy, would be it that it would show on his face but that's neither here nor there. What matters is that they finally get to be together.
He presses himself against him, enjoying the full contact of warm skin against his own, and the sensation of Dimitri's arousal pressing into his hip. ]
[Dimitri truly has no idea. He's always been a shy boy and really, he's insecure about how he looks now with the whole eye situation. That's why he hasn't removed the patch from his face and didn't plan to. He doesn't think there's anything sexy about an empty eye socket, so he'll skip it. When Byleth moves Dimitri rolls to accommodate space on the bed. He's a large man, but there's plenty of room for both of them. He kisses Byleth again when their noses brush together, the blush on his face growing but when he pulls back there's a warm half smile on his face. Shy, sheepish. One could always describe Dimitri as such, but right now he's more on the eager side.]
[His arousal doesn't go unnoticed, pressed as it is to Byleth's leg. It feels good to have it so near the heat of another person, with only the fabric of clothing in between. Dimitri swallows a little as his clumsy fingers undo teacher's belt. He's not ripped anything yet, indelicate as he might be, so he tries his best to focus on keeping that up. The blush increases when he's got Byleth's trousers down off his hips, frees his cock to the air too. Seeing it for the first time nearly makes the blond want to collapse. It's really all he's ever dreamed of, with his massive crush on his teacher. He wishes he hadn't gotten so damn tall but laying down cushions it a little bit.]
[Horizontally, everyone is the same height.]
[The king looks up at his teacher again when he realises he's staring, his mouth feeling too wet.]
Hopefully I am not being... too forward.
[Never mind Byleth has already done the same things to him. He presses kisses down teacher's chest, his big hands sliding across his skin more eagerly now. Less hesitant. Byleth's body hair is light and sparse like his own, but it still feels amazing to rub his cheek over his chest and feel it. He'd never been able to express his attraction to men, everything about men, but in private like this he feels elated to finally... experience more than just shameful kissing and a little touching with his hands or his mouth like he has already with his friends. He presses kisses to Byleth's nipple as he works his way down, too shy to nip or lick at them even if he'd just realised how amazing it felt himself. Byleth gets a kiss to his hard stomach then too, a preamble for what's to come.]
[Dimitri looks back up at him, checking one more time to see if he should stop.]
[Then he slides his mouth down the length of teacher's cock, his hands pressing on either side of his hips into the bed.]
[ Byleth allows him to take a bit of a lead when he finds his confidence, encouraging him. Lifting his hips to let the man tug down his pants when he moves to. Watching Dimitri take him all in actually is a bit flustering. Dimitri isn't the only one with a crush after all. Byleth is just subtle in most ways. ]
Not at all. This is the time to be forward. [ Look, while Byleth is mostly dominant there's definitely a few fantasies he's had about being manhandled and fucked rough against the cathedral wall by Dimitri but... who could blame him? Honestly. Dimitri is at his core, a gentle person though, and he prefers him like that. Soft. The kisses that land on his chest break him from his own thoughts though, and he gives a soft exhale as lips brush past his nipple. He arches himself into the attention, a low groan rising in his throat that he doesn't bother to stifle.
Dimitri ought to know that he's doing a good job, after all. He reaches down and cards his fingers through that messy blonde hair, giving him a warm smile when he looks up. He actually wasn't expecting him to just. Go for it like that! Damn! Pleasant surprise indeed when he's suddenly enveloped in warm and wet. It gets an honest gasp from him, hand grasping the sheets beneath him as he watches with mouth slightly agape. ]
Oh fhh- Dimitri. [ The name is a moan as he tries to even his breathing out. Still this man is full of surprises. His hand finds Dimitri's hair again, resting on his head to pet and very gently tug, not to keep him there or press him down. Just assurance when Byleth is finding himself a little short on coherent words. ]
sylvain did say dima was in his top ten bjs of all time so 😏
[Dimitri would never admit how much experience he had with this particular thing. Not just with Sylvain either. He had been a mess of emotions in academy, had been too given and too needy for the kind of attention that other boys would offer him. Touch starved. He may have never gone further with anyone but he knew what he was doing as his mouth wrapped around the head of Byleth's cock. His lips slide down the skin, pushing then pulling as he lifts his head back up. His cheeks are flushed warm but he's not so hesitant now. One big hand wraps around the length of his teacher where his mouth isn't and after a few strokes up and down, working at him with his lips and fingertips, Dimitri sighs out around the exposed head of his cock.]
[This plays into the filthiest of fantasies he'd had as a teenager. Wrapping his mouth around Byleth's length behind his teacher's desk in the classroom. Feel his fingers push into his blond hair as he worshipped him with his mouth on his knees. His own cock throbs at the thought and he pushes his head forward to bury more of him in his mouth. His fingers wrap at the base of him the more Dimitri takes inside, until he can feel him pushing at the back of his throat. The blond huffs a breath out through his nose but pulls back, not quite trusting himself to not gag just yet, however wild his fantasies might be. He sweeps his tongue across the head of him, around the ridge and into the edge of skin, swallowing the drool pooling in his mouth before he slides his lips back down.]
[ Boy he sure did say top ten didn't he? Byleth is not prepared for just how good Dimitri is with his mouth. Compared to his hesitant inexperience (which Byleth does find charming and adorable) this is enough to throw a record scratch into his whole situation in the best way.
When he feels that warmth surround him and Dimitri starts to work him in earnest, his head drops back and he can't keep in the long moan that comes out unbidden. Feet push down against the sheets and he has to stop himself bucking. That hand balls into a fist in his hair, trying not to pull too much, as a string of desperate sounds fall from his mouth. In bed is probably the loudest anyone will hear Byleth outside of the battlefield. ]
Flames Dimitri, you're gonna make me come like that.
[ He is, already embarrassingly close. For someone with his experiemnce he shouldn't be but... look he's allowed to be weak for Dimitri. ]
[Hearing Byleth's voice like that turns Dimitri on so much. Being able to elicit those sorts of sounds from his teacher made him feel so... accomplished. Wanted. He held Byleth near the back of his throat again a moment before pulling back almost the whole way, his tongue laving attention on the head of the older man's cock.]
[When he pulled his mouth back his hot breath still rolled over the throbbing head.]
Should I stop?
[It's both teasing and... because Dimitri knows they're going to continue this further. As much as he'd love to use his mouth to help Byleth reach completion, feel him finish on his tongue, taste him... He still wants Byleth to make the decisions. Tell him what to do, teacher.]
[ He actually whines when Dimitri pulls away to ask. He can hear the tease in it, but he gently ruffles Dimitri's hair, trying to reign himself in. ]
No, no don't stop. Please. I can... go more than once. I just wanted to warn you since I know no everyone finds swallowing to be appealing.
[ He didn't want to surprise Dimitri with a mouth full of cum, really. That said, his hips are squirming at the sudden lack of contact, and all he can think about right now is wanting to be back inside Dimitri's beautiful mouth. ]
[The moment Dimitri hears please his mouth presses back around Byleth's length. He slides his mouth around the head of him again, taking in the sight of teacher's face slack and needy a moment longer before he pushes his head down. The idea of swallowing is nothing to Dimitri, though he appreciates the warning. Dimitri hasn't had a sense of taste since he was about twelve, long before he'd even thought about the taste of ...Well. A shameful part of him wishes he could taste teacher on his tongue as he eases him back into his mouth and slides his tongue flat and firm against his shaft. His hands move to Byleth's hips and grip there, holding him too tightly without thinking as he swallows back the reflexive urge to gag and buries his nose in the soft hairs between the other man's thighs.]
[ It takes very little more for Byleth to find his climax like this, and Dimitri's name rides on the end of a punched-out moan when he finishes. Filling the man's mouth with seed. He resists the urge to buck once again, but his hips tremble in Dimitri's grip. It doesn't matter that it's too tight, the feeling of being pinned is well worth it.
Just. Give him a moment. Yeah, that's definitely a top ten for sure. He catches his breath as his hand cards through Dimitri's hair again, affectionate and gentle. ]
Ah... fuck. Good boy. [ That sure just slips out. ]
[Hearing his name on Byleth's lips make his own cock throb between his legs. He'd wanted this... He'd wanted to do this for so long. He holds him by the hips as he comes, feeling the jism at the back of his throat and the texture of it in his mouth. He adores all of it, eye rolling back as he forgoes breathing for the pleasure of his teacher's cockhead gagging at the back of his throat. He swallows around it all, moan muffled by his cock, and slowly pulls his head back and away when he is sure Byleth has finished. He pants overtop of him, mouth slack and clinging with drool and the traces of what seed was left on his tongue, at the corners of his lips.]
[When Byleth calls him a good boy, Dimitri's heart nearly beats out of his chest. He rasps in a breath, swallows again, then smiles up at his teacher, leaning into his hands.]
[ He pulls the man up for a hungry kiss, tasting himself on Dimitri's lips and damn if that doesn't do something for him. Welp. He'll have to examine that later. Right now there is kissing to be had. Kissing and a very haphazard approach to getting out of the rest of their clothes, or whatever is left of them. Unabashedly reaching down to take him in hand and stroke him for his efforts.
Okay. All right. Calm down. He wrests himself again and moves to fetch the bottle of oil out of the nightstand. He's supposed to be... instructing. After all. Ha. As much of a ruse as it is now, he's going to try to control himself. The bottle is opened, and he slicks his own fingers up nicely. ]
Lay back and spread your legs for me? [ He presses a kiss to his belly, offering a comforting touch to his thigh with his free hand. ]
[Dimitri groans into Byleth's mouth as he strokes him. It hadn't even occurred to Dimitri to touch himself while he'd been pleasuring the older man but it brings how turned on he is back to the forefront of his mind. He only leaves go of Byleth when he pulls back to get situated and, again, tells Dimitri what to do.]
Y-yes...
[He's still raspy, his throat throbbing pleasantly from their actions as he shifts back onto the bed properly. It feels more embarrassing than sucking him off had, somehow, a fresh blush on his face as Byleth gets oil all over his fingers. He bends on leg at the knee, settling back into the pillows and parts the other a bit wider... He felt so seen! So vulnerable... but there weren't many people he'd rather be doing this with than Byleth.]
[ It should really not do so much for him for Dimitri to call him 'teacher' in bed and boy is he going to have to examine that about himself later. For now though it makes his own cock twitch, and he shudders, looking Dimitri over. How sweet he looks like this, all spread out for him. ]
That's a good boy. [ He whispers, leaning in to stroke his hip soothingly as one finger teases and rubs against his hole. Pressing just a bit harder each time until it slides in. With the oil it goes in smooth, and Byleth gives a very shallow press. Gradually working up to thrusting that finger inside of him, a slow, almost languid motion. Almost like a massage more than anything. After a few minutes, he slides in a second finger next to it, working Dimitri open bit by bit. He takes his time about it, there's no rush after all, and fuck if he doesn't want to savor this image. Dimitri laid out just for him. ]
[Dimitri does not often relax, for multiple reasons. But he's trying so hard lately to be better. And he's with teacher, who he just barely admits to himself he might love. His teacher, who calls him his good boy. It makes him breathe out and sink back into the bed and try and let the tension in him go. He's surprised at how easy it is as Byleth's fingers push inside of him, on top of how good it feels.]
[He's fooled around with men before, even back in academy. But not one ever asks Dimitri if he wants to be the one taken care of. After all, the blond is the tall one and the strong one. But Dimitri is so often afraid of hurting others. He feels more content in this role, under his teacher. It's something he's wanted for such a long time.]
Yes... [He gasps out, spreading himself further, one hand lifting to grip into the pillow behind him.]
It's good.
[The feeling of being opened like this might have been awkward with anyone else, but with Byleth he's melting under his touch. He gives him a crooked smile, his cheeks flushed as he looks up at him. His hair is a mess around his head on the pillow, and sweat is starting to cling to his chest and stomach. The more he relaxes the more he opens up for the other. It's clear he wants all Byleth can give him.]
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You always remember my favorite...
[He lets it cool a moment before lifting it to try, the manners of etiquette drilled into him from a young age apparent even now. Dimitri feels the sting of too-hot tea on his tongue but he doesn't make much of a fuss, swallowing the sip he got and replacing the cup on its saucer.]
It's good.
[This was just like any other time they had tea, but the subject matter... why had he agreed to this again? He inhales some of the steam wafting up from the cup of tea under his nose, the chamomile calming as always.]
I-I know you would never... [Well, no, Byleth would probably still tease him.]
I'll try not to. I don't want... I wouldn't want you to feel uncomfortable either.
[He's feeling shy already. It had been much easier to admit certain things in written form earlier, than it was right now with teacher so near to him. He tries another sip of tea. This time, it's just right. What is he meant to say now...? He wasn't sure how to begin... any of this. He looks to Byleth for guidance, just like always.]
ghdfghj HES BABY YOUR HONOR...
[ He can absolutely tell Dimitri is twisting in the wind here, and he reaches across the table, resting his hand over the lancer's. Slowly curling his fingers under to squeeze. ]
I'm perfectly fine.
[ Well, he is nervous because he's going to take a leap of faith, but he remains cool and calm on the outside, just as ever. A slow, measured breath is the only evidence that he has any nerves. ]
Dimitri. I'm not going to beat around the bush here, so forgive my forwardness.
I want you. I have for a long time. I had really imagined a more romantic way to do this, but admittedly... hearing that you were experimenting made me realize I ought not to drag my feet about it. [ He was. A TEENY TINY bit jealous. ]
If you don't feel the same way, that's fine. We can discuss whatever it is that you need to and go about our lives. Or, if you do, I can simply show you.
sorry byleth he is just baby
Teacher... I-- You should know I
[His hand turns in Byleth's, so he can squeeze back. He feels touched starved suddenly, wants to feel the warmth of their palms together.]
Feel the same way. About you.
[Hadn't he always? Shameful, boyish thoughts... Now grown and yet still his heart skipped a beat knowing Byleth felt the same. Usually so clouded by his moods, his eye practically shines as he looks across the teacups at his teacher.]
turns up the gay to 100000%
[ He's not sure why he's so surprised to hear that, but he is. Pleasantly though. He feels a brief ping of excitement pop out through the usually placid waters of his mind. Getting up, he keeps hold of Dimitri's hand, but he steps around the small table to close the distance between them. ]
Dimitri. I'm glad. I want to be with you.
[ He brushes his fingers against those messy blond bangs, fingers tracing down his cheek after to eventually tilt his chin up. Leaning down, he presses a relatively chaste kiss against his lips. ]
Do you want me to show you how to make love?
dimitri just perpetually 😳
[He must have been blushing to his ears. A stark contrast to the raving lunatic he was when the war's tensions were at their highest.]
[Byleth makes his mind feel empty, makes him feel overwarm.]
Ah-- [How did one... respond to that? His voice is still deep and gravely, but its quieted now, shy. Trembling.]
Yes... Please, teach me.
get rekt blaiddyd
[ Another kiss lands against the corner of his mouth, Byleth's hand grazing his cheek and tucking his hair behind his ear. Damn it this man is so beautiful. Standing again, he takes Dimitri's hand and coaxes him to his feet, and then to the bed. He keeps hold on his hand. If Dimitri really does want a properly tender experience, then he's going to give him the damn-near fairytale session he deserves. ]
I'll take the lead if you want. It's all about what you're comfortable with. My preference is simply being with you. I don't care how.
But first thing's first. We're going to have to get a little bit less dressed. And a little more relaxed.
[ He can see the tension in the man's body, and he needs that to be gone, especially if Dimitri decides he wants to bottom. That's a question he'll ask later. Byleth genuinely doesn't care which role he takes. It all feels good one way or another. He does take the initiative as promised, starting to unlatch a few bits of armor on Dimitri here and there, only pausing every now and then to kiss him again, sussing out where he seems to like it the best. The ear, the cheek, his lips, forehead, and what Byleth can reach on his neck so far. ]
squinting at character references wtf does byleth wear
[If anything, the undressing isn't so embarrassing for Dimitri. It is, because it is Byleth, but he has always had someone to help him dress and undress. At least, until recently. It's normal to let him unhook and unlatch his armor and let it fall away. It's the kissing that keeps Dimitri feeling dumbfounded. The soft peppered kisses all over make him feel shy and needy all in the same measure.]
[Beneath his armor is a soft blue shirt the same color as he always wore, just faded from use. With his hands bare it's obvious where they're scarred in places, where his fingers have been broken and crooked. Despite how shy he felt Dimitri is also determined to not be a wholly passive participant in this, he reached for Byleth too. Unclasps his cape (jacket?) to let it slide off of him, timidly slides his fingers along his back to unfasten his own armor plates. It's... a long process, but one they're probably both used to.]
I think I... can relax.
[For some reason Dimitri feels shy when they're both stripped to their soft clothes, even if it's only the waist up. He could remember teacher wearing different things, yet the act of undressing him felt intense. When Byleth's mouth comes closer to his jaw again, in an effort to distract himself from how Byleth in an undershirt (??? Come on, Dima,) is making him feel he tilts his head to finally give him a proper kiss in return. His hands grab at the back of him, gently as Dimitri can be, and holds him.]
idek what the fuck this man has layers and layers
[ Byleth pitches his tone up into something lightly teasing, putting effort into the inflection of his voice so Dimitri know he's not really all that serious. Though he doesn't look all that relaxed. Once most of the difficult bits are out of the way, he's happy to be pulled in, pressing himself neatly against Dimitri's chest. Look. He is but a man, and Dimitri's tits are amazing.
It's nice to feel him respond though. Usually with his occasional one-night-stands, Byleth was a lot quicker to get on with it, but this is special. This is important, and he wants Dimitri to remember it fondly at the very least. Maybe even come back for more. If he knows anything about the man, it's that he's terribly sincere. So, Byleth keeps his pace gentle, almost lazy, enjoying Dimitri's taste against his tongue, and being able to feel his heartbeat through the thin fabric of that shirt. Hear his uneven breath as they kiss and explore.
He does eventually swing himself over to settle in his lap, nudging him to lay back on the bed and be at ease. The kiss breaks so Byleth can do away with his own shirt finally, bearing pale scarred skin to the dim light of the room. Hands moving to ruck Dimitri's up, enough to expose his chest to the professor's light, teasing kisses. He glances up, watching carefully. Testing limits and letting Dimitri dictate the flow. Damned if looking at him like this, all flushed and bothered isn't absolute bliss though.
Ducking his head he gets back to the business of painting his upper body in affection, seeking out a few more potentially ticklish spots, hoping that maybe making him laugh or drawing him into something playful might put him more at ease. ]
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[When he breaks the kiss Dimitri takes the moment to catch his breath, even if his lone blue eye is glued to Byleth as he undresses. Even in the bathhouse Dimitri had never seen teacher stripped to the waist and the sight of him makes his throat feel very dry. Despite how shameful it made him feel sometimes (what would his father think?) Dimitri had always found men so attractive and Byleth was at the top of the list. Strong muscle, scars, gentle hands... His face was getting very red, like when he was young and someone (usually Claude or Sylvain,) would embarrass him. Byleth's attentions don't stop either, and he's treated to the view of his strong back as teacher's head ducks down to--! To kiss his chest, his skin, make Dimitri's muscular stomach flex in response, make his nipples get hard.]
[He does let out a little surprised bark of laughter when Byleth's mouth grazes nearer his side along his ribs, making all those muscles tighten under his lips. He's a mountain of a man and somehow Byleth still makes him feel young and small and... Well, plenty of other things. He had never quite gotten used to the intimacy he could have with others, but Byleth is probably the first to become this involved. Like so many other things, his teacher would help make him comfortable. The excitement goes without saying. He smiles a little bit, however sheepish he still is, and runs his fingers through Byleth's hair, gripping a little when he finds more sensitive places. The other hand is smoothing down over Byleth's shoulders and spine, where ever he could reach.]
[He's breathless, even without the kissing, but he's relaxing and that's what mattered.]
That's... teacher, you're incredible...
Its all good fam I can backtag for billions of years
[ Oh jeez, why does he have to be so unbearably adorable. He moves back up to kiss his chest again, and then one of those stiffened nipples, sliding his tongue over the peak before sucking on it firmly. Oh he's wanted to do that for ages. Pulling his mouth away, humming at the affectionate touches from the other man, arching and leaning into them to encourage him.
It's nice to be able to take care of him like this. Dimitri is a big, and sometimes scary man. Someone who most people would look to for comfort or protection, but he deserves the same too. Despite Byleth being a rather unassuming man, he's glad Dimitri can take comfort in his touch. He smiles at the laugh he was able to draw from him, giving him a wider smile, running his fingers up the man's ribs playfully. ]
Mmm, ticklish here? You're so cute, you know? I always loved to hear you laugh. I think it's my favorite sound.
[ He presses one more kiss to his lips before sliding back down and continuing his journey down towards his hips, tubbing on the waistband of his trousers to tug them down, sucking a nice red spot on the skin he exposes. ]
I'm going to take these off, okay? Lift your hips please.
[ He asks before unbuttoning them and tugging them down along with his undershorts, freeing his cock. Whew. Yeah. That's nice. All right then. ]
Dimitri, do you want to be on top or on bottom?
dimitri will get this dick....slowly but surely lmao
[Dimitri's face is red as Byleth takes in his naked body, his trousers kicked off his feet. He's always been... big, all over, since his first few growth spurts. He wonders if it's a thing to be embarrassed by, Byleth's expression is... unreadable as usual, but he hopes not. He swallows when the question is put forth, not so ignorant he doesn't know what teacher could mean. If anything it's what makes him nervous. He's the larger one, he's big and strong, and yet... he's always worried about hurting someone the way he does when he loses control of himself. Dimitri has no way of knowing how that translates to sex, so he's hesitant.]
I would... like you to lead, if that is all right.
[But he leans up a bit too, not content to just lie there while Byleth does everything.]
Although I-- I wish to touch you too, teacher. [His lone eye is very big and hopeful. He has some experience in that sense at least.]
Would you... lie down as well?
[Boldly, his hands touch Byleth's waistband.]
HE WILL. ITS. ON THE WAY. FED EX DICK DELIVERY INBOUND. heres your tracking number: p3n15
[ He will gladly take that on. Because wow. Wow that is a body. It's even better now with the way Dimitri is flushed and... whew. Yes. And the way he asks for him. Damn it. Byleth has to squeeze his eyes shut for a second to deal with just the wave of utter adoration that floods him. Fuck he's so cute. He's so sexy. He has no idea.
He shucks the rest of his own clothes, keeping them ground even between them before he slides up the man's body, hands ghosting up his thighs and hips, over his chest to hold his face for Byleth to kiss as he lays down per request. The motion makes it easy to slide his arms around Dimitri's shoulders, brushing their noses together affectionately. It's slow, but that's how he prefers it. Let them both savor this. For as much as he's intent on showing him a good time, he's also internally vibrating with elation himself. He's practically giddy, would be it that it would show on his face but that's neither here nor there. What matters is that they finally get to be together.
He presses himself against him, enjoying the full contact of warm skin against his own, and the sensation of Dimitri's arousal pressing into his hip. ]
uwaaaa professor
[His arousal doesn't go unnoticed, pressed as it is to Byleth's leg. It feels good to have it so near the heat of another person, with only the fabric of clothing in between. Dimitri swallows a little as his clumsy fingers undo teacher's belt. He's not ripped anything yet, indelicate as he might be, so he tries his best to focus on keeping that up. The blush increases when he's got Byleth's trousers down off his hips, frees his cock to the air too. Seeing it for the first time nearly makes the blond want to collapse. It's really all he's ever dreamed of, with his massive crush on his teacher. He wishes he hadn't gotten so damn tall but laying down cushions it a little bit.]
[Horizontally, everyone is the same height.]
[The king looks up at his teacher again when he realises he's staring, his mouth feeling too wet.]
Hopefully I am not being... too forward.
[Never mind Byleth has already done the same things to him. He presses kisses down teacher's chest, his big hands sliding across his skin more eagerly now. Less hesitant. Byleth's body hair is light and sparse like his own, but it still feels amazing to rub his cheek over his chest and feel it. He'd never been able to express his attraction to men, everything about men, but in private like this he feels elated to finally... experience more than just shameful kissing and a little touching with his hands or his mouth like he has already with his friends. He presses kisses to Byleth's nipple as he works his way down, too shy to nip or lick at them even if he'd just realised how amazing it felt himself. Byleth gets a kiss to his hard stomach then too, a preamble for what's to come.]
[Dimitri looks back up at him, checking one more time to see if he should stop.]
[Then he slides his mouth down the length of teacher's cock, his hands pressing on either side of his hips into the bed.]
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Not at all. This is the time to be forward. [ Look, while Byleth is mostly dominant there's definitely a few fantasies he's had about being manhandled and fucked rough against the cathedral wall by Dimitri but... who could blame him? Honestly. Dimitri is at his core, a gentle person though, and he prefers him like that. Soft. The kisses that land on his chest break him from his own thoughts though, and he gives a soft exhale as lips brush past his nipple. He arches himself into the attention, a low groan rising in his throat that he doesn't bother to stifle.
Dimitri ought to know that he's doing a good job, after all. He reaches down and cards his fingers through that messy blonde hair, giving him a warm smile when he looks up. He actually wasn't expecting him to just. Go for it like that! Damn! Pleasant surprise indeed when he's suddenly enveloped in warm and wet. It gets an honest gasp from him, hand grasping the sheets beneath him as he watches with mouth slightly agape. ]
Oh fhh- Dimitri. [ The name is a moan as he tries to even his breathing out. Still this man is full of surprises. His hand finds Dimitri's hair again, resting on his head to pet and very gently tug, not to keep him there or press him down. Just assurance when Byleth is finding himself a little short on coherent words. ]
sylvain did say dima was in his top ten bjs of all time so 😏
[This plays into the filthiest of fantasies he'd had as a teenager. Wrapping his mouth around Byleth's length behind his teacher's desk in the classroom. Feel his fingers push into his blond hair as he worshipped him with his mouth on his knees. His own cock throbs at the thought and he pushes his head forward to bury more of him in his mouth. His fingers wrap at the base of him the more Dimitri takes inside, until he can feel him pushing at the back of his throat. The blond huffs a breath out through his nose but pulls back, not quite trusting himself to not gag just yet, however wild his fantasies might be. He sweeps his tongue across the head of him, around the ridge and into the edge of skin, swallowing the drool pooling in his mouth before he slides his lips back down.]
He taught him well clearly
When he feels that warmth surround him and Dimitri starts to work him in earnest, his head drops back and he can't keep in the long moan that comes out unbidden. Feet push down against the sheets and he has to stop himself bucking. That hand balls into a fist in his hair, trying not to pull too much, as a string of desperate sounds fall from his mouth. In bed is probably the loudest anyone will hear Byleth outside of the battlefield. ]
Flames Dimitri, you're gonna make me come like that.
[ He is, already embarrassingly close. For someone with his experiemnce he shouldn't be but... look he's allowed to be weak for Dimitri. ]
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[When he pulled his mouth back his hot breath still rolled over the throbbing head.]
Should I stop?
[It's both teasing and... because Dimitri knows they're going to continue this further. As much as he'd love to use his mouth to help Byleth reach completion, feel him finish on his tongue, taste him... He still wants Byleth to make the decisions. Tell him what to do, teacher.]
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No, no don't stop. Please. I can... go more than once. I just wanted to warn you since I know no everyone finds swallowing to be appealing.
[ He didn't want to surprise Dimitri with a mouth full of cum, really. That said, his hips are squirming at the sudden lack of contact, and all he can think about right now is wanting to be back inside Dimitri's beautiful mouth. ]
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[ It takes very little more for Byleth to find his climax like this, and Dimitri's name rides on the end of a punched-out moan when he finishes. Filling the man's mouth with seed. He resists the urge to buck once again, but his hips tremble in Dimitri's grip. It doesn't matter that it's too tight, the feeling of being pinned is well worth it.
Just. Give him a moment. Yeah, that's definitely a top ten for sure. He catches his breath as his hand cards through Dimitri's hair again, affectionate and gentle. ]
Ah... fuck. Good boy. [ That sure just slips out. ]
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[When Byleth calls him a good boy, Dimitri's heart nearly beats out of his chest. He rasps in a breath, swallows again, then smiles up at his teacher, leaning into his hands.]
You liked it?
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[ He pulls the man up for a hungry kiss, tasting himself on Dimitri's lips and damn if that doesn't do something for him. Welp. He'll have to examine that later. Right now there is kissing to be had. Kissing and a very haphazard approach to getting out of the rest of their clothes, or whatever is left of them. Unabashedly reaching down to take him in hand and stroke him for his efforts.
Okay. All right. Calm down. He wrests himself again and moves to fetch the bottle of oil out of the nightstand. He's supposed to be... instructing. After all. Ha. As much of a ruse as it is now, he's going to try to control himself. The bottle is opened, and he slicks his own fingers up nicely. ]
Lay back and spread your legs for me? [ He presses a kiss to his belly, offering a comforting touch to his thigh with his free hand. ]
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Y-yes...
[He's still raspy, his throat throbbing pleasantly from their actions as he shifts back onto the bed properly. It feels more embarrassing than sucking him off had, somehow, a fresh blush on his face as Byleth gets oil all over his fingers. He bends on leg at the knee, settling back into the pillows and parts the other a bit wider... He felt so seen! So vulnerable... but there weren't many people he'd rather be doing this with than Byleth.]
Please, teacher.
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That's a good boy. [ He whispers, leaning in to stroke his hip soothingly as one finger teases and rubs against his hole. Pressing just a bit harder each time until it slides in. With the oil it goes in smooth, and Byleth gives a very shallow press. Gradually working up to thrusting that finger inside of him, a slow, almost languid motion. Almost like a massage more than anything. After a few minutes, he slides in a second finger next to it, working Dimitri open bit by bit. He takes his time about it, there's no rush after all, and fuck if he doesn't want to savor this image. Dimitri laid out just for him. ]
Does it feel nice?
so i have had insane computer issues hello
[He's fooled around with men before, even back in academy. But not one ever asks Dimitri if he wants to be the one taken care of. After all, the blond is the tall one and the strong one. But Dimitri is so often afraid of hurting others. He feels more content in this role, under his teacher. It's something he's wanted for such a long time.]
Yes... [He gasps out, spreading himself further, one hand lifting to grip into the pillow behind him.]
It's good.
[The feeling of being opened like this might have been awkward with anyone else, but with Byleth he's melting under his touch. He gives him a crooked smile, his cheeks flushed as he looks up at him. His hair is a mess around his head on the pillow, and sweat is starting to cling to his chest and stomach. The more he relaxes the more he opens up for the other. It's clear he wants all Byleth can give him.]
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