The buck makes his voice hitch. His hands grasping Dimitri's tighter as he moves with him, rolling his hips with every thrust in, so utterly taken by this moment. He doesn't care about the usual dominance games they like to play, and all he can see is the man in front of him right now. Inside him. His eyes flutter, trying to remain open, wanting to etch every second of this and every single minutia to memory. Something he could subsist on for a long time yet.

"No... it's n-aah-ot. To me. To me, nothing feels better. To hell with anyone else's opinion. To me, you are perfect, because you are perfect for me. Every triumph, every mistake, every moment or joy and sorrow-" He would go on, but everything feels so good he can only moan softly as he rides his lover, his fiancé.

If he could, he would live in this moment for eternity.