victory_road | September Catch All [closed]

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