He almost feels as though he's made some kind of mistake. Just for a moment though, because Dimitri's fingers on him feel so fucking amazing. That low, teasing tone and smug face on him is something Byleth hasn't really seen before either, and it's delightful.
"A-Aha! Yes-- I-!" He can't even get the words out before he crumbles into more of that gasping, halting laughter. The flush on his face has spread down his shoulders, and every little touch has him feeling more and more sensitive. Maybe because it's Dimitri- or maybe he really is just that ticklish. He's not sure. It doesn't matter, all that matters is how good it feels. Beyond good. It's beyond pleasure into something almost too much, but he still craves more. He wants to be pushed beyond too much. He wants to be overwhelmed by this, not to mention... he doesn't want Dimitri to stop touching him. He wants that man's hands all over him, he wants his mouth and-
"Hm? Is there something wrong? I couldn't understand you, do you mind repeating yourself?" Dimitri's words feigned concern, while his face revealed he felt anything but. His tickling deepened from light brushing to squeezing up and down the ribcage--not enough to hurt, but firm enough to be absolutely maddening. He leaned in a few inches more, his face about a foot from Byleth's.
God, his laugh is too cute. The gasping and sputtering is definitely not what Dimitri had pictured when he'd fantasized about rendering Byleth to a giggling puddle on the floor, but somehow the real thing was so much better. It was just so . . . so unabashedly genuine, beyond any pretense--just ticklish joy in its purest form. It was sinfully delightful, and scratched a deep itch Dimitri'd had for so, so many years.
"Ehehe! Dimitri!" He couldn't be happier, though he does call for a timeout for a moment. To catch his breath, and take a moment to gather himself.
"I- ah... that's. Lovely. Could you ah. Could you un-stick me? And maybe we could- we could go somewhere... to uh. To you know. I guess... maybe find a private place. And you could-"
When Byleth truly calls for a breather, Dimitri relents, allowing for the other man to gasp for the oxygen he'd been deprived of. He lets the adrenaline coursing through him gently subside, assuming that once Byleth had regained his voice, he would naturally call an end to this little situation he'd found himself in.
Which, he did. But not in the way Dimitri expected.
"You could teach me more . . . about this?"
Dimitri opens his mouth to respond, but finds his mouth dry. Byleth's face is heavily flushed, hair slightly tousled, eyes . . . there was a vulnerable look to him that went beyond his trapped predicament. A curiosity edged with uncertainty, a slight question of whether it was alright to ask this. It was a side of Byleth Dimitri hadn't seen before, a sort of confused wonder that only those who knew him best could even recognize.
Dimitri took a half step back, hand covering his mouth and rubbing absentmindedly at his lips in an effort to hide his difficulty producing saliva. He cleared his throat before speaking, his hands moving to gently remove the equipment keeping Byleth pinned.
"We . . . yes, if you'd like. We could go to--well, forgive me if this is too direct, but we could go to my personal quarters if you'd prefer?" He avoids eye contact as he continues, "It's the most likely to be . . . stifling of any possible noise." He kept his body angled slightly away, praying that Byleth wouldn't be disturbed by the swelling in his crotch despite only tickling him.
As Byleth feels himself gradually freed, he looks back up at Dimitri as the man stammers out that proposal. Unfortunately for Dimitri, the faint tent of his trousers has been noticed. Byleth himself feeling an odd pang of excitement. Glancing back up at the man with an unusually shy demeanor for once. This is unbroken ground for him. The tickling that is, sex is nothing new, but being aroused over this is.
"Yes. Take me to your room." The straightforward answer is of course, direct and brief. He realizes only after how that sounds, and for a second he considers correcting himself but...
No. No he really does want Dimitri. He wants him badly. The thought comes up in full. He's thought it before. Plenty before. Never quite as real as this is though. Carefully, he reaches out and takes Dimitri's hand in his. Expression unchanging still, but he feels a kind of tingling left over from where he was touched before.
There is new warmth to the touch when Byleth takes Dimitri's hand in his own. The two had of course been in physical contact over the years--it's quite hard to train and fight an entire war without some level of physical touch becoming normal. However, the calloused hand that took his own had a gentleness to the grasp that filled Dimitri with longing and reassurance. Byleth was serious. He wanted this. He really, truly, wanted the same thing Dimitri did, and he didn't find him weird for his "unique interest".
Dimitri snapped his gaze from their conjoined hands to meet Byleth's eyes: they were filled with an eagerness that mirrored his own. Dimitri stepped forward towards the exit, stopping on his way to briefly cup Byleth's cheek and kiss him, pulling him a step or two before breaking the kiss to lead him towards his room. As these were his private training quarters, it was not too far to get from here to his room, which he was immensely grateful for. He relished the feeling of his own hand grasping Byleth's as he led him, and his heart pounded in excitement as well as some anxiety.
When they reached the door, he paused, turning around and taking Byleth's face fully in his hands and kissing him, softly, longingly, yet he knew probably a bit clumsily. When he pulled away, he found it difficult to meet his eyes.
"Just so you know, I've . . . I've never invited anyone in here. Before, I mean. I hope I can--" he paused, and took a deep breath. "Just so you know." He hoped that both the slight clumsiness of the kiss as well as his words conveyed the message that he was attempting to--he was very aware Byleth had plenty of experience with intimate matters, and while he'd kissed a few people when he was younger, he'd never gotten much further than that. Still, he was elated that his first time would be with Byleth, and even further that it would involve his "unique interest".
The kiss takes him wholly by surprise. In retrospect, he's not sure why, but in the moment it seems like it stops time for him (without his own intervention of course.) It takes him just a moment to realize he needs to reciprocate, and he does press into it. He wants Dimitri to know he wants that. He likes that. He just can't verbalize it very well.
He swallows dryly, eyes full of wonder when Dimitri breaks the kiss, and he's lead to his quarters in somewhat of a daze. His whole body feels light and tingly in ways he never knew possible. It's so vibrant and warm, and as they pass through the monastery, it feels as though everything is so much brighter. Even the colors and sounds seem somehow richer.
Before he can process the first one, there's a second one when they reach the door. This one seems to have just the same effect as the first, but he's faster to respond. Faster to reach out and hold him, tilt his head into it. It makes the world spin in the most wonderful, curious way. And the look on Byeth's own face says everything without words. Looking at Dimitri like he's the only other person that exists in the world.
"I... thank you. I want- ah. I want this." That's all he can manage. He hopes it gets the point across. All his mind can process right now is the intense need to get closer to him. As close as he can. For as long as he can. He remembers why they're here, and he's even more elated- because his wish will come true. To be touched, to be played with, to show affection beyond the platonic... with Dimitri, it's heaven.
Dimitri searches Byleth's face, registering the final confirmation he needed that yes, Byleth actually, truly wanted this.
He twists the handle behind him and opens the door, pulling Byleth into the room. The room itself is not very fascinating; most of the decor was Dedue's doing, as he had a better eye for such a thing. Dimitri was just happy to have the necessities--although, at the moment, he was very glad for the ridiculously large bed that occupied the space. "Fit for a king", he'd always been told.
Although now, looking at the flushed face that looked up at him so expectantly, he supposed it was probably more suited for an Archbishop at the moment.
He takes Byleth's face in his hands again, and barely hesitates before kissing him, even deeper than before. The previous kisses were clumsy from apprehension--this one was clumsy with need. He pushes Byleth to the bed, gently, but this time he doesn't care that his erection is pressing into the smaller man's body. He wants him to know that this turns him on. His anxiety and nervousness is finally outweighed by the carnal need to touch him, to kiss him, to ravage him . . . to tickle him.
The backs of Byleth's knees hit the bed, and Byleth deftly adjusts his position until he's fully laying on the bed, Dimitri following closely, lips never more than a centimeter from one another. Once atop Byleth, Dimitri finally breaks the kiss, breathing hot and heavy. A glint alights in his eye, and the corner of his mouth twitches.
"Allow me to show you what you asked for." He moves more gently and slowly this time, allowing Byleth ample room to protest if need be. Dimitri gathers Byleth's hands and positions them above his head, not stretched out completely, but at a comfortable angle, so Dimitri can hold both his wrists with one hand. With his other, he begins to trail his fingers down Byleth's wrist, over his sleeve, and down his arm, tickling lightly and slowly, inching towards the hollows of his armpits. He doesn't need to watch his hands--he's too busy watching the face of the man beneath him, so vulnerable and so beautiful.
This is everything. If he had a heart, he knows it would be beating out of his chest. As it is, the rest of his body tells him well enough that this is amazing. Strong feelings come along so seldom for him, but when they happen they are almost crippling.
He kisses back, lets himself be pushed back on the bed, trying to keep his breathing steady, but there's an audible tremble to it. He feels Dimitri's erection against him and it sends an extra thrill up through him. Oh he wants this so badly. So badly, it feels like the need is burning him up. There was a floodgate and now Dimitri has breached it with that kiss.
He makes a curious sound though, when his hands are pinned above his head, and that is enough to break him from his thoughts.
About the time Dimitri reaches just past his elbow, he's starting to squirm. Ah. Yes... what he asked for. He had almost forgotten in the heat of the moment but now all his focus is drawn to-
"Mmmh!" He scrunches his face, biting his lip. He's not a man who really ever learned about this, and so his reactions are completely candid. The high-pitched sound he makes when those fingers lightly brush over his armpit. Even through the clothes he feels it so acutely. Like little bolts of electricity tickling up and down that spot. He tosses his head to one side and keens, his laughter barely audible but for his quickened, huffed breaths.
Dimitri watches, thoroughly enraptured by the journey of Byleth's face. Tickling him in the clutches of the haphazardly fallen equipment moments before had been . . . impulsive, for lack of a better word. His desires getting better of his caution. Though he'd been caught up in the joy of that moment, there'd been a bit of apprehension on his part, a small anxiety of rejection niggling at the back of his mind.
Byleth had asked for this, however. This trailing of Dimitri's fingers down his arm, settling comfortably in the untouched delicate region underneath. Byleth's lust clouded eyes had seemed almost vacant after their lips had parted, a look that Dimitri wanted to elicit from him again and again and again. The look of mild alarm and curiosity that followed as his arms were pinned, which then turned into delighted bewilderment were somehow even more entrancing, however. Dimitri only then realizes he's grinning, cheeks taut and burning with joy of his own. He can't remember the last time he was able to smile this unabashedly at anyone, and certainly never from this angle, on his own bed.
And the noises Byleth was making--oh the noises--they were so unlike Byleth's normal laughter, which was already a rare thing to behold, and never more than a small chuckle or a sharp exhale through the nose. It was unlike anything Dimitri had pictured Byleth's tickle-laugh to be, and yet somehow that made it so much better. His gasping and keening and struggling breaths were so genuine and unpracticed and new, and they filled Dimitri with a strange mixture of awe as well as unbridled lust.
"Have you never been--uh--had this done to you before?" Dimitri struggled to say the word out loud, even as he experimented with different strokes on Byleth's exposed armpit, slow and fast, one finger and all fingers, skittering pads or trailing blunt nails, watching carefully to find exactly what elicited the biggest reaction.
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"A-Aha! Yes-- I-!" He can't even get the words out before he crumbles into more of that gasping, halting laughter. The flush on his face has spread down his shoulders, and every little touch has him feeling more and more sensitive. Maybe because it's Dimitri- or maybe he really is just that ticklish. He's not sure. It doesn't matter, all that matters is how good it feels. Beyond good. It's beyond pleasure into something almost too much, but he still craves more. He wants to be pushed beyond too much. He wants to be overwhelmed by this, not to mention... he doesn't want Dimitri to stop touching him. He wants that man's hands all over him, he wants his mouth and-
Ah. Now he's wet.
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God, his laugh is too cute. The gasping and sputtering is definitely not what Dimitri had pictured when he'd fantasized about rendering Byleth to a giggling puddle on the floor, but somehow the real thing was so much better. It was just so . . . so unabashedly genuine, beyond any pretense--just ticklish joy in its purest form. It was sinfully delightful, and scratched a deep itch Dimitri'd had for so, so many years.
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"I- ah... that's. Lovely. Could you ah. Could you un-stick me? And maybe we could- we could go somewhere... to uh. To you know. I guess... maybe find a private place. And you could-"
He clears his throat. Why is this so hard?
"You could teach me more... about this?"
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Which, he did. But not in the way Dimitri expected.
"You could teach me more . . . about this?"
Dimitri opens his mouth to respond, but finds his mouth dry. Byleth's face is heavily flushed, hair slightly tousled, eyes . . . there was a vulnerable look to him that went beyond his trapped predicament. A curiosity edged with uncertainty, a slight question of whether it was alright to ask this. It was a side of Byleth Dimitri hadn't seen before, a sort of confused wonder that only those who knew him best could even recognize.
Dimitri took a half step back, hand covering his mouth and rubbing absentmindedly at his lips in an effort to hide his difficulty producing saliva. He cleared his throat before speaking, his hands moving to gently remove the equipment keeping Byleth pinned.
"We . . . yes, if you'd like. We could go to--well, forgive me if this is too direct, but we could go to my personal quarters if you'd prefer?" He avoids eye contact as he continues, "It's the most likely to be . . . stifling of any possible noise." He kept his body angled slightly away, praying that Byleth wouldn't be disturbed by the swelling in his crotch despite only tickling him.
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"Yes. Take me to your room." The straightforward answer is of course, direct and brief. He realizes only after how that sounds, and for a second he considers correcting himself but...
No. No he really does want Dimitri. He wants him badly. The thought comes up in full. He's thought it before. Plenty before. Never quite as real as this is though. Carefully, he reaches out and takes Dimitri's hand in his. Expression unchanging still, but he feels a kind of tingling left over from where he was touched before.
"Lead the way."
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Dimitri snapped his gaze from their conjoined hands to meet Byleth's eyes: they were filled with an eagerness that mirrored his own. Dimitri stepped forward towards the exit, stopping on his way to briefly cup Byleth's cheek and kiss him, pulling him a step or two before breaking the kiss to lead him towards his room. As these were his private training quarters, it was not too far to get from here to his room, which he was immensely grateful for. He relished the feeling of his own hand grasping Byleth's as he led him, and his heart pounded in excitement as well as some anxiety.
When they reached the door, he paused, turning around and taking Byleth's face fully in his hands and kissing him, softly, longingly, yet he knew probably a bit clumsily. When he pulled away, he found it difficult to meet his eyes.
"Just so you know, I've . . . I've never invited anyone in here. Before, I mean. I hope I can--" he paused, and took a deep breath. "Just so you know." He hoped that both the slight clumsiness of the kiss as well as his words conveyed the message that he was attempting to--he was very aware Byleth had plenty of experience with intimate matters, and while he'd kissed a few people when he was younger, he'd never gotten much further than that. Still, he was elated that his first time would be with Byleth, and even further that it would involve his "unique interest".
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He swallows dryly, eyes full of wonder when Dimitri breaks the kiss, and he's lead to his quarters in somewhat of a daze. His whole body feels light and tingly in ways he never knew possible. It's so vibrant and warm, and as they pass through the monastery, it feels as though everything is so much brighter. Even the colors and sounds seem somehow richer.
Before he can process the first one, there's a second one when they reach the door. This one seems to have just the same effect as the first, but he's faster to respond. Faster to reach out and hold him, tilt his head into it. It makes the world spin in the most wonderful, curious way. And the look on Byeth's own face says everything without words. Looking at Dimitri like he's the only other person that exists in the world.
"I... thank you. I want- ah. I want this." That's all he can manage. He hopes it gets the point across. All his mind can process right now is the intense need to get closer to him. As close as he can. For as long as he can. He remembers why they're here, and he's even more elated- because his wish will come true. To be touched, to be played with, to show affection beyond the platonic... with Dimitri, it's heaven.
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He twists the handle behind him and opens the door, pulling Byleth into the room. The room itself is not very fascinating; most of the decor was Dedue's doing, as he had a better eye for such a thing. Dimitri was just happy to have the necessities--although, at the moment, he was very glad for the ridiculously large bed that occupied the space. "Fit for a king", he'd always been told.
Although now, looking at the flushed face that looked up at him so expectantly, he supposed it was probably more suited for an Archbishop at the moment.
He takes Byleth's face in his hands again, and barely hesitates before kissing him, even deeper than before. The previous kisses were clumsy from apprehension--this one was clumsy with need. He pushes Byleth to the bed, gently, but this time he doesn't care that his erection is pressing into the smaller man's body. He wants him to know that this turns him on. His anxiety and nervousness is finally outweighed by the carnal need to touch him, to kiss him, to ravage him . . . to tickle him.
The backs of Byleth's knees hit the bed, and Byleth deftly adjusts his position until he's fully laying on the bed, Dimitri following closely, lips never more than a centimeter from one another. Once atop Byleth, Dimitri finally breaks the kiss, breathing hot and heavy. A glint alights in his eye, and the corner of his mouth twitches.
"Allow me to show you what you asked for." He moves more gently and slowly this time, allowing Byleth ample room to protest if need be. Dimitri gathers Byleth's hands and positions them above his head, not stretched out completely, but at a comfortable angle, so Dimitri can hold both his wrists with one hand. With his other, he begins to trail his fingers down Byleth's wrist, over his sleeve, and down his arm, tickling lightly and slowly, inching towards the hollows of his armpits. He doesn't need to watch his hands--he's too busy watching the face of the man beneath him, so vulnerable and so beautiful.
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He kisses back, lets himself be pushed back on the bed, trying to keep his breathing steady, but there's an audible tremble to it. He feels Dimitri's erection against him and it sends an extra thrill up through him. Oh he wants this so badly. So badly, it feels like the need is burning him up. There was a floodgate and now Dimitri has breached it with that kiss.
He makes a curious sound though, when his hands are pinned above his head, and that is enough to break him from his thoughts.
About the time Dimitri reaches just past his elbow, he's starting to squirm. Ah. Yes... what he asked for. He had almost forgotten in the heat of the moment but now all his focus is drawn to-
"Mmmh!" He scrunches his face, biting his lip. He's not a man who really ever learned about this, and so his reactions are completely candid. The high-pitched sound he makes when those fingers lightly brush over his armpit. Even through the clothes he feels it so acutely. Like little bolts of electricity tickling up and down that spot. He tosses his head to one side and keens, his laughter barely audible but for his quickened, huffed breaths.
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Byleth had asked for this, however. This trailing of Dimitri's fingers down his arm, settling comfortably in the untouched delicate region underneath. Byleth's lust clouded eyes had seemed almost vacant after their lips had parted, a look that Dimitri wanted to elicit from him again and again and again. The look of mild alarm and curiosity that followed as his arms were pinned, which then turned into delighted bewilderment were somehow even more entrancing, however. Dimitri only then realizes he's grinning, cheeks taut and burning with joy of his own. He can't remember the last time he was able to smile this unabashedly at anyone, and certainly never from this angle, on his own bed.
And the noises Byleth was making--oh the noises--they were so unlike Byleth's normal laughter, which was already a rare thing to behold, and never more than a small chuckle or a sharp exhale through the nose. It was unlike anything Dimitri had pictured Byleth's tickle-laugh to be, and yet somehow that made it so much better. His gasping and keening and struggling breaths were so genuine and unpracticed and new, and they filled Dimitri with a strange mixture of awe as well as unbridled lust.
"Have you never been--uh--had this done to you before?" Dimitri struggled to say the word out loud, even as he experimented with different strokes on Byleth's exposed armpit, slow and fast, one finger and all fingers, skittering pads or trailing blunt nails, watching carefully to find exactly what elicited the biggest reaction.