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Their breaths have long evened out as they lay together, sweat dried off by the air and with summer blankets rumpled and twisted around their tangled legs. Dimitri holds Felix close, and feels a thrill of pure joy when he feels Felix snuggle closer, arms wrapping around him as he presses his cheek into the crook of his neck.

Dimitri moves a hand upwards to cradle the back of his head, ensnaring his lover’s long, silky hair between his fingers as he massages his scalp and behind the ears. Their bare chests and torsos press together, and Dimitri hears Felix sigh contentedly and feels it in the small puff of hot humidity against his neck. Endeared, Dimitri pecks his forehead, drawing out another one of those adorable satisfied noises from Felix.

At that, Dimitri simply cannot help himself. He tilts Felix’s head upwards, at which Felix blinks curiously, without a single trace of stress or irritation between his often-knitted brows, before his lips curve into an understanding smile and he leans into a slow, lazy kiss. He lifts his hands up, holding himself against Dimitri’s chest for more leverage so he can more completely immerse himself into the languid sliding of their lips, soft and earnest.

They take their time to enjoy the sensation, the pure ecstasy of having Felix in his arms and his lips on his rolling through Dimitri in waves. When they finally break away, though, Felix doesn’t stop there. He plants another small kiss on Dimitris jaw. Further down Dimitir’s body, Felix lets his hands roam, settling on Dimitri’s chest and stroking it, lightly digging into his pectorals with his fingertips.

“Felix?”

He doesn’t reply immediately. His gazes instead downward, lashes lowered, focusing on his hands which he is now using to rub deep circles into Dimitri’s bosom, each hand splayed across the flat planes of it.

Felix sighs, this time appreciatively. “It’s unfair how… plush these are.” He kneads his chest with his palms again, circling a sensitive and newly-bruised nipple to emphasize his point.

It’s no secret that Felix enjoys Dimitri’s bosom, often nuzzling between his pectorals when given the opportunity, but Dimitri has never figured out what to say when Felix compliments him – he was simply born this way. In fact, his width tends to cause more trouble than anything, as he often needs his shirts to be customized to mitigate the severe horizontal stretch on his buttons. “Um, thank you?” He’s glad that Felix seems to like it, though, and that offsets any hardships that come with being as endowed as he is.

Felix grunts. He lowers himself to rest his cheek in the center of his chest. “It’s… attractive. Especially since you’ve been eating well lately.” Felix pinches him lightly. “Soft, healthy.” he adds.

Dimitri flushes at the comment. He continues to let Felix do as he pleases, However, under the heat of Felix’s scrutiny and touch of his fingers, he feels himself start to harden once again. “Um… Felix?”

Felix makes a small noise of acknowledgement, but doesn’t stop. “I guess you’ll never get to fully appreciate these,” he sighs. “It’s not really something you can experience for yourself, I suppose.”

Dimitri frowns. He shifts onto his side so he can look Felix fully in the face, causing Felix to have to let go of his pecs. He makes a tiny disappointed sound, which Dimitri has to force himself to ignore, lest he feel guilty. “But Felix, I like your chest.”

Red flares across Felix’s cheeks. “Don’t speak nonsense,” he scoffs. He raises his chin, looking stubbornly away, his shoulders drawing inward, embarrassed. “Mine is just… average, at best.”

Dimitri couldn’t disagree more. Even if Felix isn’t as obviously muscular as, say, he or Dedue are, his training regimen keeps him toned, the planes of his pectorals firm and defined. “You’re wrong,” Dimitri says, matter-of-fact. Slowly, as not to startle him, he moves his hands up, hooking them under Felix’s armpits and dragging Felix upward so that his chest is at Dimitri’s eye-level.

“H-hey,” Felix protests, but he lets Dimitri do as he pleases, eyes betraying some interest at what Dimitri is about to do.

Dimitri guides his gaze to Felix in front of him, using his thumb to rub a dusky nipple. He hears a sharp intake of breath above him. “Your chest is lovely,” Dimitri affirms – he isn’t more certain of many things in his life than he is about this.

Again, Felix snorts – not out of derisiveness, but out of disbelief more than anything. Dimitri, displeased at Felix’s reaction, now only grows more determined. He doesn’t always have the right words, but he’s determined to find a way to prove his attractiveness to him. “I like how sensitive these are,” he says, brushing his fingers over his nipples once more. Again, Felix’s breath catches, soft and aborted. The ease of causing a reaction – it makes Dimitri’s own length twitch interestedly, but it’s no problem to focus on Felix. “I like how they get perky in the cold, or when you’re sufficiently aroused.” The thumbs the little nubs, which have indeed become stiff under his touch, and Dimitri wonders which it is. “And I love how when you’re embarrassed, or flustered, your flush reaches all the way down your neck,” Dimitri smooths a hand down the side of Felix’s neck as he speaks, making a line back to his bosom. “Making your chest rosy, too – yes, like now.”

Ah, he blushes so prettily, and Dimitri cannot resist the impulse to lick a long, smooth line down his center. Beneath him, Felix groans, moving against the sheets. “Dimitri.”

Dimitri chuckles softly, nosing the base of his neck, but keeps his hands where they are, planted straight across the span of his chest. “I know you prefer garments that cover your skin, but even seeing the column of your neck drives me wild.” He plants another kiss on the base of his neck and, just to prove his point, laves his tongue over a strip of it for a good measure. Felix moans again, and for that, Dimitri has to kiss him, something that Felix responds to eagerly by allowing access to his hot, wet mouth.

But no, he can’t get distracted here. To Felix’s disappointment, Dimitri pulls away again so he can whisper into his ear. “I enjoy also, how your hair flows down to your chest, or how your body looks, framed by the blankets in the moonlight.” He presses down with the heel of his palms, and relishes in the slight give and warm, firm muscle beneath pale skin and a network of thin scars. “You are, ah, what’s the word you used? ‘Plush’ here as well?”

Felix groans, this time equal parts aroused and exasperated, and rolls over. “Ugh.”

Dimitri offers him a wry smile. “Is something the matter, Felix?”

Felix gives him a half-hearted glare. “...sap. Disgusting.”

Nothing he hasn’t heard before, and he certainly doesn’t mind. Dimitri opens his arms again, scooping Felix back into his embrace. His hands settle over his back, then hips, appreciating the feeling of his slender yet robust form under his fingers.

He opens his mouth to speak again – but at the sound of his intake of breath, Felix shushes him. “No.”

A chuckle rumbles through his diaphragm as he shifts his hold around his lover’s body. “Are you convinced of my viewpoint, then?”

Felix once again falls stubbornly silent, wiggling in Dimitri hold. Dimitri gives a small sigh, moving his hands lower, cupping his husband’s buttocks. Felix lets out a tiny whine, triggering an intense feeling of want through Dimitri. Still, he waits for Felix to answer his question. “…Well?”

“Mm..”

Dimitri peeks down at him, and Felix is peering back up at him through small openings in the curtain of his hair, his face, neck, and chest getting redder by the minute.

Finally he answers, voice small but indignant. “Fine.”

Dimitri grins, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “Thank you, Felix.”

As a reward, he slides his hands upward, along Felix’s sensitive sides, but Felix stops his hands with his own. Sighing, Felix sticks himself close to him, pressing his lower half to Dimitri’s thigh, letting know of the hardening need there. “Okay, enough,” he grumbles. He presses his forehead closer to the valley of Dimitri’s chest. “Stop talking – I want you in me. Now.”

It’s not as if Dimitri doesn’t want to. “Are you sure? We do have an early meeting tomorrow.”

Felix growls into Dimitri’s neck. “Since when has that ever stopped you?”

Dimitri can’t help but laugh – he’s right. At his husband’s request, he slips his hands downward, hands skimming over the curve Felix’s ass before dipping down between his cheeks, which are still the tiniest bit slick from their earlier activities. “As you desire.”

+++

Through the hustle and bustle and mundanity of the everyday, the specifics of their conversation settle to the background of Dimitri’s mind in the coming days, and he doesn’t get to think about it much at all in later weeks. He does notice, however, that Felix has started to mix in a few lower-cut tunics along with his usual high-collared shirts. Today he enters Dimitri’s quarters in the late afternoon, sporting a side-tie tunic made of deep cobalt silk paired with white pants and boots with matching deep-blue laces. The collar of the tunic does not reveal more than his clavicles, but the view of his unmarked neck makes Dimitri suddenly parched.

“Done for the day?” Dimitri says, returning his gaze to Felix’s face. He’s rotated on his chair, quill still in his hand as he reviews some new documents requiring his signature.

Felix’s eyes shift to the side. “…Yeah, surprisingly.”

Dimitri smiles. Setting his quill down, he turns to fully face Felix. “May I embrace you?”

Felix says nothing, but advances, bending down so Dimitri can take him into his arms.Dimitri takes a deep breath in, inhaling the familiar scent of Felix’s soap. He stays like that for a while until Felix makes an impatient tut. At that, Dimitri chuckles, planting a kiss on his forehead before letting him go.

He pulls a chair out beside him. “I’ll be done, soon. Why don’t you sit down for the moment? I could even have someone fetch us some tea.”

Felix shakes his head, and Dimitri notices his hands in fists atop his lap. “No need. Here,” Felix reaches across him for a spare quill. “Let me help you read these. It’s inefficient to do all of this on your own.”

Dimitri’s gaze softens, and while Felix’s attention seems to be on the paperwork in front of him, he apparently senses Dimitri’s gaze because he blushes. “Thank you, Felix.”

For a few moments, they work in silence, waning sun soaking the room in pink-orange. They would need to get the candles out soon.

Somehow, it’s always easier to focus on work when Felix and he are in the council chambers, surrounded by other people; however, at the end of a Friday afternoon, Dimitri finds his motivation to work waver as he finds his eye drifting to Felix’s exposed, pale neck, framed beautifully by dark locks and shirt. The smooth bumps of his collar bone make a statement against his throat as well as Felix braces himself over the desk, reading stubbornly onward. He takes note of the ribbon in Felix’s hair as well. It’s beautiful – color matching the blues in the rest of his outfit, trimmed with a subtle white lace that one could only see upon close inspection.

“You look lovely, today.” Dimitri says, words slipping out without a second thought. He reaches over to him, examining the hair ribbon before moving to comb through his long ponytail.

Felix jerks in his seat, hunkering down more over the text, but not quite moving away from Dimitri’s touch. “Shut up, you always say that.” Dimitri waits for him to elaborate, but surprisingly no more words are forthcoming. Curious.

Dimitri pretends to return to his work, but continues to watch his husband from the edge of his vision. Indeed, Felix is acting a little odd today – he often reads the words under his breath or mutters his insights (or insults) as he works though his documents, but today, his lips are sealed as he flips through page after page. If Dimitri didn’t know better, he’d say that Felix is distracted.

Once again, he turns in his seat to face Felix, who continues to pore over his page. “Felix.” Dimitri clears his throat. “Is there something wrong?”

At the words, Felix’s posture stiffens, but he doesn’t cease in his writing as he replies. “No.”

Dimitri frowns, now concerned. “It’s just that you seem quieter than usual. And tense.”

Felix sighs, brushing his bangs from his eyes, but still not turning to face Dimitri. “I’m fine.”

“Did something happen today?” Dimitri presses, now leaning forward in his seat, looking for more clues in Felix’s body language. All he sees though is Felix’s impeccable outfit. “You know that you can be honest to me about your troubles.”

Beside him, his pen does not still, but Dimitri notices that Felix fidgets slightly. With a flourish, he dabs a period onto his final sentence, finally facing Dimitri after. “Nothing happened.”

Dimitri raises an eyebrow. “Do you swear it?”

Felix huffs, pink coloring his bare neck and creeping up to his ears and cheeks. Dimitri watches as his amber eyes flick away from his face again, only to return to his nose, then lower, then back up again.

Huh.

Dimitri blinks at him, and Felix stares back.

“No point in stirring up a fuss,” Felix says, finally. “I told you; I’m fine.”

Dimitri blinks at him. “Hm. If you say so.”

With that, Felix presumably returns to work, but his behavior doesn’t relax in the slightest. He still seems distracted, and the blush doesn’t recede from his cheeks. Warmth begins to prick beneath Dimitri’s skin as well, and it isn’t the outside heat diffusing through the glass. Felix truly is handsome in profile.

Felix sighs and looks up at last. “You’re staring.”

Dimitri offers him a little grin. “How could I not?” He gestures to his person, from the glossy hair on his head down to the toes of his heeled, thigh high boots. “The blue suits you.”

Felix scowls, but he seems more flustered than anything. “Whatever. You’re always saying stuff like that.” Hastily, he looks away.

“Only because it’s true.”

At that, Felix sighs again, lightly pursing his lips. The diffusion of day’s fading light makes his skin soft. Despite the gentle lighting smoothing his edges, though, there is still that nervousness crammed into Felix’s frame – nothing aggressive, but somehow buzzing, lying low in the background.

However, Dimitri thinks he might know the cure.

Slowly, he caps the inkwell and rises to his feet. An arms breadth away, Felix hardly notices, chin propped on his hand as he stares out the window, over the courtyard painted orange in the sunset.

“Felix.”

At the sounds of his name, Felix starts, turning up towards Dimitri with his eyes blown wide. Before he can rearrange his expression back to something neutral, however, Dimitri leans over and presses their lips together, gentle and soft.

Felix makes a shocked mmf sound, but melts into the kiss all the same, even getting on his feet to makes things easier to Dimitri, bringing them closer together. When they break apart for air, Dimitri uses his other hand to guide Felix down by the waist, and soon enough he finds that he’s back in his seat with Felix sitting over his lap, long legs draped to either side of them.

“What are you doing?” Felix murmurs, after a breathless moment. He puts his weight forward, allowing himself to lie on top of Dimitri’s front.

“Helping you relax, or so I hope,” Dimitri replies, pecking Felix’s cheek. “In any case, work is finished, and I want to know what’s bothering you.”

Above him, Dimitri feels Felix stiffen.“Not yet.”

Dimitri has something he wants to say to that, but then Felix leans forward, pressing the heat of their bodies closer together. “Kiss me.”

And who is Dimitri to deny himself when Felix asks so nicely?

So he leans forward to take his lips again, deeper and more fervent with each repetition. It has been too long since they’ve last gotten to take their pleasure like this. Dimitri lets his tongue glide at the seam of Felix’s lips, and Felix lets his mouth part, welcoming him inside. Grateful, Dimitri takes the opportunity to suck and nip at Felix’s bottom lip, drawing out a quiet moan.

The next time they break apart, their breathing is ragged, and their chests heave asynchronously for air. Felix sits, weight heavy but welcome on his legs, over him, lips shiny, swollen, and red against his pale skin. His shirt is falling open, loose and messy at the collar, exposing more of the gorgeous column of his neck. Ignoring the instant tightening in his pants at the sight of him, Dimitri once again brings his lips to Felix’s skin, but this time to mouth at his earlobe, then lower – past the delicate hollow of his throat, all the way down to the junction at his shoulder. He’s rewarded by Felix clamping his legs even tighter around his waist, bringing them as close as their clothing will allow.

Eager for more leverage, Dimitri reaches up to grab Felix’s shoulder, and freezes. Under his finger, he feels a stiff, yet thin piece of cloth. He tugs at it with a finger – it seems to be elastic. Confused, he takes a look, and around his index finger is a smooth, thin strap trimmed with white lace.

When Dimitri makes this discovery, Felix stills. “Ah.”

Wordless, Dimitri leans back to take Felix in in full. Indeed, a delicate white strap sits on Felix’s shoulder, the rest of it – and what it’s connected to – disappearing under the neckline of Felix’s open tunic.

Felix’s eyes are on the floor. “Um. I meant to save this for later, but I…” his mouth stills, unsure of what to say.

Dimitri swallows as his mind races with the implication, the possibility, of what Felix could be wearing underneath. “Felix,” he says, in wonder, floating a lightly trembling hand over the top of the strap, then up his neck to cup his cheek. His face is warm. “Is this…?”

Felix pulls back and tries to cross his arms, despite the lack of space between them. “Yes, it’s... lingerie. Don’t ask.”

“But –” Dimitri cuts himself off, looking Felix up and down once more in awe.

Soon enough, though, the lack of words from Dimitri puts Felix on edge. “I don’t know if you remember, but there was a night a few weeks ago when you were talking about how you liked – “ he gestures vaguely to his upper body. “ So I thought… I thought you might enjoy this. Maybe.”

Felix waves his hand again, self-dismissive, but Dimitri catches him by the wrist. The very thought of Felix, going out of his way to buy this, to put it on, thinking of him, is enough to get him hot under the collar. He is sure that he will looks stunning in the lingerie.

Dimitri reels his lover in by the waist and rests his head against his neck, peering down the gap between this shirt and his skin in a fruitless attempt to see the rest. “I love it,” Dimitri says, full of sincerity.

Felix only scoffs, but at last, his shoulders ease. “Idiot, you haven’t even seen it yet.”

“Not for a lack of trying.” Dimitri replies wistfully. He inhales in and lets his hands tighten in the loose fabric of Felix’s clothing. “May I?”

A pause as Felix considers this. His fingers twitch and he bites at his lower lip thoughtfully – he had probably planned on revealing it himself. “Fine,” he relents. “But go slowly.”

Dimitri nips his earlobe appreciatively. “Thank you.”

Felix grumbles, hair swishing from side to side as he turns his head away. “Let’s get this over with,” his edged tone contrasts with the surprising gentleness with which he guides Dimitri’s hand to the sash of his tunic with his own.

His hand contacts smooth, soft satin, knot loosened so much that with a single pull, Felix’s tunic falls all the way open like wrapping paper around a gift – and what a gift indeed! Dimitri’s gaze rakes up Felix’s torso, hungry, drinking in every inch of lace and skin revealed as the cloth slides off to the sides. Carefully, he tugs his sleeves down so that the tunic drapes in the back, pooling at Felix’s elbows. He feels Felix’s legs tense as he becomes more exposed, hinting at his nervousness, so Dimitri squeezes his hand reassuringly.

Even half-clothed in his lap, he’s gorgeous, framed by the orange backlight of the study. His shoulders are bare, as are his lovely, muscular arms and defined, powerful core. Over his chest and a bit below, is a white lace thing, opaque enough so that the embroidered flowers stand out, but translucent enough so that his nipples are still visible through the fabric. At the center and at the bottom of the straps are tiny, blue bows. Encircling his waist are two decorative straps that criss-cross right above his belly button, secured with a tiny silver belt. The circumference of the loops highlight the litheness of his figure, reminding Dimitri of the fact that his fingers nearly touch when encircled around Felix’s waist. Even without showing the whole ensemble, the bra together with his white pants and thigh-high boots is absolutely breathtaking.

Felix licks his lips. “…Well?”

Dimitri imagines what lies below his trousers: matching lace panties with similar sapphire accents, showing off the shapeliness of his legs, gently caressing his dick, which is soft and relaxed, its weight straining just slightly against the thin fabric. The very thought makes his skin go hot and his blood rush southward. Sliding a hand up Felix’s back, Dimitri feels the tension of the elastic stretching across his body and savors the texture of the cloth against his skin. Felix gasps softly, leaning into his touch, encouraging it.

“Perfect,” he breathes. He holds him tight, wishing that his clothes were off so he could feel the lace on his own skin, but the need to touch Felix is much more urgent. Now that he’s relaxed, his body becomes more pliant in Dimitri’s grasp, even more willing and responsive to touch. Small whines leave his body as he grinds slowly against Dimitri’s clothed crotch, slowly but surely increasing the fervor between them.

Felix is smiling now and his eyes dark are when he looks at him – a sight that never fails to send Dimitri’s heart aflutter.

Without thinking, Dimitri picks him up, ignoring the crunch of crushed paperwork, and crowds him over the desk so that his entire body is laid out on the table, on display for Dimitri’s eyes alone. His hair spills over the parchment, and as his chest rises and falls, so does the lace adorning it. His legs prop him up below, but like Dimitri, his cock is straining against his laces, which fills Dimitri with a smug satisfaction.

Taking Felix’s hand in his, he arches over Felix’s body to reach his neck, licking, then biting down with just enough force to slightly sting. Even the light bite enough to make Felix moan. He squirms, gasping his pleasure. His free hand reaches out to grab Dimitri when –

Crash!

An inkwell lies smashed on the floor. Both of them pause to look at it at its shattered remains and at the liquid now running between the tiles.

“…Bed?” Dimitri proposes after a moment.

“Yeah.”

It would be humiliating if someone were to see them, but in the privacy of Dimitri’s study, there is no shame when the two of them practically run to the room next door. Dimitri practically tosses Felix onto their four poster, eliciting an offended yelp from the man, but it doesn’t last long as he smashes their lips back together and they revel in each other’s touch.

Now that Dimitri finally has Felix properly under him, he unlaces and removes Felix’s pants, only bothering to fold them hastily before setting them aside. He eagerly pulls off Felix’s boots as well. He quickly rids himself of his clothing as well, save his smallclothes, joining Felix on the bed and admiring his body, laid bare at last.

In its entirety, the lingerie is even more enticing than Dimitri could have dared imagine. Beneath the boots are garters, holding up a pair of translucent stockings trimmed with ribbon. The garter belts themselves are also constructed with delicate cloth, but the pinch of the elastic leaves almost imperceptible dips when it presses against the soft tissue of his thighs and the tiniest gaps over the ridges of hard muscle, but the detail drives Dimitri wild with the urge to press his tongue there. The lines of the garters lead his eye up to the delicate, embroidered panties. They cup the round of Felix’s ass perfectly, showcasing the suppleness of his cheeks. His cock, now flushed half-hard, strains against the insubstantial fabric, wetting the thin threads with beads of precome.

Inside, Dimitri feels something snap.

He growls. Taking advantage of his superior height, strength, and body weight, Dimitri pins his lover completely to the mattress as he ravishes him. He leaves bruises up and down his neck, down the center of his chest. His hands are everywhere – fondling and groping the tender parts of his inner thighs, pressing against the hard muscle of his arms and legs, rubbing the thin fabric across Felix’s warming, sensitive skin. In his fervor, Dimitri’s finger gets caught in the elastic. Hastily, he pulls his hand back, causing it to snap Felix’s skin, and at that he moans.

“Do you like that?” Dimitri says, voice low. He tries to glare at Dimitri, but with his eyes glazed over with wetness and lust, it’s more of a turn-on than a threat. So he does it again, this time on purpose, pulling the strap around his upper thigh back further, and releasing it. Felix struggles under him, his back arched, mouth open, and panting. His wordless reaction is answer enough.

Dimitri pins Felix’s entire torso down with one hand, his strength rendering Felix powerless to resist, tugging on the elastic straps with the other. The snap of it against his skin leaves light pink marks all over him, though they fade again seconds after. So Dimitri does it again, and again, leaving Felix gasping and silently begging for more each time. He pulls the thin bands with his finger until suddenly – a tearing sound.

Paying it no mind, Dimitri releases the leg garter. Beneath him, Felix whines, chafing his thighs together since it’s all he can do with Dimitri forbidding him to touch himself while denying him the friction of his body. “Dimitri.”

His eyes are on the shredded stocking, a gaping hole now revealing a tantalizing portion of Felix’s calves. It’s too good to resist, he thinks wildly, before he brings his mouth downwards, licking a stripe up the newly-exposed skin.

“Dimitri,” Felix repeats, breathy and frustrated. He wiggles his hips, and his taut cock leaves a shining, wet mark against his stomach with the movement, a silent plea for relief.

Dimitri knows that Felix wants to be touched, yet with him dressed up like this, willing to make something special of their time together, it would be a shame to rush.

So he grips his thigh, rubbing soothing circles on the inside, where he can feel Felix quivering from pent-up tension. “Not yet, love.”

Felix groans again. His foot twitches and he tries to pull Dimitri in by the shoulders, but Dimitri refuses to move. “Come on.”

Dimitri blinks at him, then grins with unusual mischief. Felix’s eyes widen, and then Dimitri takes the shredded nylon between his teeth and pulls, ripping the stocking all the way up to the top. Path now unobstructed, Dimitri is able to slide his tongue from calf to inner thigh, savoring the feeling of his skin pressed against his tongue, the scrape of it against his teeth when he chooses to nip.

“That’s not what I meant, you beast.” Above him, Felix is completely-red-faced, mouth hanging open in bewilderment, but he can’t tear his eyes away. He mouths a few more complaints, but Dimitri isn’t fooled by the way his dick responded to him as he watched Dimitri use his canines to rip the thin material to shreds. “Look at this.”

Dimitri hums, letting his voice vibrate against Felix’s skin. “I’m looking.”

Felix hisses, toes curling as Dimitri makes his way upward as slowly. Dimitri goes as slowly as he himself can stand, which is always slower than what Felix can take, regardless of the situation.

By the time Dimitri’s nose brushes Felix’s cock, he’s a shaking mess, whimpering at the softest contact. His cock peeks out now above the thin waistband of his underwear, red and leaking. Dimitri wets his lips and brings a hand down on himself to tentatively squeeze to take some of the edge off. To his surprise, he’s also quite a mess – but he had been so immersed in Felix’s reactions that he had barely noticed.

“Is this what you want, love?” he says, warm breath teasing Felix’s head.

Felix looks like he could kick him. “What do you think?” Dimitri continues only to look intently up at him without budging.

“I think,” Dimitri touches his tongue to Felix’s tip, lapping off a bead of clear fluid from his slit, and Felix’s body with relief. “That I have more work to do.”

“What?!” Felix snaps. His upper body jackknifes off the bed, but Dimitri moves himself up, easily pushing him back down again. “Dimitri – get off,” he says, his voice very nearly a whine, but Dimitri only smiles.

He kisses him, rough with his tongue and teeth, but Felix moves away, trying instead to lift himself to Dimitri’s thigh. “Dim–, please, I need it.”

The sound of his childhood nickname tugs at his heartstrings, and for a moment, he feels overcome with the want to hold Felix tightly and to never let go, but he has other plans.

“Since you brought up that night, I’ve been thinking.” Dimitri guides a hand down, and rubs gently at one of Felix’s dark areolas through the thin cloth. Felix’s breath shakes at the touch, every part of his body practically pleading for more stimulation.

“Dimitri…”

“If I could bring you off, like this –” Dimitri rubs another circle around the outline of his nipple, and this time, Felix bites his lip, minimizing the sound. “—just by touching your chest.”

Felix lifts his chin up, and his bangs, now damp, slide with the tilt of his head. “You won’t be able to,” he says, defiant.“You can’t make me.”

Alas, in their union, Felix is not the only one here who likes to compete. “We’ll simply have to see.” That’s the last warning Felix gets before he moves back down, nipping at a stiff nub on this chest, taking it gentling between his teeth and sucking hard through the cloth. The lace chafes slightly on his inner lip, but he doesn’t mind at all, especially when Felix keens and swears.

He repeats Dimitri’s name, which only eggs Dimitri onwards. Getting both hands on deck, he plays with Felix’s chest, rubbing up and down, in circles, slow, then fast. Sometimes his fingers are still, other times, they message, adjusting his motions based on the intensity of Felix’s response. His mouth works, too, alternatively biting, sucking, and licking, letting marks of red and purple bloom across his pale skin. Between his fingers, he feels the lace tangle and snag, but at the moment, he cannot bring himself to care.

Felix moans, his sounds getting louder and more desperate with each contact. “Dimitri, fuck, I –”

Dimitri looks up, blue eye wide and innocent, but he does not cease his gestures for a second. “Feeling good?”

Felix groans, then whimpers as Dimitri’s hand work him. His lower body kicks and thrashes, bucking wantonly upward, frustratingly and agonizingly at nothing. “You – ah!” His words dissolve into another breathy sigh and a curse as Dimitri devilishly tweaks one of his peaks.

Dimitri smiles to himself and resumes his work, now picking up the pace, pushing aside the lace as he massages and fondles him. His own cock aches, Felix’s every motion and sound causing him to throb, bringing him closer to the temptation of wanting to properly fuck him, but he holds off, only allowing himself to rut against the bed.

Intently, he watches Felix’s face. His eyes are screwed shut, concentrating on trying to keep quiet, but failing every time to keep any sound contained. A small line of drool trails from the corner of his mouth, and beads of moisture gather at the corners of his eyes as he practically vibrates from the effort of trying not to come.

“You’re so good for me,” Dimitri murmurs. Felix whimpers, then once again, bites his lip, which is now red and swollen. If he keeps doing that, it might bleed. He murmurs something under his breath.

“What was that?”

At that, Felix cracks an eye open to glower at him, but what comes out is far from malicious or annoyed. “I need – “ he’s cut off by another groan as Dimitri pinches him again, his nipples now overwhelmingly sensitive from all the touch and attention. “Ah…”

Dimitri leans closer until he can feel the heat of Felix’s breath in his ear. “I couldn’t quite catch what you last said, Felix.”

Felix makes another aborted frustrated noise. “Dimitri, I – “ He chafes his thighs and untouched cock again, squirming and dripping so enticingly that Dimitri has to hold back a groan. “I want you.”

Dimitri laughs airily. “I’m already yours, love.”

“No, but” Felix’s breath shakes. “Yes, but I want you in me.”

Dimitri knows this – Felix’s body language has made it painfully obvious, but nonetheless, hearing Felix say it like that, tone colored with unbridled desperation. Dimitri’s mouth runs absolutely dry, and oh, how can he resist now?

“Alright Felix, you win.” With that, he reaches hastily into the nightstand drawer beside the bed. His fingers easily find the familiar bottle of oil.

Felix eyes it with hunger and Dimitri kisses him on the side of the jaw. He tries to warm the contents in his hand, but Felix understandably has run out of patience. “It’s fine if it’s cold. I can take it.”

Dimitri observes him, skin heated, chest red and skin littered with bite marks, and is suddenly hit with an epiphany.

He ceases to roll the bottle in his palm. Instead, he pulls one side of the bra down, and with intent, presses the cool glass to one of Felix’s sensitive nubs.

It works – and Felix hips jerk upward even as he lets out a surprised hiss at the sudden change in temperature. Dimitri does it again, the other side this time, and Felix groans. “Dimitri, you…!” He catches himself. “If you don’t hurry– “

He can only chuckle at that. “Okay, Felix. I apologize for the wait.”

He uncorks the bottle, lathering the oil between his fingers. One hand continues to play with his chest, but ever so slowly, he glides another hand down Felix’s front. Sensing the change in Dimitri’s movements, Felix’s breath catches, and he eagerly presses up against his touch. He pulls the panties down to Felix’s ankles before proceeding lower, pressing, teasing, and finally, finally reaches down to cup Felix’s dripping cock.

Felix's entire body shudders at the touch. “Yes,” he gasps out. Unable to deny him longer, Dimitri grips him there, pumping, stroking. Felix’s entire body shifts, arching into his hand, trembling and shaking with need. “Goddess, yes. Please, touch me there. Ah…”

He splays his legs wider, even more lewdly, urging Dimitri onwards as he moves his hand further down, past his cock to reach behind him. At long last, he dips his oiled hand between his cheeks, under the stretched out lace, fingers brushing against his husband’s sensitive rim.

Felix nearly sobs. “Yes. Come on.”

“Alright. I have you.” Dimitri covers his lips with a sloppy kiss. “Relax for me?” Felix tries to comply and then Dimitri finally, painstakingly, sinks a single finger inside.

Felix moans into his mouth, deepening the kiss. His hands wind into Dimitri’s hair, bringing him closer, closer. His mouth works with barely any finesse, as if he wants to consume Dimitri whole. Dimitri pumps his finger in further, feeling how Felix tight he is around even just the one finger.

He crooks his finger, pressing against his inner walls, causing Felix to gasp and break from the kiss, breath ragged. “Hurry, more, or I…” HIs hands curl, clinging to Dimitri so hard that it’s painful.

Dimitri presses his finger in down to the last knuckle. With Felix so tight, so tense around him, he almost hesitates to add another. “I don’t wish to hurt you.”

“You won’t. I can take it. Please.”

So Dimitri obliges. He murmurs a final warning before he slips his middle finger in, and at that, Felix absolutely cries out. As Dimitri resumes moving his fingers in and out, Felix whines, his hands scrambling, tight as a vice. He is no longer coherent, voice so breathy that he’s no longer able to even properly curse, letting out a string of “ah, ah, ah’s” with every one of Dimitri’s thrusts.

Tears streak his face now as he says, voice breaking, “Dimitri… fuck. I don’t think – “

He cries out and comes, hot seed splattering across his stomach, his chest, landing on the now ruined and crumpled lace across his body. Dimitri pumps him relentlessly throughout his climax, feeling how he clenches and unclenches around his fingers as pleasure overtakes him in waves.

At last, Felix’s body falls slack, breath still trembling as he lets himself settle against the pillows. Dimitri swallows, still uncomfortably hard in his smalls, and crawls over next to him, letting Felix’s arms envelope him.

“I suppose you won that one,” Dimitri offers.

“Mm…” Felix says. “But you didn’t come.”

“It’s quite alright – I am close. It won’t be long.” His smalls are stained through with precome, creating an unseemly dark patch at the front. Dimitri reaches down to free himself, when Felix slaps his hand away.

“Let me,” he says. He sidles up next to Dimitri, resting his head on his shoulder and guides his hand down. The very feeling of Felix’s fingers, slender and strong, around him is enough to make Dimitri moan.

“Ah, Felix,” he sighs. He loves the sound of his husband’s name. Two syllables, yet they roll off the tongue, succinctly embodying the man that he loves with his entire heart and soul. He loves that Felix doesn’t cut him off now, allows him to express his adoration for him every time he says his name.

“Felix, I’m already so close.”

In response, Felix speeds up his hand. Dimitri fists the sheets, and before long, he reaches his own peak with a soft cry, spilling over Felix’s hand, spend dripping over Felix’s fingers, all the way down his wrist. At long last, Dimitri feels satisfied, and he pulls Felix into a final kiss, chaste and soft. “We should clean up now,” he says, after a while.

“…Yeah.” Felix rummages in their nightstand drawer again, this time pulling out the spare towels they keep there for that purpose. They take their time to wipe off the sweat and seed from each other’s skin, and once clean, Dimitri runs his fingers through Felix’s hair, straightening out any knots that might have formed there. If Felix were a cat, he would purr with how he simply melts under Dimitri’s touch.

“Felix? Beloved.”

“…what?”

Dimitri smiles at Felix, who has made himself comfortable, ruined lace and all, between his shoulders, head resting against his chest. “Thank you.”

“As long as you enjoyed it, I suppose. Not that we’ll be able to use this again.” And he’s right – in their frenzy, not only had the stockings torn, the elastic had been stretched out, and when Dimitri had hooked his fingers under the garments, he had inevitably punched holes through the gaps in the lace.

“Hmm,” Dimitri contemplates. “I’ll simply commission something new for you next time.” He doesn’t quite have the vision that Felix does when it comes to fashion, but already, he thinks he’d like to see something completely in royal colors, perhaps with more straps.

Felix pinches him lightly in the shoulder. “Enough. Let’s eat – I’m starving.”

“Of course,” Dimitri says. “Let’s get dressed, and I will call the maid down so we can have supper.”

Felix nods in agreement, sliding off the bed at last. “Let’s go.” He stretches his arms. “I hope they are serving beast meat today.”