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It feels like time has stopped for now. Everything else has faded around them and it's just them, just now.

"Dimitri." He can't even find the words besides his name. Maybe that's all he needs now. His Dimitri. His beautiful sunshine, brave and bright. He nuzzles into his chest and neck, as if trying to drown himself in his whole being.

"Forget the fishing. I want you." What else could be on his mind? How is he supposed to think properly until they've made love now?

"Hm?" he questions, voice hardly above a soft hum. His Dimitri, indeed. Just as Byleth will be Dimitri's beloved for the rest of the days. No matter who else they may come to love and be loved by in return, they will always find solace in one another. There is something so wonderfully reassuring in that.

That is a perfectly valid point he makes though. How are they supposed to focus on anything besides on another at this moment? Dimitri had long played out the scenario in his head. Granted, for him, it tended to be all the ways that it could be wrong. To say he's pleasantly surprised at how well it all turned out, in the end, would be a severe understatement.

"And how do you want me, exactly?"

The question gets a startled laugh out of Byleth, and he rests his face in Dimitri's chest a moment more before answering.

"I want to make love of course. You silly man. But- I want you in every way possible. All the time." Not a day goes by without craving Dimitri's touch, his presence, his voice. As much as Byleth is an anchor for him, he too, offers an incredible feeling of comfort to the former Professor. He still feels his stomach flip every time the man looks at him with that fond, kind face of his.

It's enough to render Byleth useless in some moments, dumbly staring at his love like an awestruck child. Amazed at how lucky he is, how lucky they are to have each other. He's never been one for fairy tales but this certainly feels like one right now.

Every way possible, hm? Isn't that a nice thought. Dimitri had considered the possibility, once upon a time, of being wanted for all of him but... As the both know, time and circumstances made that seem like less of a reality and more a thing of boyhood fantasy.

Yet, here he is being proven wrong and happier than he can imagine for it. "Then that makes two of us," he responds. Dimitri presses a kiss down against the top of Byleth's head. Then, his temple. And then, he's pulling the other man up just a bit so that their lips can instead meet.

He said wanted all of him, didn't he? Why wait?

It's not hard to prompt Byleth, who eagerly (perhaps too much) returns the kisses. He very quickly deepens it. There's always a kind of hunger with Byleth when it comes to Dimitri. Like getting just a taste sends him into a frenzy. Teasing Dimitri's tongue with his own, gently moving and squirming against him. He doesn't want it all over too fast, but Dimitri is everything. He's never wanted like this. Wanted so badly.

Dimitri is his first friend, his first love, and now... he wants to be with Byleth forever. Even the stoic Professor would have to be tremendously moved by that.

Today, he's the one that's going to rip clothes and pop buttons in the rush to get them both undressed.

Just the same, it doesn't take much for Dimitri to return those kisses with his own heated passion. He was told growing up that eventually desire settles down but it's hard to imagine that being the case with someone as perfect as his beloved is. He wants Byleth in no shortage of ways, any number of days, and doesn't see that stopping anytime soon. How could it?

The pop of a button makes him laugh though as Byleth frantically, a bit clumsily even, begins peeling off his clothes with such excitement. "And here I thought I was going to be the one who needed to be more mindful with your clothes," he mentions, poking just a little bit of fun. How could he not feel a bit jovial and playful considering the circumstances?

"Ah- sorry. I just--" He has to interrupt himself pressing a kiss to Dimitri's collarbone, hands smoothing along his ample chest. He kisses and sucks, bruising the skin, wanting to leave a mark.

"I just need you. So bad." So painfully bad. Every time he thinks his furious crush on Dimitri might cool, all he needs is to simply look at him. Talk to him for only a moment. Feel his touch or his scent. All he ever wants is to be wrapped up in this man's warmth. Making love is as close as they can be to meshing their beings. He fumbles with his own clothes, tugging his pants down and tossing them to the side carelessly and making quick work to free Dimitri's cock.

Usually he's all about the foreplay but at the moment he can only think of one thing, and he sinks down on his lover, wrapping his length in slick warmth, shamelessly moaning as he takes him to the hilt.

"You have nothing," Dimitri injects, as best as he's able to, "to apologize for." His words warble a little there in the middle as a disguised moan. There is something primal and instinctual about being marked by Byleth that pleases him deeply. To be able to show off exactly where he's been, with who, and for there to be no mistake about them belonging to one another... Perhaps, in a place like this, it's a bit selfish. But Dimitri never claimed to be a 'good' man and he won't start now.

Dimitri is quick to help Byleth remove his clothes and the other man's in kind. He's careful that none of them end up in the water but, beyond that, it seems like fair game to allow them to fall where they may. This pace does seem a little breakneck even for his beloved but Dimitri doesn't mind any. He's hard as a rock already and eager to take as much of Byleth as he can.

The blond's hands snap to Byleth's waist to help hold him down against Dimitri's hips for a moment as he relishes in the feeling of stretching him so. But then, he's loosening that grip to allow himself to buck up reflexively into Byleth's inviting heat. The pupil of his good eye dilates wide and he can't help but moan his approval.

It feels so good to be full. Dimitri always feels just right, no matter the form. He slows down a bit now that they're joined. A moan cracking from his chest as he lifts his hips and sets down again. As simple as it is, sometimes this is all he craves.

"You feel. So perfect inside me." He leans forward, enough to allow him to move his hips more freely, to slide up and down Dimitri's cock with a bit more ease. Taking one of his hands, he folds their fingers together. Now he really is taking the time to enjoy it. Savoring the fullness and the connection.

"Oh gods yes. Please- I need you--"

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.

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.

Dimitri would be lying if he said he didn't feel very much the same way. Their love is novel, after all. It's the things that people read about in storybooks but don't often get to experience in reality. His beloved is perfect in his eyes, too; however, he still wants to know him more intimately. He wants to know Byleth in every imaginable way. Thankfully, Amani is allowing him that luxury.

"Ah-" he lets out, voice warbling slightly. His engaged is a sight to behold as he works his body against Dimitri's. They find such a wonderful, pleasurable rhythm with each other. "You're..." he starts. Stops. Moans, from low in his chest.

"You're gorgeous like this," he finally manages to get out.

He may be suffused with a Goddess, but this is as close to divinity he could ever feel. His hands clutch Dimitri's, and he drinks in every little tiny sensation that floods his mind. No room for cruelty or doubt in any corner of his being right now. Just the feeling of his love inside him, below him, flooding him to the brim with adoration.

Byleth is far too gone now for proper sentences. He appreciates what is said, but all he can manage is deep, needing moans. Intentionally squeezing him inside, trying to milk every good sound and expression out of him. Desperate to take in every moment in full. It is far more than sex, or lovemaking, he feels. It is the act of consummation. Of something higher.

His ragged voice becoming a low mantra of his beloved's name, and pleas to not stop. To fill him. Claim him entirely.

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.

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."

At his most basic, Dimitri has always been a kind man. Too kind, even, some would say. It was what had led him to such a lowly state once he'd lost everything; he felt hurt, betrayed, and like it was his own kindness - a weakness, he perceived it as then - that put everything into motion. That was the reason he suffered.

He knows better now. He does. But the point remains: Byleth is right. He is loving and kind and wants more than anything to show as many people as he can while here. None more important than Byleth though, of course. His beloved, now and evermore.

"Mm, is that so? That's a... bold claim to make." But it stokes his pride all the same. It also keeps his desire strong and sees a needy buck to his hips.

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.

So would Dimitri, honestly. To hear Byleth sing his praises so... It's a bit overwhelming, honestly, even for as much as he loves it. Him. "P-perfect?" he can't help but (attempt to) protest. It isn't very effective, of course, if the way he nearly laughs before it being cut off by a low moan.

"I can only s-say the same," he replies. To him, Byleth is everything and always be. The man was a guiding star in the darkest of his nights. He was the one who took his hand and led him back down the right path, the one that he had always hoped to walk. And now he'll never have to let go of his hand again. In fact, it will now have an extra bit of shine to help lead him.

Before he can stop himself, Dimitri is picking up his pace and fucking up into Byleth without abandon. He wants to pull every perfect sound out of him that he can.

He could go on, but not with the way Dimitri is moving into him. It takes absolutely no effort or time at all to reach a moaning, whimpering climax like this. He doesn't stop it. He doesn't feel the need to do anything but let it happen as it naturally will.

With Dimitri's name on his lips and in his soul.

There is no posturing or play like this. He feels entirely raw and open, for one of the rare moments in his life. No worries, no doubts, just his love there with him. Skies above, he could not replicate this feeling if he tried in any other situation.

To go from that deep hole of depression and confusion he was in when he arrived to this-

He isn't particularly one to cry during sex, or cry much at all, but this manages to squeeze a few joyful tears to roll down his cheeks.

"Just like that, beloved," he encourages as Byleth tightens around him.

To see Byleth shed tears of joy thanks to his efforts, it's... more than enough. Honestly, just being here with Byleth - no romantic or sexual attachment - would have been more than enough for Dimitri. But somehow, someway their love came to fruition out of the most unfortunate of circumstances. He couldn't be happier if he tried.

He couldn't love Byleth more if he tried. The man is perfectly everything that he needs, wants, and desires at all times.

It doesn't take the man long to follow his beloved in reaching that delightful peak. The buck of his hips stutters slightly and his established rhythm falters. He gives a long, low groan as he spills hot inside of him again and again.

Something about that soft, guiding voice digs into him. It fills him with such a swell of comfort. He loves taking care of this man, but to feel as though he is looked after in return is... it's amazing. Just those simple words. He rides him through his peak, until Dimitri is entirely spent, before pausing to catch his breath. He could very easily keep going. He doesn't feel like he needs to chase pleasure though.

Not when he's felt it so completely, in every aspect, right here. His chest heaves, he lowers himself again to rest against Dimitri. To just be there and enjoy this afterglow with him. To feel how they breathe in unison. He can feel Dimitri's heart fluttering against his own silent chest, and the sweat dampened prickle of his skin. He feels so very alive.

So acutely human. These moments of heightened perception are often overwhelming for him. Like staring at the sun. Today though, he will stare at it until he is blind.

He is. Byleth is so loved it might be difficult for Dimitri himself to comprehend it. To say that he adores the other man with every bit of his being feels like an understatement, honestly, and moments like this only reaffirm that. He continues to flex his hips up into Byleth - warm, inviting, wonderful - until there's nothing left of him to give. Despite the exhaustion, a deep sense of satisfaction seeps down to his core. It's never like this with anyone else.

As Byleth lowers himself down against Dimitri, the man loosens his grip on his beloved's hips and instead curls them around him loosely. Protectively, almost. He enjoys the quiet afterglow with nothing but their pants and the rustle of leaves on the wind around them. He will have to learn how to etch memories like these somewhere he can keep closely.

Eventually, Dimitri brings his chin and torso slightly up to press a kiss the top of Byleth's head. "I am so grateful," he says, "to get to spend the rest of this life and the next with you. Whatever else may come, know that you have me."

Could there really be anything this sweet in life for him? If this isn't the happiest he will ever be, he would presume anything more would be nothing short of paradise. He curls into Dimitri, breathing a slow sigh against his skin, thinking about the feeling of his hands on him. The weight of his arms around him.

"I am not so good with words as you are, but know that I am happy. You make me happy, Dimitri. I am looking forward to the rest of our lives together. As long as you are here, then I want for nothing." It leaves him feeling absolutely punch-drunk on pure feeling. He stays like that as long as he can, until the wind begins to chill them and the idea of continuing in a warm bed is more ideal.

What more could he ever ask for than this? Facing every day, mundane or no, with Dimitri's hand in his.

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