victory_road | September Catch All [closed]

"Relieved that... you have enjoyed all of this." Dimitri tilts his head down slightly, smiling and a little bashful. "I want to truly show you a wonderful time, something that I thought you would like.... and you can be a difficult man to shop for at times!"

Besides, like. All the food. But Dimitri didn't want to be unoriginal here.

"Dimitri. Any time spent with you is enjoyable, but yes, you did very well in choosing things I like." He awards him with a very soft kiss on the cheek. "Thank you. It is quite unforgettable, if I'm being honest."

There's a pregnant pause, though. He considers before continuing.

"There is one thing though, that I think I'd very much enjoy to top the night off, though." Wink. Oh yes. He expects he'll have to explain beyond a wink because well... it's Dimitri after all. Bless him.

The way that Dimitri lights up when Byleth says it's unforgettable.... It should probably be embarrassing for anyone else. He seems wholly oblivious to the matter, however. "Then I could not be happier."

He could, perhaps, stand to be a little more quick on the uptake, however... Considering that Byleth's words just earn a blank blink. "Oh? What is it?" Dimitri suddenly frowns a little. "Oh - should I have gotten warm drinks instead? I know, I thought of it, and yet I worried it would not be a good match with the activity..."

He gives Dimitri a fond look, knowing full well he's going to have to elaborate. Pressing his palm to Dimitri's cheek and smiling at him warmly.

"No, I want to make love with you." In no uncertain terms, thankfully, Byleth is not someone to gloss over things too often. He knows and says exactly what he wants. "If you are not too tired or uncomfortable with the prospect of course. We could... do it here- or we could go home and light a nice fire to lay together in front of."

Despite the man's inexperience, Byleth has always found himself utterly desiring of the idea of it. Imperfection and all. He's had plenty of sex in his life, enough to have had good and bad experiences, and having those color his perception. This however, he finds, doesn't matter in the outcome. It's not about the pleasure, but simply the act.

Ooooooh, touch. Yes yes yes, good warm touch to his face, even if a little cold still from the wet. Doesn't matter. It's Byleth's hand and Dimitri leans into it -

Wait what did he say

Dimitri jolts when the words finally register in his mind, staring at him in shock. "Make - yes!" Whoops did he say that too fast. "But - but I was not prepared for that, I did not think to bring condoms." And also he still has no idea how vaginas work? The bussy is a mystery to him. Hold, just, hold on- "Also there is sand?"

Oh god there's sand

"Please - allow me to take you back home, so that I can properly treat you!"

Oh, that's cute. Well, it goes better than he expected at least! Dimitri's immediate knee-jerk is yes, which is a nice feeling. Byleth hushes him softly though, holding his chin.

"I'm sterile, we don't need to worry about protection. I'd prefer none, if it's okay with you- to your comfort level at least." A beat, "There is sand however, so yes, home is a fine place to be." He leans in and kisses him, to what he hopes will draw Dimitri's focus back from worrying.

"Treat me, huh? You know it isn't all about me, Dimitri. I'll take care of you, too."

Oh noooooooooooo. Dimitri practically goes limp there in Byleth's hand when he holds him by the chin, staring up with that wide blue eye of his. "But I was informed that condoms are very important...." For many things! Not just pregnancy. Although now that he's thinking about it, oh god, pregnancy is a threat-

Nevermind, Byleth is kissing him now.

Dimitri leans into it, and blinks a few times as though coming out from a dream when Byleth speaks up again. "I... I know. But I still want to be good for you..."

"They are, in cases of concern for pregnancy or disease. Though I can not have the former, and the latter I have proven to be free of as well. That said, if you are more comfortable using one, I do not mind at all." He gets to his feet and gestures to the water.

"I assure you, you need not try too hard, I'm easy to please. And I want you to simply enjoy it. I can see the worry in your eye. Shall we return home then so that we may be comfortable together?"

"It is exactly because you are easy to please that I desire to do well," Dimitri says stubbornly, taking Byleth's hand as he rises to his feet. Karimala is already waiting for them contentedly, ready for the return trip home. "Just because you are easy to please does not mean that I should be lax in my attempts to pleasure you, Byleth. If anything... It means that I should try all the harder."

He won't let Byleth have anything but Dimitri's best... and hopefully his best is enough.

As they settle in for the ride home, Byleth considers for a moment.

"If you truly wish to please me, then it is not technique that you need worry about, but rather-" He pauses, and for a moment it seems like he's looking for the word, but it becomes apparent that he actually is embarrassed, as the word comes out much softer than he intended.

"Romance." He halts again, feeling actually sheepish. "I have had lovers before, in Fodlan. And I have done and tried all kinds of things, but something I have not much been treated to in the physical regard is-- well. Yes. Most think the Ashen Demon might like his encounters rough and carnal. While I do enjoy that sometimes, I have always wondered what it would be like to be approached with decorum and softness. With passion and adoration. I admit I was quite bereft of all of it before coming here and beginning to explore honest to goodness partnerships."

He's said a lot though, a lot for Byleth anyways. So he settles against Dimitri and enjoys the ride home. He isn't fussed by much, but admitting that he might like to be swept off his feet like a blushing noble in a romance serial is... perhaps a bit harrowing, even for him.

Romance.

Romance.

He can do that!

Dimitri does not say such things out loud, however, or as jubilantly as the feels in his chest. Instead, he just presses close against Byleth's body, and wraps his arms around his lover. A kiss, there against the shell of his ear.

And then, when they arrive...

His hand press down on Byleth somewhat, encouraging him to stay where he is while Dimitri slips down off of Karimala's back. Settling down there in the shallows and the sand, he goes down to one knee, and looks up to where Byleth sits so beautifully. Delicately, carefully, he takes one foot in palm and presses his forehead to it.

"Then... May I the blessing of carrying you back home, my blessing?"

The little kiss at his ear is enough to raise goosebumps at his neck. It seems that Dimitri understands the assignment. When they do arrive- ah. Well. He clearly does. Byleth isn't sure why he's surprised at all but it's already suitably flustering to have him kneel like that.

"Of course." He answers, feeling his face heat a little. Of all things, this is really actually what does it for him. He's sure many might find it amusing, hilarious, ironic. Be that as it may, it is simply how he is. He takes care though, to make room for Dimitri to easily pick him up however he pleases.

Dimitri hardly finds any of this amusing at all. Certainly it is not the correct word. Rather, as his nose brushes along Byleth's knee, all he can think of is how he is fortunate that this... this, at least, is something he can truly give to his lover.

Even if it is very embarrassing that he is finishing up a birthday gift with making love, but that might actually be normal, he thinks?

More of his confidence can be found in the way that he takes Byleth into his arms, carrying him exactly as one would in all those rather raunchy bodice rippers that Byleth may be aware of - the tried and true bridal style. As Dimitri begins to cart him off, he presses his face against that damp hair which smells now of the sea.

"Being able to carry you like this, in these circumstances... I prefer them far more, Byleth."

Immediately, Byleth can feel the shift in how Dimitri handles himself. He's glad for it, even more so being carried like that, and feeling the man's face close. This is what he's wanted for so long. Perhaps since the young prince had asked him to join him in Faerghus, albeit unbeknownst to him. Overeager, sure... but it's that sincerity and the vibrant emotions Dimitri wears so easily that drew Byleth in to begin with. Opposites attract?

"I was asleep the first time, so I am glad to be awake and alert for this." Byleth muses as they move through the door. He tries to make himself small enough to be easy to handle. Though he's also busying himself with pressing a few kisses to Dimitri's neck and cheek. So much for making it easy.

Byleth can be a patient man when he wants to be, but right now he's hardly interested in waiting.

Honestly, now.... Dimitri huffs a little bit at the constant teasing, the flutter of those lips upon his skin. Alright, out of all the rooms that are in the house, which is the most soundproof...

"I would say you are far more than only alert, Professor."

"Sorry. Is it too much?" While he is quite happy for this, he does realize his excitement could actually be manifesting in a noticeable way. It seems more expressive emotions have been seeping into his day-to-day without him realizing.

He raises a hand to gently ruffle Dimitri's hair, stroking down it soothingly and scratching the base of his neck. There there.

Too much? What a peculiar question. Dimitri leans back into Byleth's touch, a low rumble of a hum going through him. "Byleth.... You could never be too much. Not in all my life could I see such a thing."

There - this will do, he thinks, and Dimitri opens a room leading down into the entertainment room. A good ways from any bedrooms for those still up at this time of night, and something easily guarded. Something with plenty of blankets and warmth.

Something where he can set Byleth down and lean forward to kiss him.

This does look like a perfectly cozy place to cuddle up for the night. Once Byleth is set down, he easily moves with Dimitri to return that kiss, hugging him close and allowing it to linger, become more intimate.

Their lips do finally part though, and he takes the opportunity to tuck a piece of that messy blonde hair behind Dimitri's ear, resting his palm against his cheek.

"Ah. You've gotten so big, sometimes I forget until you're right next to me. But still the same Dimitri, deep down." Even as a student, he was big. Bigger than Byleth for sure, but five years and so many trials had bulked him up so significantly it is something to marvel at from time to time. Fortunately being 'big' is kind of something Byleth is into, if his track record for boyfriends is any proof. Big and soft.

He leans in to kiss him again. It seems like ages ago now that he was so briefly a Professor, but the title stuck to him firmly.

Just a simple little touch, the way Byleth's palm cradles along his cheek where his fingertips still linger in his hair - it does so much for Dimitri, it truly does. He sighs, eyes slipping shut. If not for the energy thrumming excitedly deep inside his stomach, perhaps he could just drift off like this. Truly, there is nothing more comfortable.

Well. Considering what is before him, maybe almost nothing.

"I remain unsure if I should be displeased at that or not," Dimitri chuckles, leaning in to return that kiss, before his lips begin to trace the words down Byleth's jaw, along his neck. "I wanted very much to seem like a skilled adult in your eyes... I would like it if I could remind you of how big I have become."

Boop!

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should we take this to journals or fade to black lmao

Re: should we take this to journals or fade to black lmao