Needs him, Byleth says, and that's more than enough to cause him to turn red all the way down to his chest. To be wanted is one thing, of course, but he'll never tire of being told he's needed. To think that no one could do for Byleth the things he does... Granted, the opposite is true. He doubts that anyone but Byleth could see Dimitri so eager and ready immediately.

"Not to worry," he says, once he finds his voice amidst a low grumble of a moan in his chest. "I'll always be yours." They've established that, haven't they? It bears repeating though as Dimitri links his fingers with his beloved's and bucks up against him again. It's a bit more pointed this time though, gradual and slow. It is nice to take their time. It's nice to have the time to take.