[Byleth's voice caught involuntarily, briefly overwhelmed by a lot of new things all happening at once. He'd never paid attention to thighs before, but suddenly every inch of him was hypersensitive to Dimitri's between his legs, how firm and solid it was and how rocking against it felt... good- no. Good was an understatement. Good was stretching and getting that kink out of your lower back. Good was napping under warm covers on a chilly morning.
This was... good.
Byleth curled his fingers into the back of Dimitri's shirt and unconsciously squirmed, his leg draped over Dimitri's hip awkwardly trying to hitch a little higher. It was amazing, how instinctual this all was: his body knew what it wanted, and it knew everything would be better if his hips just, tilted like this, fractionally, and if, if Dimitri just, pressed up harder...]
Mn, Dimitri... [There was a huskiness to his voice that Byleth had never heard from himself before.] Can you- can you press... your thigh a little, mn, harder against me?
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[Byleth's voice caught involuntarily, briefly overwhelmed by a lot of new things all happening at once. He'd never paid attention to thighs before, but suddenly every inch of him was hypersensitive to Dimitri's between his legs, how firm and solid it was and how rocking against it felt... good- no. Good was an understatement. Good was stretching and getting that kink out of your lower back. Good was napping under warm covers on a chilly morning.
This was... good.
Byleth curled his fingers into the back of Dimitri's shirt and unconsciously squirmed, his leg draped over Dimitri's hip awkwardly trying to hitch a little higher. It was amazing, how instinctual this all was: his body knew what it wanted, and it knew everything would be better if his hips just, tilted like this, fractionally, and if, if Dimitri just, pressed up harder...]
Mn, Dimitri... [There was a huskiness to his voice that Byleth had never heard from himself before.] Can you- can you press... your thigh a little, mn, harder against me?