[He complies, pushed onto his back, scarred skin tinged with a sex flush and eager for her touch. She’s quiet — which is nothing new, he is used to bouts of what he thinks are contemplation from her — and though her look of consternation is probably worthy of questioning, words leave his brain the moment her fingers wrap around him.
He’s already slightly slick with precum, and throbbing for more. Dimitri props himself up on his elbows, huffing out air, wanting to do more than just squirm every time she strokes his length. Hard to do, given how good it feels.
And then she does what she does best— say something puzzling without any context for him to draw upon.]
You— you will what?
[He’s breathless and falling into a haze of pleasure... maybe he’s misunderstanding.]
screams @ byleth
He’s already slightly slick with precum, and throbbing for more. Dimitri props himself up on his elbows, huffing out air, wanting to do more than just squirm every time she strokes his length. Hard to do, given how good it feels.
And then she does what she does best— say something puzzling without any context for him to draw upon.]
You— you will what?
[He’s breathless and falling into a haze of pleasure... maybe he’s misunderstanding.]