[His hands had begun a slow journey upwards, their end destination her upper chest— But then Byleth but removes her shirt, bearing all for him to see, and Dimitri’s own heart goes haywire, sending blood careening through his body to make his flush all the more prevalent. She moves his hand to rest on her breast, and he— Goddess, logically he knew that it would come to this, but it is more than he ever imagined in the breath of a moment. If he had ever quietly fantasized about touching her in this way — thoughts that were quickly tamped down out of propriety and perhaps a bit of shame, in his younger years — then they have suddenly become reality, and it’s almost comedic that he doesn’t know what to do.
Do what you feel is right, she had said, and all he can do is submit to his body’s instincts, his want for her that had been growing for some time now. Dimitri lets out a shuddering breath and cups her breast with his hand, rolling a calloused thumb over her nipple. His other lingers at her torso, tracing past long-healed scars, where the skin has gone paler than the rest. Scars earned together, in a way.]
I am not. [Ah, he cannot accept that kind of praise so easily. But for her—] But you are, beautiful in every way.
[He leans forward, knowing only that he wants to place his lips somewhere on her body, on these new and unexplored territories. They brush over her chest, and he tilts his head lower to place eager and sloppy kisses on her unattended breast, working his way slowly down to its center. His own body, meanwhile, feels like it’s been set aflame, a growing heat that can only be sated by her. By all of her, he’s starting to believe.]
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Do what you feel is right, she had said, and all he can do is submit to his body’s instincts, his want for her that had been growing for some time now. Dimitri lets out a shuddering breath and cups her breast with his hand, rolling a calloused thumb over her nipple. His other lingers at her torso, tracing past long-healed scars, where the skin has gone paler than the rest. Scars earned together, in a way.]
I am not. [Ah, he cannot accept that kind of praise so easily. But for her—] But you are, beautiful in every way.
[He leans forward, knowing only that he wants to place his lips somewhere on her body, on these new and unexplored territories. They brush over her chest, and he tilts his head lower to place eager and sloppy kisses on her unattended breast, working his way slowly down to its center. His own body, meanwhile, feels like it’s been set aflame, a growing heat that can only be sated by her. By all of her, he’s starting to believe.]