Dimitri clenches his fingers against the edge of the altar, bracing himself, his knuckles going white as he tries to endure the jolts of pleasure that go running through him every time Byleth seats himself against his thighs. The slap of flesh against flesh and the slicker, wetter sound of his cock sliding in and out of him mingle into an obscene sound. He bites back a groan, his eyelid fluttering as he tries to control himself. He wants to do it - has to do it - for the sake of his lover. But it's difficult when Byleth seems to know the exact angle to hit to drive him mad.
Byleth gives him permission and Dimitri grabs at his hips now, hauling Byleth up and then down, urging him to go faster, his fingers digging in hard against the flesh of his hips. His name is on Dimitri's lips like a prayer now - rushed and breathless. He wants to end himself, wants to fill his husband - but he can't. Not yet.
That's more like it. The lovely feeling of Dimitri pumping into him. He is never going to get tired of hearing this man feel good. Everything else aside, it quietly sends Byleth through the roof, knowing that he can bring him this level of pleasure. He anchors one hand in that blonde hair again and pulls. Not quite hard enough to be painful, but enough to get the intended effect of yanking his head back so he has to look Byleth in the eye while he's being ridden... juuust as he slows his pace down, dragging Dimitri back from the edge. He still has to catch his own breath, and for a minute, he pauses completely, clapping a hand over Dimitri's mouth as the echoing footsteps and voices from the outer-halls come a little too close.
After a tense moment, that hand moves in favor of sliding two fingers into his husband's mouth. Compared to him, Dimitri was not quite as experienced or "adventurous", but that made it all the more fun to play the 'lets try to push all the Dimitri buttons and see what makes him moan the loudest' game.
Dimitri whimpers as Byleth tugs his hair and then they make eye contact. He draws in a breath to make a noise - something louder and more pleased - and then he almost freezes as he hears the sound of footsteps. He's teetering on the edge, trying to hold himself back, and his teeth dig into his lower lip as he tries to maintain what little is left of his composure. His eye is wide, pupil blown from the arousal and pleasure and he tries to suck down a few hurried breaths.
Then there are fingers in his mouth and he suckles - eager and wanting, his eye falling half shut again as he submits oh-so-eagerly to his husband's demands.
Byleth sighs, pleased at how eagerly Dimitri is trying to please him. He sinks back down onto him, resuming a steady pace. Time for mercy, he supposes.
"Mmh- you're so good. You can come now, however you want to, but I want to hear you." That's a dangerous ask, but a risk he's willing to take. If there's anything he loves hearing more than anything else, it's Dimitri feeling good. It's affirming in a way, to know that he can do that for him. He's too familiar with the sound of his pain, pleasure is the opposite end of the spectrum.
Those fingers slide out of his mouth and down to touch himself.
"Byleth, Byleth-" Dimitri gasps aloud. It's almost instant - as soon as Byleth tells him that he wants to hear him. Pleasure shoots through his body and his whole frame seems to go taut and poised as he tries to roll his hips up. He's chasing that high, that one moment of ecstatic agony that will grant him release. It comes a few moments later, his hips working until he finally slams Byleth down against his lap. His cock twitches and he groans aloud.
Winding him up and then setting him loose is a marvelous game and Byleth has to stop himself from moaning too loud as Dimitri pumps into him. He could scream right there- get them both in immeasurable trouble for it. While he wouldn't do it of course, the thought sends him over the edge along with the feeling of Dimitri's hands on his hips and the warmth inside him.
Once the haze clears, he lifts his head from the man's shoulder where he had rested it and tucks a few strands of blonde hair behind his ear, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
"Hey." His voice drops from the authoritative tone into the more familiar softness, "Are you all right?"
Dimitri doesn't answer for a few moments. He's catching his breath, trying not to remember how to speak with all of his nerves still firing off. He leans into Byleth with a slow, soft exhale and a nod.
"Yes... yes, I'm fine. It was just - you're a lot sometimes, dearest."
"Thank you for being patient with me. Hmm, sorry to push you so hard." He takes a moment to clean them both up and make them presentable again, fixing poor Dimitri's hair and rumpled clothes.
"There we are, good as new. No one is the wiser. Very good oath-taking I might add."
"I'm... I'm alright," Dimitri murmurs, leaning in to nuzzle against Byleth's hand. He's breathing hard, looking more than a little rumpled and used up.
"And I have to credit the Archbishop for my excellent oath-taking. I couldn't do it without you."
He gets one more kiss on the cheek before Byleth helps him up and pulls him into a hug.
"You're forgetting the after-dark post-oath-taking ceremony I think." There is definitely no such thing. "Come on, lets get back out there and look like we did what we were supposed to, shall we?"
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Byleth gives him permission and Dimitri grabs at his hips now, hauling Byleth up and then down, urging him to go faster, his fingers digging in hard against the flesh of his hips. His name is on Dimitri's lips like a prayer now - rushed and breathless. He wants to end himself, wants to fill his husband - but he can't. Not yet.
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After a tense moment, that hand moves in favor of sliding two fingers into his husband's mouth. Compared to him, Dimitri was not quite as experienced or "adventurous", but that made it all the more fun to play the 'lets try to push all the Dimitri buttons and see what makes him moan the loudest' game.
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Then there are fingers in his mouth and he suckles - eager and wanting, his eye falling half shut again as he submits oh-so-eagerly to his husband's demands.
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"Mmh- you're so good. You can come now, however you want to, but I want to hear you." That's a dangerous ask, but a risk he's willing to take. If there's anything he loves hearing more than anything else, it's Dimitri feeling good. It's affirming in a way, to know that he can do that for him. He's too familiar with the sound of his pain, pleasure is the opposite end of the spectrum.
Those fingers slide out of his mouth and down to touch himself.
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Once the haze clears, he lifts his head from the man's shoulder where he had rested it and tucks a few strands of blonde hair behind his ear, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
"Hey." His voice drops from the authoritative tone into the more familiar softness, "Are you all right?"
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"Yes... yes, I'm fine. It was just - you're a lot sometimes, dearest."
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"There we are, good as new. No one is the wiser. Very good oath-taking I might add."
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"And I have to credit the Archbishop for my excellent oath-taking. I couldn't do it without you."
Cheeky.
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"You're forgetting the after-dark post-oath-taking ceremony I think." There is definitely no such thing. "Come on, lets get back out there and look like we did what we were supposed to, shall we?"