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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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