[He wishes he knew how to do more, how to feel confident enough to take the lead, but his inexperience is as he says — he doesn’t know what he’s doing, only able to work on instinct and whatever guidance she might happen to give. He does move closer to the middle of the bed when urged, his first inclination to make room for her, but Byleth is suddenly so close next to him she might as well be on his lap, and his breath hitches again.
She kisses him, and he seeks her lips with equal fervency, a hand leaning back into the mattress and unsure what to do with his other. Dimitri knows that he wants to feel her, though, as much as he can, that she should be as close as possible— so he reaches out behind her, looping his arm around and shifting her weight (easy to do with his strength) so she is in his lap, practically straddling him.
When he breaks that kiss again, looking up at her, his eye is searching and his cheeks are already so flushed. That headache from before? Fading, replaced by a different kind of pulse throughout his body.]
You can... [It seems that a little verbal communication will be necessary.] You can tell me what it is you want me to do. What you think you like.
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She kisses him, and he seeks her lips with equal fervency, a hand leaning back into the mattress and unsure what to do with his other. Dimitri knows that he wants to feel her, though, as much as he can, that she should be as close as possible— so he reaches out behind her, looping his arm around and shifting her weight (easy to do with his strength) so she is in his lap, practically straddling him.
When he breaks that kiss again, looking up at her, his eye is searching and his cheeks are already so flushed. That headache from before? Fading, replaced by a different kind of pulse throughout his body.]
You can... [It seems that a little verbal communication will be necessary.] You can tell me what it is you want me to do. What you think you like.