museboxofmuses | Dimitri + Byleth Catchall

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...]

W-well, yes.

[ He has to laugh at that as he sits up and tugs his shirt off, tossing it aside. He wriggles his hips as he starts on his trousers, reluctant to take his eyes off of Byleth. ]

I'd like to see more of you.

[Byleth watched Dimitri pull off his clothes with an air of mild interest. This wasn't the first time he'd seen him half-naked, but it would be the first time seeing him naked naked, especially in this context. His gaze lingered on Dimitri's groin, when-]

Hm? [Oh right.] Ah. Yes, of course.

[Byleth tugged his sleepshirt off - it was thicker than his usual clothes, designed for the Faerghan chill, as even under the covers at night, the cold was pervasive. Yet now, he felt incredibly warm. He exposed his lean, well-toned torso, the pale skin peppered with scars old and recent, a timeline of his life as a mercenary to professor to, incredibly, the archbishop. He was unbothered by them. Scars were unavoidable in his line of work.

With that done, he then wriggled out of his trousers and underwear, humming quietly at the mess inside the latter. He'll need to wash those... but fortunately he had spare underwear for the ride back to Garreg Mach. Idly, he tossed his discarded clothes over the side of the bed to be dealt with later - and to stay out of the way.]

[ As soon as they're both bare, Dimitri rolls forward onto the bed and wraps Byleth up in a warm, intense embrace, trying to kiss him with a sense of very real passion as he intertwine their limbs all over again. He just wants to be close - in whatever form that takes - and feel the warm push of skin against skin.

It's wonderful. ]

Oh-!

[The startled noise escaped Byleth when Dimitri swept him up into his arms and held him close, their limbs entangled as Dimitri kissed him deeply. These weren't the soft, gentle kisses of before - this kiss stole Byleth's breath away.

He could also feel Dimitri's arousal press against him, rubbing against his flaccid cock and making a strange, yet very intense tingle shiver through him. He was still oversensitive, but it still felt good - just in a way that teased the very fine line. He shivered from the sensation regardless, and let the kiss swallow up his muffled groan.]

[ Dimitri pulls back after a moment, panting for breath as he stares at Byleth with an incredibly fond, almost enraptured, smile. ]

I want to do more for you. If... if you'll let me.

[ Almost forgetting he's meant to be the one getting looked after right now! ]

[Byleth blinked at him, his cheeks flushed and lips parted, more than a little dazed and kissed stupid. Wait, wasn't he... Byleth was meant to be returning the favour right now, wasn't he?]

Oh, I... if that's what you want. But, don't you wish to orgasm first?

...I honestly enjoy giving.

[ He flushes, cheeks bright red. ]

Although I suppose I should be asking what it is you'd like to do, shouldn't I?

I want to do whatever makes you happiest, Dimitri.

[Byleth suddenly let out an amused exhale.]

Ah, we're of similar minds, I feel. Very well... I want to do whatever it is you want to do right now. Which is...?

...I'd like to do whatever it is will bring you pleasure.

[ He laughs. ]

Look at us. [ He leans over Byleth and kisses him. ]

And if that means you get to put your hands all over me... that's perfectly fine.

[Byleth hummed, considering his options. His inexperience meant he wasn't actually aware of the many (sexy) choices he could make, so he went with the most obvious: resuming what he was doing earlier. Except in a better position so he can properly move his hand...]

Alright. Then... do you mind if I sit in your lap, facing you?

No, no. Please...

[ He sits up, leans back, and practically lifts Byleth into his lap. ]

It's a start, isn't it?

[...he kept forgetting how strong Dimitri was.]

Ah, yes...

[He was admittedly a little flustered, from their close proximity or Dimitri just casually picking him up to deposit him in his lap? He supposed it didn't matter. He calmed himself and got comfortable, deciding that yes, this position made things a lot easier.]

Is this position comfortable for you, Dimitri?

[As he spoke, he gently grasped Dimitri's arousal. It was different without cloth in the way - hot, and the tip was slightly damp - but far easier to curl his fingers around and stroke experimentally.]

[ Dimitri's breath catches as he feels Byleth's fingers close around him. It trails into a low whine. There's a joy in this - in being pressed skin to skin and in feeling the rush of breath. His grip tightens for a moment and then he eases off, acutely aware of not wanting to lose control and hurt his lover. ]

M-more than comfortable. Do let me know if I grip too hard...

[The air had been pushed out of him a little from Dimitri's initial squeeze, but Byleth shrugged it off with a quiet hum. He trusted Dimitri.]

I will, don't worry.

[Getting the hang of it now, his strokes become firmer, more confident, and he leaned in to kiss Dimitri gently on the lips.]

[ Dimitri sighs softly and then groans. He hitches his hips up against the stroking hands hand, his lips parting to accept his tongue. ]

Your hands feel... good...

[ He squeezes his hips, toes curling. His head is spinning. ]

[Byleth let out a soft 'hrm', of acknowledgement or satisfaction, it was unclear, but Dimitri's words encouraged him to be a little adventurous.

He slowed his hand's movements, pausing every so often to rub the pad of his thumb against the arousal's slit, smearing the precum found there. He wanted to know what exact touch, what exact movement, would drive Dimitri to the height of pleasure, so he could do better next time - it was, he was quickly realising, like practising any technique. Just that in this case it was the technique of jerking Dimitri off.]

Does this feel good?

[He practically purred that against Dimitri's mouth, his voice husky, and pressed his free hand flat against Dimitri's chest, feeling the rapid pace of his heart. Heartbeats... they fascinated him.]

[ Byleth's touch was driving him mad. He could swear that. The way his fingers grasped and touched, the feeling of their bodies pressed close. He fluttered his eye shut and turned to press a kiss against Byleth's mouth as his hips jerked up into his touch. He was already close - and getting closer. ]

Y-yes, please - more-! Byleth-!

[ Soon. Soon. ]

[There always was a level of satisfaction in doing well at something, especially if you were unfamiliar, yet Byleth felt this particular satisfaction edged with something heated that had his hips shifting slightly.

Even though he wasn't the one being touched so intimately, Byleth's breathing was a little short as he unconsciously quickened his hand's pace, pulling back slightly to intently watch Dimitri's expression tense with rapture. Was that how he had looked before when Dimitri had given him pleasure? It was somehow the most hypnotising thing he'd ever seen in his life...]

That's it, Dimitri. [Byleth's voice was a little hoarse.] That's it.

[ Dimitri's experience with this sort of thing - especially with another person - was limited. But he leaned into it all the same. As much as he wanted to watch Byleth, as much as he wanted to see how he looked in this moment, his body wasn't cooperating. There was tension, little sparks that built up in his belly, a growing tension that threatened to snap and made his face contort. His eye fell closed and he tried to find any part of Byleth he could to hold onto as he shuddered. ]

P-Please - I'm - close-

[ He's hovering on the edge. ]

Dimitri + Byleth Catchall

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