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[perfectteatime]

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?"

[blaiddydblood]

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.