[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.]
[another squeak of a sound escapes her as he pushes his finger in, her walls clenching against the digit almost instinctively. it — is an odd sensation, but it feels good, like she wants more of him. her hand stills and joins the other in gripping the mattress, teeth peeking as she bites her lip.]
That... Ah, more would be — good.
[it's strange, really, to try and be vocal about her own sentiments so openly, because dimitri wants her to provide him with feedback. it takes her a moment of indecision before she decides to lie down on the bed, breathing heavily, and cupping at her own breasts with her now-freed hands.]
Keep going.
[her voice is of a breathy quality now, softer than usual.]
[She likes that— Good. Good, he thinks, as she lies on her back, hair splayed, her hands roving across her breasts. Dimitri moves to where he is propped over her, on his knees and one elbow pressed next to her side for balance, taking in her scent and the sensation of her radiating heat against his own. His erection brushes her leg in the process, that alone enough to nearly send a shiver down his spine.
But, willfully, he does as she says. Presses his finger in her until it’s slowly in as far as it can go, up to his top knuckle. Her walls are soft and clench slightly against his movements — an experimental “come hither” twitch of his fingers, before he slides it out and back in a second time.]
Like this?
[He asks, dipping down and running his lips in a kiss across the knuckles of one of her hands.]
[is all she musters to say at his question, her hips moving against the intrusion. dimitri is being painstakingly slow and careful, a necessary thing as they traverse these unknown waters together.]
[rumblings of a hum follow, feeling keen satisfaction from the movements of his finger within her.]
Do it more.
[byleth insists, moving her hand away from under his lips and resting it on his head, brushing blond hair back.]
[a quiet whine escapes her, out of pleasure more so than discomfort.] It feels — not bad. [she corrects,] Nice.
[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.]
[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.
[His eyes meet hers — bright blue and one paler — as her hips buck against his hand. Dimitri lets out a shuddering breath to witness Byleth like this, something he never dared to wish for, but the desire had pooled in his gut in such a short period of time and now they’re here, with Byleth beneath him, and he would never ask for anything more—
He pumps his finger in and out of her, in time with her hips angling into his hand, and sits up just enough to indulge himself in the sight. She always was so controlled to him, level-headed and calm. Dimitri wonders if he’s now watching that slip away, piece by piece.]
You are beautiful, Byleth.
[She’s so wet that it’s easy enough to slowly slip a second finger in, to test and tease at her reaction a little more boldly.]
[that very same level-headed and calm control that dimitri admired is the very same reason why byleth tries, now, to keep a level of composure. her mouth shut again, only hums of pleasure escape her. she tilts her head and nearly presses it to her shoulder, looking over at dimitri from beyond her heaving chest, her breaths fast and deep.]
[she feels heat coil unto her, like a spasm she can't control as his fingers delve deeper inside her, a friction so pleasurable against her. and yet — she reaches a hand between her legs, pressing against her clit. her back arches somewhat from the mattress and she gasps at the combined effect.]
—touch me here too, Dimitri. [she urges, aware of how earnest her beloved is about her.]
[She’s right — every request of hers will be met, eagerly, without hesitation. His own cock is hard and throbbing, but it’s a testament to how much he wants to please her that he can ignore it so readily for now. His pleasure is never a priority, no, not in face of hers.
So of course he just nods, an exhale passing from his lips, and slides his fingers out of her. They’re warm and wet and slick, and it’s easy enough to slide them up where she indicates, just around her clit.
He dips his head down once more, letting his tongue tease at one of her nipples — in tandem, his finger rubs at that spot, a motion mimicking her own, the friction easy with how slick his fingers already are.]
[her moans grow increasingly in volume, her breathing becoming more erratic as it hitches in her throat. dimitri is working hard to please her and the thought alone throws her into a bit of a tizzy. a jolt of pleasure shoots through her, forcing her to push her knees together involuntarily, closing her mouth into a thin line.]
[her nails scratch at dimitri's neck, readjusting herself on the bed as her eyes turn to him.]
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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.
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That... Ah, more would be — good.
[it's strange, really, to try and be vocal about her own sentiments so openly, because dimitri wants her to provide him with feedback. it takes her a moment of indecision before she decides to lie down on the bed, breathing heavily, and cupping at her own breasts with her now-freed hands.]
Keep going.
[her voice is of a breathy quality now, softer than usual.]
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But, willfully, he does as she says. Presses his finger in her until it’s slowly in as far as it can go, up to his top knuckle. Her walls are soft and clench slightly against his movements — an experimental “come hither” twitch of his fingers, before he slides it out and back in a second time.]
Like this?
[He asks, dipping down and running his lips in a kiss across the knuckles of one of her hands.]
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[is all she musters to say at his question, her hips moving against the intrusion. dimitri is being painstakingly slow and careful, a necessary thing as they traverse these unknown waters together.]
[rumblings of a hum follow, feeling keen satisfaction from the movements of his finger within her.]
Do it more.
[byleth insists, moving her hand away from under his lips and resting it on his head, brushing blond hair back.]
[a quiet whine escapes her, out of pleasure more so than discomfort.] It feels — not bad. [she corrects,] Nice.
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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.]
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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.
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He pumps his finger in and out of her, in time with her hips angling into his hand, and sits up just enough to indulge himself in the sight. She always was so controlled to him, level-headed and calm. Dimitri wonders if he’s now watching that slip away, piece by piece.]
You are beautiful, Byleth.
[She’s so wet that it’s easy enough to slowly slip a second finger in, to test and tease at her reaction a little more boldly.]
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[that very same level-headed and calm control that dimitri admired is the very same reason why byleth tries, now, to keep a level of composure. her mouth shut again, only hums of pleasure escape her. she tilts her head and nearly presses it to her shoulder, looking over at dimitri from beyond her heaving chest, her breaths fast and deep.]
[she feels heat coil unto her, like a spasm she can't control as his fingers delve deeper inside her, a friction so pleasurable against her. and yet — she reaches a hand between her legs, pressing against her clit. her back arches somewhat from the mattress and she gasps at the combined effect.]
—touch me here too, Dimitri. [she urges, aware of how earnest her beloved is about her.]
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So of course he just nods, an exhale passing from his lips, and slides his fingers out of her. They’re warm and wet and slick, and it’s easy enough to slide them up where she indicates, just around her clit.
He dips his head down once more, letting his tongue tease at one of her nipples — in tandem, his finger rubs at that spot, a motion mimicking her own, the friction easy with how slick his fingers already are.]
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[her nails scratch at dimitri's neck, readjusting herself on the bed as her eyes turn to him.]
[softly, a need in her voice,]
I want you inside.