Dimitri is many things to many people, but Byleth is elated to be able to reduce him to his barest instincts. He's also glad that those barest instincts are loving and kind. The twitch and pulse of his orgasm can be felt, and Byleth splays his hands over his chest, rubbing him slowly through it. He squeezes down, milking him for everything. It doesn't take much to allow himself to tumble down from that peak he was riding himself.
His own low moan catching the end of Dimitri's much louder exclamation.
He shudders and sighs, feeling the electric aftershocks as Dimitri slows but does not stop.
"Flames, I don't think there's a single thing in the world that feels better than you."
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His own low moan catching the end of Dimitri's much louder exclamation.
He shudders and sighs, feeling the electric aftershocks as Dimitri slows but does not stop.
"Flames, I don't think there's a single thing in the world that feels better than you."