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[perfectteatime]

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.

[blaiddydblood]

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."

[perfectteatime]

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.