[Her breath in his ear, an admission of her excitement. Enough for his heart to push more eagerness through his own veins, though he does his best to remain focused on his fingers against her sex. Dimitri affords a glance down to watch her own hand work in tandem with his, stimulating her clit and slowly draining Byleth of her composure.
She’s getting wetter, his fingers covered in a sheen of her arousal. He wonders — curiously, a little selfishly — if he can be pull less restrained sounds from her. A curiosity that has him fingering her entrance gently, experimentally, pushing up no further than his first knuckle.]
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She’s getting wetter, his fingers covered in a sheen of her arousal. He wonders — curiously, a little selfishly — if he can be pull less restrained sounds from her. A curiosity that has him fingering her entrance gently, experimentally, pushing up no further than his first knuckle.]
Byleth... tell me what feels good to you.