[He feels so hyperaware of everything, each sensation ramped up thrice as much as it should be, that her fingers through his hair almost makes him shiver. But Byleth’s hands are always welcome on him, all over him if she wishes, and he dips his mouth low enough to kiss her breast, tongue teasing along a tract of skin.
Dimitri does as she asks. With confirmation that it feels good to her — the slickness gathering at his knuckles proof of that — he moves his finger a little more boldly, slipping in and out of her at a more rapid tempo.]
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Dimitri does as she asks. With confirmation that it feels good to her — the slickness gathering at his knuckles proof of that — he moves his finger a little more boldly, slipping in and out of her at a more rapid tempo.]