[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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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.