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Your Highness...

[Is that really so wise? Dedue wants to agree with him. Let himself be whisked away to the idea that they could do as they please, despite what the eyes of others would see or scathing words muttered to each other.

He raises Dimitri's hand. It's risking so much.]

I would desire nothing else than to give you what you ask. I only request you think on what it is you truly want.

I know that I could never refuse you. You are my world... Dimitri.

[Lightly, he presses his lips to Dimitri's fingers. He feels like if he did more, he might very well ruin everything.]

[ Oh.

The press of lips oh-so-gently against his fingers make his cheeks color. He glances at Dedue, down at his hand, and then up again. ]

Then... don't refuse me.

[ He murmurs that. His heart aches for a moment - how can he ask this of Dedue? Is he being selfish? He leans in slightly to touch his forehead to Dedue's; he hovers for a moment, trying to find a way to express his feelings. ]

Even if it's only for us.

[A breath slowly escapes Dedue, as if he is relieved that his affection was not too bold for either of them. He lets Dimitri rest his forehead against his own, his own eyes closing for a moment.]

Then I will not.

[His other hand hesitantly rises up, his fingers touching the side of Dimitri's face, rough calluses being cautious with much softer skin.]

[ This is daring. Maybe too daring. But Dimitri hasn't allowed himself anything these last few years. Maybe the ghosts can be quiet for a little longer. ]

This isn't - it isn't because you feel indebted, is it?

[ There's a note of fear in his voice. Like this is all because of some debt. But he can't believe that. Doesn't want to. ]

I serve you out of no debt. Everything I give, you have earned more than a hundred times over.

[He swallows, and adds softly:] Including my heart. That has always been yours. This, I promise.

Then... I'll give you mine.

[ He laughs - relieved and amused all at once. ]

That's fair, isn't it?

[ He squeezes Dedue's hand and then, after another moment of hesitation, he leans in to try and kiss him. Now or never, right? ]

I will do everything I can to take care of it.

[It's more than he could have ever asked for. Dedue helps close the gap, not quite initiating but inviting for as much as Dimitri desires of him. His hand finally properly cups the side of Dimitri's face, absolutely loving him.]

[ There's a low, exhaled breath. A little hah of surprise. He leans into the kiss, slow and exploratory and still not quite sure about what he's doing, just knowing that he wants this. That he wants Dedue. ]

[Perhaps it's a bit clumsy, admittedly. However, for all of its inelegance, he can't stop thinking of how warm it is. This was something he never accounted for, that perhaps Dimitri wanted also.

He truly cannot remember feeling so calm and yet joyful at the same time.

It seems too cruel to pull away, but he does gently break the kiss.]

It will be difficult to not ask for too much of that.

I... I know what you mean.

[ He laughs. ] I'm feeling much the same way. I'd love to have more of it.

You need only tell me, and I will be glad to provide.

[There's some momentary hesitation before he delicately tucks some of his prince's hair behind an ear. He feels greedy, stealing this moment away, even if it is evidently something they both had yearned for sometime now. How careful Dedue needs to be to care for and protect this between them.]

I would... truly give you anything.

I... I know. That's why I wasn't sure - I wouldn't want you to do something because you felt indebted. But - but if this is how you truly feel...

[ He breathes out and he leans in a little. There's just the two of them in the darkness of the library and a part of him feels guilty for it. He reaches up to card fingers through Dedue's hair, letting the texture brush against his fingertips. ]

[He's unable to help himself but lean into the touch, smiling faintly.]

It is. Nothing could change that.

[Even if there ever came a day in which Dimitri has changed his mind, Dedue could not see his own heart changing. It is Dimitri's to do as he wishes with.]

I know you will be concerned, but I will remind you as often as you need: I am yours, because it is what I wish. No other reason.

Then...

[ Dimitri pauses and then speaks up again, sounding determined. ]

Then I am yours, as well. That is what I want.

[There's a childish part of him that thinks that this could be a dream, one that he would like to not end. But it is real as the prince before him, and Dedue can't help but desperately squeeze Dimitri's hand.]

May I kiss you again?

[He would beg, if asked to. Gladly he would beg.]

Yes. As many times as you like.

[ His response is a low laugh that carries through the quiet of the dim and darkened library and then he leans in to take that second kiss. He allowsi t to lnger, long and slow and electric. ]

[The kiss is given, even as Dedue tries to not appear too eager he can't change what's in his heart. Anxiously, he meets Dimitri's lips again, a bit more confidence than before. Both his hands come up, tenderly cupping Dimitri's face, trying so hard to express all that he feels right in this moment. How much he treasures and loves his prince.

His loyalty is not given out of debt. It's given because as far as he's concerned, everything he has to offer has long since been earned.]

[ Dimitri presses back, a bit clumsy but just as eager. His heart is soaring, beating rapidly against his rib cage as he tries to catch his breath. It's nearly impossible, though. There's too much going on - he feels too much. The press of lips, the slickness of it, the warmth, the heat. He leans up, leans in, and one of his hands filters into Dedue's hair as he forgets himself. The legs of his chair scrape against the floor as he tries to get closer. ]

[The screech of the chair abruptly makes Dedue feel bold. With a huff through his nose, he nudges Dimitri to step back, back until he can insist he sit on one of the desks. It doesn't quite even out the height difference, but they're able to meet better this way. Thumbs stroke down Dimitri's cheeks, adoring him. He doesn't want to stop, but he is still just a mortal man.

He breaks only for breath, but he still drags his lips to kiss at the side of Dimitri's mouth, shuddering against him. They're both indeed still stumbling into this, but it's still perfect. At least in Dedue's eyes.]

[ Dimitri makes a soft little "oh" sound when he settles onto the desk and then he laughs, eyes fluttering half-open as he regards Dedue with a fondness the defies description. His legs part and he tugs him closer, pressing kisses against the corner's of his mouth and then his chin. Now that the floodgates are open, he finds himself unable to stop. But is that really such a bad thing? ]

Dedue...

[ He murmurs his name with a sort of reverence. ]

[There's still that small voice inside, telling him that he's taking too much, how inappropriate it is to receive such sweet affections from his prince. But he is spurred on by the lips pressing down his face, legs parting for him, Dedue's breath coming out sharper.

And he hears his name, spoken like it were divine.

Hands hesitantly travel down to Dimitri's hips and waist, resting until he gently squeezes. Dedue tips his head, catching Dimitri's lips, kissing him a bit more fiercely before trailing down to his neck.]

You're beautiful, Dimitri. [He breathes this against him, unable to resist.]

[ None of this is really appropriate. But here he is, kissing Dedue again and again, hands trying to find a grip on his clothing, desperately wanting more. More of his heat, of his scent, of the feel of his solidity under his hands. The squeeze against his waist and hip earns a little noise and then his head goes back, a hand dropping to brace himself against the desk. He's too caught up in this to think about stopping. ]

Dedue... Dedue, please-

[ He groans softly. ]

[The sound is brief and small, but it burns in the pit of Dedue's stomach, driving him. He shudders against Dimitri, wanting so much, but restraining himself.

Well. He had, until he heard the plea, the groan.]

Tell me what you wish for.

[And he would gladly provide.]

I wish - I wish for you.

[ He laughs, still breathless, lips kiss-bruised. ]

That sounds ridiculous. Like I'm out of a romance novel or something. But it's true.

[A gentle smile forms on Dedue's face, and he leans in to press a kiss to Dimitri's jawline.]

And you have me. Yet, what would you do with me now?

[In his way, it's a bit of teasing. Another kiss, over Dimitri's pulse, slow and careful.]

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