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[bladehand]

fanart by Zn_IneedGTA6.
for dimitri at aboarhent.

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[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...?