[dimitri obliges as he is wont to do when it comes to byleth, and it is the faster and slicker in-and-out of his finger that causes her to squirm—pushing her head back in a rush of pleasure that comes at her from her core. noise escapes past her lips, a drawn-out but surprised moan of pleasure. his tongue on her skin, her finger pushing in and out of her, it's like sending fire throughout her whole.]
[one hand perches tightly against his shoulder while the other grips the mattress, toes curling and her hips bucking into his hand.]
Dimitri— [breathed out, sudden, her eyes looking down towards her beloved.] Mm. Dimitri.
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[one hand perches tightly against his shoulder while the other grips the mattress, toes curling and her hips bucking into his hand.]
Dimitri— [breathed out, sudden, her eyes looking down towards her beloved.] Mm. Dimitri.