It's so damned romantic, and Byleth shamelessly loves it. How could he not? It feels as though it is a story from a book, but he's truly living it. Feeling Dimitri move inside him now is a familiar feeling, but no less intoxicating. Every little thing he does feels perfect. He knows Byleth so well now, it is as if he can intuit his wants and needs.

While Byleth knows that is far from the truth, it is still a lovely thought to entertain while he is so leisurely riding his king. He moves with him, matching the pace of his thrusts to enable to sink deep inside of him.

There are no more words he can manage at the moment, mouth slightly agape, only soft moans come out. As much as he feels like he could bear down with everything he has, to make that mad sort of hungry love, it seems like he ought to be patient. There is a time for that, and this is not that time. Now is the time to truly savor each other, so Byleth relaxes into it and allows the wonderful sensations to overtake him.