museboxofmuses | Dimitri + Byleth Catchall

[Soft and slow, like in the snow cave.

Byleth made a soft, contented sound, and instinctively he pressed closer - both into the kiss and physically, his leg hitching up a little higher to settle more around Dimitri's hip. The kiss ended slowly, and they didn't part much, almost nose to nose as Byleth briefly worried his own bottom lip.

It was tingling slightly.]

Every time we kiss... [His voice was a little breathless.] My pulse jumps. From something so brief and chaste...

[ Ha. There's a soft breath out as Byleth's leg swings around him and hitches higher. He presses into him, as if he can somehow fit their bodies even closer together as their lips meet and his hands clutch at him. ]

...chaste.

[ He laughs breathlessly. His own pulse feels like it's racing along, too. ]

Is that what this is? Is that what... you want?

[Byleth hummed quietly. For all his naivete in romance, he wasn't entirely ignorant about it. He felt, however, that if he told Dimitri he would desire a chaste marriage, then he would honour that. But...

He never gave it thought, before. Sex, physical intimacy, there had never been a driving urge for it. But Dimitri had lit a spark - mostly one of curiosity, and a desire to see Dimitri happy. His happiness was Byleth's happiness, after all, and Byleth was never one to shy away from new experiences. He can give it a try, at the very least... and who knows? Perhaps it'll awaken a ravenous hunger in him?]

Admittedly... [Byleth's voice was a low murmur.] I'm curious to know how it'll feel to be intimate with you... provided you wish the same. If you want us to have a chaste marriage, then that is what we'll have. If you wish to explore my body for your own satisfaction, however, then you may have that as well.

[...blunt.]

[ Admittedly, Dimitri isn't exactly one to be chaste. He's not a rake or someone who pursues sex or intimacy for the sake of it - but he can't deny his desires exist and indulging them would be... good. Especially with Byleth. He noses in against him wit ha little sigh. ]

...I - ah.

[ He swallows. ]

I would very much like to explore with you. To be intimate.

[ He tries to kiss him again - another soft, lingering thing. ]

[As he thought. Not to say Byleth pegged Dimitri as particularly lustful but, well, his body language gave it away. He smiled into the kiss, returning it briefly before pulling back.]

Good. In which case, I'll move at whatever pace you want, Dimitri. Whether that'll be to wait until our wedding day to consummate, whenever that'll be. Or...

[Byleth leaned back in, kissing Dimitri slowly, before murmuring against his lips:] We do it now.

Well...

[ Dimitri laughs softly and noses back into the kiss. ]

Now seems like a good time to start.

[ His grip tightens a little, his hand sliding to Byleth's waist and his thigh working between his legs. There was a sense of anticipation now. Something electric. His lips press against the corner of his mouth and then the line of his chin. ]

However you'd like...

[Byleth felt Dimitri insinuate his thigh between his own, a gentle pressure pressing against his groin. He definitely felt his pulse start to pick up in response, his face feeling warm. It was like a figurative jolt to the system, a realisation that this wasn't just words and hypotheticals anymore - Byleth really was going to jump into this, feet first and with wild abandon... and admittedly felt a rush of excited anticipation.

It was Dimitri. He trusted him no matter what. Even if Byleth may lose his composure, or be placed in a vulnerable position... it added a thrill to it, almost.]

I'll... I'll follow your lead. [Back to sounding breathless, and experimentally, Byleth rocked his hips. The friction, and the press of Dimitri's thigh, certainly stirred something novel and hot in him.] I only know the basics of this.

[Literally 'Object A is inserted into Object B' levels of basics]

Well... it isn't as I have much more experience.

[ Dimitri laughs in response. He squirms a little, not quite sure where to put his hands to start. But he supposes another kiss isn't out of the question as they rock together. He gives Byleth more of his thigh to grind against - even that is enough to make his face flush and his heart race, even if no one is touching him anywhere particularly sensitive. ]

So let's just... do what feels right?

[ He cards fingers through his hair and his other hand gently grabs a hip. ]

And we can figure out everything else as we go.

A-Alright.

[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?

[ Dimitri is not precisely experienced, but he's certainly had more experience than Byleth in this case - and more than that, Dimitri likes to give. To serve others. So he's perfectly content to hold Byleth close and watch through a lidded eye as he rocks against him and he feels the hardness of his arousal grind into his thigh. He gets a little closer, squeezes his thigh a little further up and lets him grind and hitch and roll. ]

Like that?

[ His fingers card into Byleth's hair. ]

Tell me how that feels.

[As a rule Byleth didn't swear - he felt it too crude - but he could admit he very nearly did when Dimitri's thigh pressed harder against him. The bitten back curse escaped as a shuddering exhale instead, his eyelashes fluttering briefly as his hips rutted faster against Dimitri's thigh.

It was just... in the perfect spot now. The friction was just right, the pressure was just right, and his body certainly knew what to do with all that without any conscious input from him, grinding against Dimitri in pursuit of a pleasure Byleth hadn't felt before. It was dizzying. It also nearly made him miss Dimitri's quiet order.

Words had never been harder. It took him a bit to formulate a response - mostly because he found he was having to clutch onto his composure with an iron grip the moment he opened his mouth. The urge to... make sounds... was very strong.]

It... it feels good. [His leg unconsciously squeezed against Dimitri's hip, vainly trying to press him closer.] It's just- just right. There. P-Please don't, move your thigh, Dimitri.

[ Dimitri listens to the gasps and sighs and noises that Byleth makes with a certain satisfaction. Pleasing him is, in this moment, the most important thing he can think of in the world. So he gives more pressure. Draws him closer and nestles Byleth's head into the hollow of his throat as he rocks up to meet him, giving him that firm, hard, warm pressure to press into. ]

I won't, I won't, love.

[ The word spills out before he can snatch it back. ]

Don't worry. I've got you.

[Byleth panted his pleasure against Dimitri's throat, letting his composure slip, just a little, with his face hidden. The noises were stifled, but not completely silenced, and he clutched tighter at Dimitri as he felt his abdominals start to tense. The pleasure was starting to coil low in his belly, and his hips' movements began to jerk off-tempo.]

D... Dimi-

[He interrupted himself with a strained moan, one harsh thrust finally tipping him over the finishing point. But aside from a few gasps and stifled, bitten-off noises, Byleth was almost completely silent as he squirmed through his orgasm.]

Byleth...

[ He murmurs his name as he feels Byleth go taut. His gaze is on his face, watching as his expression shifts and then moans. He tugs him closer as he feels him tremble.

He thinks he's beautiful. ]

It's alright, it's alright-

[The brief loss of control took him by surprise. Byleth's body trembled and jerked as he rode that pleasurable high to somewhere unthinking. For one, blissful moment, his mind was utterly absent of anything except how good Dimitri made him feel.

...he kind of understood why people made a big deal out of sex now.

But, that was a later realisation. For now, Byleth slowly shivered into the afterglow, panting shallowly as he clutched tightly at Dimitri. His thoughts felt all jumbled. He was just aware of: Dimitri's voice, murmuring, the heat of his body, the way the slightest shift of Dimitri's thigh made him want to whine, nudging against oversensitive skin, the... stickiness- oh.

Right. With orgasm came... yes.]

I'm... I'm alright. [Even to his own ears he sounded breathlessly dazed, and his eyes were unfocused when he blinked them open.] I'm just... I didn't expect an orgasm to feel so... intense.

[His first orgasm... Dimitri's claiming a lot of firsts here.]

[ There is going to be a bit of a mess to deal with eventually, but Dimitri honestly isn't considering that right now. At the moment, his concern is purely Byleth - and he's looking at him with a sense of complete satisfaction and care. He presses a kiss against his temple and then his cheek. ]

...they can be. Although I don't have much experience in giving them to others. I'm glad it was good.

Mmm, very good...

[A detached part of Byleth was observing the aftereffects with mild interest. He felt so loose-limbed and relaxed - drowsy, almost, like a great tension had been released somewhere. He also, impossibly, felt even more affection for Dimitri, and he leaned in to give him a quick kiss.]

It was over quite quickly, though... [Probably Byleth's own inexperience contributing to a lack of stamina.] Mn, no matter. Do you want me to, ah, reciprocate...?

...you don't need to. In all honesty, seeing you take so much pleasure is more than enough for me.

[ Which is partially true. ]

Are you sure? I don't mind if you want to orgasm too.

[Blunt! But Byleth's words are earnest. He pushed himself up on his elbow, resting his hand on Dimitri's chest as he gave him a small smile (he was ignoring the sticky situation in his pants at the moment)]

I want to see you happy too, Dimitri. I may not know what... exactly to do, but I want to learn.

[ BLUNT. But adorable, all the same. Dimitri coughs. ]

...well. If you would like to try and use your hand, I... I couldn't possibly object.

[Use his hand... to generate the same pressure and friction that Dimitri's thigh did for him. As if he was calculating a particularly tricky upcoming enemy engagement, Byleth leaned back slightly to cast his gaze downwards. Their legs were still entangled, so he gently slid his thigh from where it was hitched over Dimitri's hip to make some room, and reached downwards.]

Very well. Please don't hesitate to correct me if I'm not meeting your expectations.

[There wasn't any nervousness. It was just like learning any new skill from scratch, and getting anxious about doing it wrong would just become a self-fulfilling prophecy. Besides, it seemed very straightforward: friction and gentle pressure.

With that in mind, he lightly pressed his palm against the front of Dimitri's breeches - it felt very warm, but the groin was one of the hottest spots on the human body, so it was to be expected. Then, he began to rub experimentally, carefully watching Dimitri's reactions.]

Byleth, you don't need to say it like that-

[ Dimitri laughs, although he'd be the first to admit he's probably just as nervous. Byleth's exploring hand finds the firm, warm hardness of Dimitri's cock. He's already hard and the friction of his hand makes him soft quietly in pleasure. It's... different from when he touches himself, for obvious reasons. But still good.

His arms tighten a little and he rocks forward to meet Byleth, his eye fluttering shut. ]

That's good...

[Byleth's touch was exploratory, his fingers pressing through the fabric of Dimitri's breeches to map out the length and firmness of his arousal. Dimitri seemed to like it, so Byleth kept it up, his questing fingers locating the tip and giving it a few, slow rubs before he began to palm Dimitri's arousal in earnest.

Well, as best as he could. The angle was a little... awkward for his arm, but much like enduring the uncomfortable sensation of drying semen in his underwear, Byleth set it aside in full focus of his mission: bringing Dimitri pleasure.]

Tell me if you want me to move faster or slower. [His voice was a low murmur, and impulsively, he leaned in to give Dimitri a brief kiss.]

[ Dimitri made a low noise against Byleth's lips. His hand felt... very good. Even if it was a hesitant brush of fingers through cloth. Exploratory. He leaned in a little closer. ]

We - um. We could... take some of this off.

...? Oh, you mean our clothes?

[It was getting a little hot, Byleth could admit. His hand paused against Dimitri's arousal before he pulled it away, propping himself back up on his elbow.]

Very well. Let's strip.

[Right into it, huh...]

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