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[bladehand]

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[bladehand]

[ There are times when Byleth misses the boy that Dimitri was, but secretly, he loves the beast that Dimitri has become even more. Dimitri's so much bigger, and so much more hungry — he's always hungry, and it always feels good to feed him. To let him do as he likes. Encourage him, every time he's a little selfish, and all for Byleth's benefit.

The kiss is electrifying; it sparks heat through his core and between his legs. The slippery, hot touch of their tongues is still so strangely thrilling, despite how often Dimitri kisses him, and when the professor parts his lips, it's with the full expectation of allowing Dimitri to take more. Occupy as much space as he likes. Conquer him, if need be. He's always happy to surrender to his Dimitri. ]

I would — [ breathed between kisses, dizzy with growing lust ] — give you even more than that...

[ They should take off their clothes. Dimitri's already shed his armor, which helps matters; Byleth still needs to take off his greaves and his corset, but that doesn't take as long as peeling the king out of his plate cuirass might. He runs his hands from where they've settled over Dimitri's chest — feeling his beating heart and the ample curve of his muscle there — up towards the collar of Dimitri's dark undershirt, moving to undo the buttons. ]

I would give you everything...

[ Everything — all that he can muster. Not just his body, or his heart, or his soul; not just victories, or all of Fódlan. But things like happiness. Things like comfort. ]

[aboarhent]

[ when the dam breaks, it floods. whatever it's been holding back is a deluge of everything--- desire. thirst. hunger. his hands are occupied so the only way he can find any leverage to truly deepen that kiss is to use his body, use his mass to drive byleth back into the door with an audible thump. when their lips drag and the kiss breaks and his tongue has nowhere to go, when the other is able to speak words that he barely hears over his own harsh breathing, he's voracious sucking and nipping at his professor's throat.

it's probably easier when clothes are out of the picture and byleth's are stripped off--- it doesn't matter what he's wearing. they're in his way. at the very least, he's not tearing them off in unrepairable pieces. ]

Everything... [ a growl, words hoarse in his throat ] ... you already give me everything. Yet, I want more.

[ a person to wake up next to every morning. someone to listen to, someone to speak to. constant, consistent affection. a reminder that life is truly worth living in a brighter, less violent future.

but tonight, that violence is different. kinder and softer, passionate. once byleth's upper half is exposed, the other man can lift him up. keep his back up into that door while he mashes his face into that chest and begins to leave harsh looking bites along his chest. marks that leave no doubt that byleth belongs to him. ]

[bladehand]

[ Byleth's corset is so roughly unclasped and dropped to the floor that he has half a suspicion that Dimitri may have bent the hooks out of shape again — but that's gentle, for him, and Byleth is hardly going to complain about it when he wants his clothes off just as much as the king probably wants them torn to shreds. It doesn't matter, it's an easy enough thing to fix, and he doesn't have the heart to care about it when that hot, big, demanding mouth is nipping and sucking and biting at his neck, leaving little lovebites all over the surface of his skin, marking him as Dimitri's and Dimitri's alone.

He's pushed into the door with a force that belies how badly Dimitri wants him, but that's normal, too, for the both of them. Once the top half of his body is fully bared to Dimitri's exploration, Byleth tips his neck back in encouragement, welcoming his lover's hunger. It should be terrifying, how easily Dimitri can just lift him, press him against the door so that he can get his teeth over Byleth's pecs and his lips over Byleth's nipples — but the professor just finds himself getting harder and harder instead, looking down at the big, overgrown beast his favorite student has become, feeling a monstrous pride.

His own hands fumble to get his pants off while Dimitri turns his chest into a constellation of bruises and bites, all of which sting and smart in a way that makes his cock ache with need. He feels terribly, terribly aroused. With a furtive movement, he finally gets his pants undone and slides them down his thighs, revealing more creamy skin for Dimitri to bite, and the hot erection between his legs, already blossoming pink and beading with precum.

The bruises on his thighs from last night have now turned a spectacular purple. Byleth never cares because he studied healing magic long ago and always cleans himself up properly before a real fight. ]

You always want more. [ He says it flatly, but there's the low melody of a tease to it. ] You're so greedy.

[ Gently, his hands run through Dimitri's hair as if straightening a lion's mane. ]

But I love it. I love feeding you.

[ A sweet kiss pressed between Dimitri's brows, over the strap of his eyepatch — and then Byleth's voice lowers to a filthy, lurid whisper: ]

I love how your cock feels inside me...

[aboarhent]

[ he said that he would mark him and he does with the appetite of a caged, indomitable beast. a ferocity that gains momentum every time his eyeteeth find a spot left without pock marks, to add them to a growing collection on skin that will easily mend given some time. in a way, one might think that knowing byleth was more resilient than the common man would make dimitri more fierce and less hesitant when it came to nearly breaking the skin with his hunger-driven efforts.

but instead... if anything, it makes him more wary. to let himself completely lose control would be nothing short of traitorous. he is still his professor, a guiding light, a wonderful being that didn't deserve his worst despite receiving it for such a long time.

as soon as he feels satisfied with his tongue and teeth, he finally does pull back, just enough to realize that byleth has completely stripped himself bare. the sound of those trousers falling off his legs and down onto the floor is yet another reminder of that beastly strength hidden in dimitri's broad, muscular frame. he can practically smell the arousal coming off of his lover in waves that make his mouth water. ]

I am. It is a blessing and a curse to have the most satisfying of meals in my arms at this very moment.

[ where his taste buds have failed him, it's the rest of his senses that have picked up the slack. there is one amazing truth--- byleth always is sweet on his tongue.

he shivers. another truth? byleth is the only one worthy of his dick. that he continues to hold the other man with one arm and hand while using the other to roughly tug the rest of his garments off--- nothing is left on his body after he takes the requisite second or two to do so. he's already been straining, tense, absolutely turgid. his cock has been seeking the refuge that only byleth can offer ever since he stepped into his room. ]

Your loving embrace does not stop with simply your arms. [ a pause as he kisses his lover's jaw, then his lips again. ] Have you prepared yourself, or shall I do the honors?

[bladehand]

[ Byleth never thought of himself as a lustful man before he started bedding Dimitri. Now it's as if lust is all that motivates him. He loves Dimitri — loves the man's face and his body and his tortured soul — but that being said, it's Dimitri's monstrous cock that he can't take his eyes off right now. Look at it, how thick it is — hard and engorged and as massive as the rest of his king. It's hard for Byleth not to shiver in anticipation; he already knows how good that dick is going to feel. ]

I got ready in the bath just now.

[ He reaches down and spreads himself to demonstrate. His entrance, softened and parted, gapes with tantalizing promise, in a way that should accommodate Dimitri's cock well enough, even if it might still be a little tight (Byleth's fingers are sturdy enough, but they've never been as large as Dimitri's).

It's also incredibly lewd. The Dimitri of five years past probably wouldn't have even dared to dream that there'd be a day where his stoic, buttoned-up professor would be pressed against a door on one arm and spreading ass for his cock.

Oh, Byleth's been a bad professor. Truly. He knows that his Dima can't taste, even now — that it's a great shame his Dima can't taste, even now — but is it wrong for him, then, to love it when that same inability to taste is what seems to make Dima kiss him harder? Is it wrong that he likes how not being able to taste seems to make Dimitri lick Byleth more greedily, slurp at his tongue, suck his cock with complete desperation? Is it wrong to love those things?

Regardless. He got ready in the bath because he liked the idea of not making Dima wait. He wanted Dimitri to be able to shove his cock in without much preamble and lose himself in pleasure and thoroughly enjoy fucking his beloved to his heart's content. But... ]

But if you want to test me first...

[ Should Dimitri want to double-check his professor's work, with his hands or his tongue or anything else — Byleth will hardly complain. ]

[aboarhent]

[ upon sight of byleth revealing how he's treated his hole causes a groan to escape from dimitri's parted lips. a gasp of surprise: his professor cannot possibly be this lust-drunk, could he? from just being around dimitri alone? then again they have fucked many times, consecutive nights of making some wonder if there are ghosts truly haunting the halls of the monastery or if that was simply byleth howling in pleasure from dimitri splitting him in twain over and over again. he would like to underestimate his own abilities, but there is nothing more simple than a rutting. letting the most primal urges in his brain take over until they're nothing but sweaty, panting messes laying on a bed or on a floor or draped over tables or chairs or...

dumbly, he nods. of course he needs to make sure byleth can take him like this. it would be a mistake to fuck him dry and tight. while magic or alchemy can help with the healing process, it would still behoove them both to make sure their esteemed strategist could have full use of his legs on the next day.

dimitri carefully lowers the other man back down, making sure his legs are firmly planted on the floor before he presses byleth into the door again. this time it's from the amount of force he puts on his ass where he spreads those cheeks apart with the force of his face alone. he inhales again--- yes, this is his professor all right--- and then thrusts his tongue into that awaiting hole.

yes... it's slick, he can tell that much. he doesn't want to completely replace whatever has him prepared for the length and girth that's coming. still, it's not just about his own needs. his professor deserves every second of his time, to feel as loved as he possibly can. dimitri loves byleth. it's not just about what he's done or what they may owe each other.

as he greedily eats the other man's ass out, he still has two free hands. one of them can certainly tend to himself while also wrapping those fingers along byleth's dick and starting jerking him off. not to completion, of course. but his lover deserves nothing more than to be driven mad with pleasure. ]

[bladehand]

[ It would be embarrassing if Byleth had not already lost his capacity to feel shame. The point of bathing before this was to strip his body of unwanted smells and oils, but Dimitri openly sniffs him, as though they really are beasts, and Byleth's familiar scent will tell him whether or not his mate is in heat. Then the man dives in, tongue slipping in and probing in earnest, and Byleth feels his eyes roll back in his head before they flutter shut and he gnaws at his lip, trying to keep quiet.

The professor shudders, clutches weakly at the door. Oh, this is the exact way that he loves being driven mad with pleasure. Dimitri eats ass so earnestly every time, with such bestial hunger, and without any shame at all. Tongue working like a hot wet tentacle along Byleth's insides, pushing and loosening him even further, practically kissing his hole, lips occasionally sucking at the professor's puffy rim. The big, warm hand wrapped around his cock tugs at him in a maddening way that won't let him finish. Byleth's precum drips and spatters against the floor beneath him as it leaks out of his cock; it won't be the only mess he makes tonight.

Dimitri's big, rough hands work his cock to bursting. His big plush thumb rubs into Byleth's slit, making the professor's knees buckle and his toes curl as he finally, finally chokes out the first of many loud moans for the evening. ]

Dimi — tri, I — oh —

[ And it's a good thing that Dimitri's doing this, too: whatever lube the professor used to prep his hole for Dimitri's cock seems to be the sort that only gets more slippery when mixed with saliva. (The traveling merchants have long known that there is a market for these sorts of tinctures at Garreg Mach, and the war has not changed that significantly.) His fingers press against the door as he pants and cants his hips backward, legs trembling and hole twitching, as if trying to ride Dimitri's tongue. ]

[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...?