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[bladehand]

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for dimitri at aboarhent.

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[aboarhent]

[ he leaves no spot untouched within the other man, tongue delving deep as far as it'll let him in earnest. it's not just byleth's hole. it's his as well. the number of times that he has fucked him, the number of places that they've left their mark... it's a miracle that byleth hasn't been completely broken by now: a testament to his durability, his flexibility, and his strength. those things that he he's always been enamored with are in full display as he continues to eat byleth out with a ferocity only outmatched by his recklessness in combat.

the other man's cock is also a point of attention, a point of affection. how he can feel it twitch and throb in his hand, and he gives it another firm squeeze. it's more of a warning than anything else; he doesn't want to have byleth come yet. hopefully he won't. even if he does, it won't change that dimitri is still rock hard and painfully so. while he continues to jerk byleth off, he finally pulls his mouth away and gives one of those cheeks a quick, playful bite--- teeth pressing in just deep enough to leave a mark and nothing more.

getting back onto his feet, dimitri begins to rest his weight against the other's back. he leans forward and drags his erection into the cleft of those cheeks, dragging the head of his girth into that stretched, plush entrance... but not going any further quite just yet. ]

Are you ready for me, my love?

[ of course he is. byleth has been ready for some time already, but it never hurts to ask. especially when those might be the last words he utters for the rest of the day, evening, and probably early morning hours.

of course, he won't leave his professor's dick alone in the meantime. continuing to pump and prime him... there's nothing lovelier than the sounds of his moans. ]

[bladehand]

[ It's maddening. Absolutely maddening. To have that hungry mouth working wonders against his ass — to have that big hand mapping out the pulse in his cock, squeezing down every time it seems like he's too close — oh, it could drive Byleth insane to feel this way, if not for one thing: he knows that his Dima won't leave him unsatisfied.

The professor is jittering, near-drooling, by the time Dimitri finally relents and pulls back to drag his cock down the cleft of his ass. The new position pins the bulk of his body up against Byleth's back. And Byleth knows that he is not a terribly small man — not in the grand scheme of things — but Dimitri makes him feel so slight, so elfin. Something to be dwarfed and conquered and pinned down and fucked.

Anticipation makes color rise to his cheeks. That's a unique pleasure of fucking Byleth, too. The professor is normally so stoic, so composed, but Dimitri alone gets to see how he comes undone, how the firm and unyielding line of his lips will part and go slack once his cock pushes in...

But. They're not quite there yet. The king's tongue has left his tactician's hole glossy and slutty and very slightly looser than before. Byleth's puffy rim catches the head of Dimitri's cock, but no matter how greedily Byleth wiggles his hips back, he just can't get it in, in this position. He needs Dima to thrust — ]

Yes. Please. I need it...

[ His voice leaves him in a breathy, trembling sigh. His cock trembles, slick, in Dimitri's hold. ]

[aboarhent]

[ oh, he does need it. they both do. dimitri takes a moment to collect himself. he wants to be fully immersed in this pleasure but also have some semblance of rational thought. being a slavering beast has its drawbacks at times and this would be one of them. a complete love is the best kind; he wouldn't want to waste his time with something shallow like a fling. byleth deserves it all, even if right now the most he should receive is a thorough breeding.

he licks his lips. yes, despite everything, he's positive he can still taste the professor. even better is that it's not all on his palate right now. no, by just... leaning in a little, letting the head of his cock press into that drooling hole of byleth's, there's something else.

and whatever it is? it's delicious.

that inner warmth is a familiar one; at times, he can barely remember the furor of their love making. that the passion burns in his chest and through his veins and all he wants to do is find that release, chase it down through the thunderous pounding resounding throughout the monastery. other times, he soaks it all in. he doesn't want to let anything go to waste.

so when he does slowly enter inside of byleth, it's done out of patience. necessity. he wants to savor it all. even if byleth whines and begs and pleads for that brutal fucking, dimitri is loath to give it to him. yet. ]

I know you do. But be patient.

[ taking him on a ride, changing the pace of how they do things... ]

[bladehand]

[ There are nights when Dimitri acts like the mad beast his instincts compel him to be — losing himself completely to pleasure, fucking Byleth again and again and again, heedless of how many orgasms his lover has as long as he is continually having them. And those nights taught Byleth many things, like how much his body can truly withstand, and how dangerous Dimitri really is, and how to feel greed — how to crave more and more and more and demand satisfaction and find it in the press of Dimitri's hands against his hips.

(Byleth didn't know he could be so needy until he took Dimitri as a lover. He also doesn't think anyone else could even keep up with Dimitri if the man ever laid with another.

Thinking about that still makes jealousy flare through Byleth's heart.)

But there are nights like this, too. Nights when Dimitri remembers to be more man than beast, when he shows signs of being that handsome young boy that had first seduced Byleth with his soft words and his searching gaze, and the frustrating-wonderful-glorious thing about that is that Byleth has grown to love the beast in Dimitri nearly as much as he loves the boy, and — he — ]

You're... you're teasing me... [ A soft gasp. ] Dimitri...

[ He claws uselessly at the door as Dimitri fills him; he has to remember to breathe. It's so big. Every time, just so damn big — big enough that Byleth still feels a stretch despite the vigorousness of the prep work they both did to get him ready for this. But the stretch is painless and Dimitri's cock hilts just right, filling him so well, so perfectly. A pulse of pleasure rushes through him, makes him tremble.

He's grown so impatient. Oh, who would imagine that the professor — who used to be so known for his stoicism, his patience — who would imagine that he'd be like this, trembling on Dimitri's cock? That his soft wet hole would clench and twitch around Dimitri's cock like this, as if impatiently trying to milk him of everything he's worth? The hot passage of his insides clenches and pulses and grips Dimitri's shaft like nothing else, heavenly-soft like sucking velvet, as if the hot wet slickness inside of him might soak into Dimitri's dick if he leaves it there long enough...

Byleth tries to move his hips in vain, but it's half-hearted; he can tell that Dimitri wants to savor the moment, no matter how much his hindbrain wants the king's big dick slamming up inside of him. And Byleth never denies his beloved Dimitri anything — has loved him far too much and for far too long to deny him anything. So he waits.

Dimitri ought to savor it. The feeling of it. To have his stoic Byleth like this, shaking and twitching and aching for his cock — it's a pleasure like nothing else in the world.

And it feels warm. It feels right. Feels like being loved — like Byleth was made for him. ]

[aboarhent]

[ every aching, breathtaking centimeter is worth it. it's a test of his own strength and will, to keep himself from shoving himself entirely inside. it's not like trying to impale an opposing soldier, leave him dangling from the mid of his spear, make him an example for those who may see such a gory scene. no: this is lovemaking. it's romance. byleth is near and dear to his heart. he is his everything, his sun and moon and the wind that touches everything in between. he's not some kind of vestibule for his physical desires.

but his professor is making it quite difficult for him not to do that right now!

yes, he is teasing byleth. yes, this counts as cruel and unusual punishment. when there's always a chance dimitri could go right to the hilt, he's acting on his other impulses--- the kind that'll get his professor to whine and whimper. he can hear byleth trying to grab onto something, anything to help him stay upright.

it's not helping that his hole is so... it's practically vibrating. oh gods, everything about byleth's inner walls is as tantalizing as the most delicious looking steak or ribs. there's very little difference between how succulent and juicy they are in comparison, especially as dimitri just feasted on byleth's rear. as he continues to force his girth in between those cheeks, watching as more and more of it disappears into that tight, slick warmth, the barest hint of drool falls from his lips and onto the other's back. ]

It is what you deserve.

[ he moves a hand to give byleth's rump a light swat then a firmer pinch, before he forces himself in the rest of the way. it's like a punch to the gut, pleasure slamming into him, that makes dimitri want to do it again... which he does. a pull out as far as his head will allow him, and then he brutally thrusts back inside. the tightness? still there. the wet sound of his cock stretching byleth growing more steady and consistent... ]

[bladehand]

[ A drop of — something — splashes, pinprick-light, against Byleth's back, making that succulent hole of his tighten even more devilishly. Either sweat or saliva, the professor supposes. He's noticed Dimitri's habit of salivating more during sex, though they've never discussed it at length; he thinks he should ask, at some point. Sometimes he wonders if Dimitri actually tastes something during sex, something that he can't taste when he eats. Byleth thinks he might be able to understand. Sometimes, the pleasure is so rich that he swears he can taste it, too.

It's heavenly. Being speared on his lover's cock. Torturous, too — to feel that slow, unhurried thrust, have every slow inch of it jolt through all of his nerves and resonate through his bones. Byleth rarely swears — never swore very much even when he ran with mercenaries who said fuck nearly as often as they said shit — but Dimitri alone gets to hear him cursing quietly under his breath as that giant cock of Dima's pulls out and then back in again, making his jaw clench as he hisses softly and helplessly craves more. His ass stings a little from being bitten and slapped and pinched, but Byleth doesn't mind; each twinge of painful affection reminds him that he's Dimitri's and Dimitri's alone. ]

Don't I — spoil you enough — ?

[ Everything. Everything. He's given Dimitri everything, would give Dimitri still more if he asked for it. Everything he wants, anything he needs. Because he loves Dimitri; because Dimitri means everything to him; because neither snow nor wind nor flower nor moon can compare to the beauty of Dimitri's smile and the brilliant light in his blue eye when he looks at his Byleth and needs something.

Byleth wants to make love to his Dimitri, too. It's just — he might not know how.

They never did have a very conventional romance.

So he's whining and he's letting out soft little moans, but they're not loud enough yet, not the way Dimitri knows he can be loud. He's trying to turn around for a kiss, trying to beg for cock. Maybe he doesn't understand, just yet, how gently Dimitri wants to make love to him tonight. ]

And you, you're telling me... that I don't deserve you...?