museboxofmuses | Dimitri + Byleth Catchall

[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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