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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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.