[He takes a moment to enjoy the view while she wiggles out of her shorts, a motion which only accentuates every curve of her body. She’s bare before him now, impossibly beautiful, and Dimitri doesn’t need much encouragement from her to feel the growing slickness between her legs, but his hand is gratefully guided all the same.
Already wet, already warm. The intent is to make it more so, even with the distraction of her kisses moving along his jawline. He hums pleasurably, so that her lips may feel the vibrations of his low tone, and experimentally, slowly at first, he slides a searching finger along her folds.
This is all painfully new to him, but Dimitri, like most, knows the foundations behind acts of intimacy. (Being Sylvain’s friend for so long, he probably unwillingly knows even more than that.) He knows that movement and friction against her sex is what will arouse her further, and the wetter she becomes, the more wanting she will be for him. He knows, eventually, that there will be one spot specifically that might make her more eager, and faster.
For now, however, it is all unknown territory and slow consideration. Teasing, almost, as he runs the length of his finger between her legs, judging Byleth’s reaction.]
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Already wet, already warm. The intent is to make it more so, even with the distraction of her kisses moving along his jawline. He hums pleasurably, so that her lips may feel the vibrations of his low tone, and experimentally, slowly at first, he slides a searching finger along her folds.
This is all painfully new to him, but Dimitri, like most, knows the foundations behind acts of intimacy. (Being Sylvain’s friend for so long, he probably unwillingly knows even more than that.) He knows that movement and friction against her sex is what will arouse her further, and the wetter she becomes, the more wanting she will be for him. He knows, eventually, that there will be one spot specifically that might make her more eager, and faster.
For now, however, it is all unknown territory and slow consideration. Teasing, almost, as he runs the length of his finger between her legs, judging Byleth’s reaction.]