[As Dimitri leaned in, Byleth instinctively closed his eyes. He had a feeling it might be off putting to just have him staring intently when Dimitri looked a little skittish. It meant the kiss was almost a bit of a surprise, despite Byleth anticipating it - a warm press against his lips.
It was a simple contact. Nothing fancy or strange. Yet Byleth still felt. Odd? Not in an unpleasant way, but definitely unfamiliar. Byleth held himself very still, trying to sort through his initial impression of this chaste contact, and decided that it felt nice. Yet, 'nice' felt too mild a word. He decided the exact semantics were unimportant and pushed it aside for later consideration.
What was important was reciprocation. Dimitri had demonstrated the action as a teacher should, and it was Byleth's duty as a good student to mimic. So, as the short, yet chaste kiss, ended, Byleth immediately leaned back in, eager to show what he had learned. He pressed his lips firmly against Dimitri's, and he wasn't quite sure what to do with his hands, so he pressed one hand against Dimitri's thigh and the other against his shoulder.
The kiss itself only lasted a handful of seconds, yet Byleth's face felt curiously warm despite the chill as he pulled back. His pulse was racing... what a novel experience. The Crest Stone that functioned as his heart normally kept his pulse at a steady baseline, no matter how flustered he was.]
Was that... fine? [Even his voice sounded a little breathy. He cleared his throat.] I wasn't quite sure what to do with my hands...
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It was a simple contact. Nothing fancy or strange. Yet Byleth still felt. Odd? Not in an unpleasant way, but definitely unfamiliar. Byleth held himself very still, trying to sort through his initial impression of this chaste contact, and decided that it felt nice. Yet, 'nice' felt too mild a word. He decided the exact semantics were unimportant and pushed it aside for later consideration.
What was important was reciprocation. Dimitri had demonstrated the action as a teacher should, and it was Byleth's duty as a good student to mimic. So, as the short, yet chaste kiss, ended, Byleth immediately leaned back in, eager to show what he had learned. He pressed his lips firmly against Dimitri's, and he wasn't quite sure what to do with his hands, so he pressed one hand against Dimitri's thigh and the other against his shoulder.
The kiss itself only lasted a handful of seconds, yet Byleth's face felt curiously warm despite the chill as he pulled back. His pulse was racing... what a novel experience. The Crest Stone that functioned as his heart normally kept his pulse at a steady baseline, no matter how flustered he was.]
Was that... fine? [Even his voice sounded a little breathy. He cleared his throat.] I wasn't quite sure what to do with my hands...