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[perfectteatime]

Hello. You've reached the message box for Byleth Eisner. Please leave a message after the beep.

... Was that all I had to do? Oh hit the pound key- BEEEEEP

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[perfectteatime]

Byleth simply chuckles and shakes his head. Dimitri is a chronic over-worrier. He won't scold him for it now though, not with things proceeding as they are. He helps shrug off his own clothes, discarding most of them to the side until he's only left with his boxers (they have Espurrs on them of course.)

He's tilting his head back, sighing at the feeling of finally, finally getting to be intimate with the object of his desire after so long, he almost misses the comment about Felix. Almost.

Flames if he isn't so intensely curious about that... but no. No. Don't derail this. He cards his hands through Dimitri's hair as he reigns in the urge to ask.

"You'll do just fine, just focus on what you want. What feels good." Ever the teacher, he supposes.

[nastyboy]

"I don't want it to just be what I want," Dimitri murmurs, dragging his lips there along Byleth's rib cage. This way, he can perfectly hear the rhythm of his breathing. Feel the beat of his heart, there under his skin.

"I want to make you feel good, Byleth. Better than anyone else has or will ever."

Even at this more gentle stage... he can't help but a bit of possessive bite, there in his feelings, even with how carefully his fingers slip down the Espurr boxers.