"You have nothing," Dimitri injects, as best as he's able to, "to apologize for." His words warble a little there in the middle as a disguised moan. There is something primal and instinctual about being marked by Byleth that pleases him deeply. To be able to show off exactly where he's been, with who, and for there to be no mistake about them belonging to one another... Perhaps, in a place like this, it's a bit selfish. But Dimitri never claimed to be a 'good' man and he won't start now.

Dimitri is quick to help Byleth remove his clothes and the other man's in kind. He's careful that none of them end up in the water but, beyond that, it seems like fair game to allow them to fall where they may. This pace does seem a little breakneck even for his beloved but Dimitri doesn't mind any. He's hard as a rock already and eager to take as much of Byleth as he can.

The blond's hands snap to Byleth's waist to help hold him down against Dimitri's hips for a moment as he relishes in the feeling of stretching him so. But then, he's loosening that grip to allow himself to buck up reflexively into Byleth's inviting heat. The pupil of his good eye dilates wide and he can't help but moan his approval.