[this kind of stimulation is new and byleth finds herself enjoying it, a spark of enthusiasm coursing through her as she feels dimitri draw her closer, an arm around her waist — in the noise that he makes, draining her of the air in her lungs like it's not her own to begin with.]
[her face heats up, her hands on his neck and cheek, her kisses earnest and hungry. she breathes against his skin, slowly finding room beyond his collarbone to put her hands on. on his arms, as she pushes him back towards the bed.]
—sit.
[byleth commands, voice low, her eyes opening to meet his own heated gaze.]
no subject
[her face heats up, her hands on his neck and cheek, her kisses earnest and hungry. she breathes against his skin, slowly finding room beyond his collarbone to put her hands on. on his arms, as she pushes him back towards the bed.]
—sit.
[byleth commands, voice low, her eyes opening to meet his own heated gaze.]