And isn't Byleth beautiful, in this way? Desperate and nearly incoherent with need for them? He's not sure many others could achieve such a thing. Dimitri gives a small, satisfied sigh at the feeling of warm fingers running along his cock. His hips rock to chase the heat of them eagerly but he doesn't forget about Byleth's needs either. How could he when the man is so sweet and needing between them?

"I think," he starts, allowing him to be guided by his vassal's hand, "the professor has made himself clear." Pre-come beads and rolls down from his tip in his eagerness. He presses against Byleth's warm, welcoming heat with a satisfied-sounding sigh. "Let us give him what he wants. What he needs." That part is just a little too satisfied, maybe, but can Dimitri really be faulted for it?

He jerks his hips up just enough to be taken in by Byleth inch by inch. "Ah-" Dimitri lets out in a shuddering, wanton moan. Goddess. Has it ever felt so good before? He doesn't think so.