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The taste is so enticing. He flicks his tongue between the two shafts before backing off and straddling Dimitri. The look on his face says it all. Dimitri isn't the only one painfully ready. Byleth is simply deciding if he wants one in each hole, or both in one.

He'll have to think on that.

For now, he takes one, holding it steady so he can sink himself down on it with a wanton groan. The other is trapped, pressed against his thigh, but it won't be neglected for long. Just long enough for the man to adjust enough to take it inside of him.

While Dimitri obviously would have no qualms with what Byleth chose, he does want to keep in mind the other man's comfort. He is aware that his beloved tends to... take on more than he realizes sometimes. Whether it be in his daily life or Dimitri's dick(s), apparently.

He is larger like this, yes, but it's also a new sensation due to the ridges along his cock(s). The man hisses in a sharp inhale as Byleth sinks down and resists the urge to buck his own hips. It feels maddening, really, and he wonders how long his patience will last before fraying completely.

"Is it...?" 'good,' he can't quite articulate. Words. Difficult.

Byleth's wordless moan should be answer enough to that question. He rides that cock up and down a few times, enjoying the unique texture before pulling the other to penetrate alongside the first. It gives some resistance at first, but once the head pops in, Byleth thrusts downward, taking both in at once.

He practically howls for the sensation, shoulders trembling as he tries to steady himself. His eyes look distant, taken in by the pleasure entirely.

"Fffffhhhhkk-" The word, if it could even be called that, comes hissed through his clenched teeth.

It is answer enough indeed. It's better than any words he thinks Byleth could have uttered. Although doing his best to refrain and push things too quickly, he can't resist following those rolls of Byleth's hips with needy bucks of his own. Each second that passes thanks to that meat he devoured sees him slipping into a state of rut unlike any he's ever felt before.

To feel himself so tightly against Byleth's inner walls is too much. "Yes," he answers, a an even harsher thrust to follow. "I'm sorry, I can't-" The last of his lucidity slips away with those near-slurred words as he begins to thrust in earnest. Large, clawed hands hold Byleth close and tear into scale and skin. He bites harshly against the man's shoulder and draws blood that he laps up greedily.

It's all so much. So good. He'd stop himself it was truly hurting Byleth, but for now- For now, he gives into his baser carnal instincts to fuck and fill his mate to his heart's content.

The pain only adds to the experience. Byleth throws his head back and cries out again, enjoying the strange mingling of sensations as Dimitri takes him rough. His own claws dig in, leave long, bleeding lines across Dimitri's own skin. It will be a bloody mess by the time they're done, but Byleth doesn't care.

They can toss the damned sheets anyways. He can easily heal these wounds for both of them. He bucks down against the two thick members inside of him, haphazardly meeting Dimitri's own thrusts.

His body rolls with every pass, the slits of his pupils now round and wide with pleasure.

"Harder!" He manages to hiss, knowing full well what Dimitri can really do,

Neither does Dimitri. So often, he tries to be mindful of his strength. So often, he keeps himself calm and collected and in check. So often, he hardly realizes he's doing it anymore until he isn't. Unfettered like this in his desire is a dangerous thing, he knows, but he does so well keeping otherwise controlled that it makes the whole experience... novel. Memorable. And he does want this to be an experience both Byleth and him remember for a long, long time to come.

"Yes," he answers, single-minded in his desire now. Concern for Byleth isn't completely gone but it's clouded by the ever-mounting need to rut and breed his beloved. His grip tightens harsh enough to bruise deeply if not outright break the bones of a lesser man. The sting of those claws dragging along his skin will only add to his map of scars, he hopes, and tell a much better tale than the ones before it. Ones born of pleasure rather than pain, ones born out of love. Isn't that a nice thought?

At this intense tempo, he tries his hardest to last. Goddess, he wants it to. And while he knows he won't be satisfied with just one release, well- He groans from low in his throat as he bucks once, twice, and then buries himself deep into his Byleth as he can and comes in several warm spurts. He wants to stay inside him forever, even if forever can't last.

The roughness of it all serves Byleth's desires perfectly right now. He rolls his hips desperately, grinding himself against Dimitri's own. He howls in satisfaction when his husband finally cums, clutching him like he might vanish the next moment.

He's so amped up himself it all feels too good. He's not sure if he's come or not, because he still feels himself at that peak. It's wonderful. Feeling that seed inside of him.

"Good... good boy." He purrs as Dimitri stills for the moment. He knows this is far from over if he has a good sense of things, but that doesn't mean he shouldn't shower his love in praise every chance he gets.

"Do you think you can give me more?"

Good boy, he's told, and he relaxes for the praise. He won't be able to for long though. Already, the man can feel the fever pitch that is his lust only briefly quelled. Just what was in these magicks...? He'd hardly believe it if he wasn't experiencing it full-force right now.

"So much more," he answers, breath heavy and heady. "I want to give you all that I can. Everything." Maybe that's a foolish thing. Maybe he shouldn't be so eager to devote himself so entirely, but... He can't imagine a more worthy man to do so with. To claim so thoroughly as his own and be claimed in kind.

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