Byleth doesn't need to speak. Dimitri knows. How could he not with the sounds of those moans? But what his beloved feels, he does too. This is something more between them than even before. They're in sync in a way he never believed he could be with anyone else. While he has Dedue, those loyal to the crown, and more- It all pales in comparison to this.

The buck of his hips intensifies into a relentless pace. Dimitri loses his own ability to speak, nothing more coming out of him than huffs of breath from his effort and tiny groans of pleasure. "Just... like..." He doesn't get to finish before he feels pleasure run through him, all along his spine and raising goosebumps along his skin. His hips stutter and his climax is punctuated by a loud, low euphoric cry.

While he is, of course, hardly finished- He does slow the roll of his hips to something a bit more languid and loving momentarily.