[ 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. ]
[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.]
[ Dimitri feels like his heart might burst. He buries his face into the crook of Dedue's neck and wraps his arms around him in a tight squeeze. He's felt... lost for a long time. Constrained, as if he's been putting on a front for the rest of the world.
This feels different. ]
Then... for as long as our lives last.
[ Which is... perhaps overdramatic, but it's Dimitri. ]
[It's warm, bringing out a calm in Dedue that he so rarely feels. However, it's always associated with Dimitri, anyway. How rarely he could allow his defenses to come down around others.
He presses another kiss to Dimitri's forehead. It's a terribly romantic thing to say, but Dedue has no disagreement.]
I wish to be no where else. When I became your vassal, I saw only my future intertwined with you.
So it is no different now. I am yours, here and forevermore.
I know that you will do all that you can, when it is in your power to do so. For now, please continue to allow me to act as your sword and shield... but in addition, as well as what you ask of my heart.
[How strangely terrible it is to break away from the embrace, even if it's just so by a few inches. He touches Dimitri's cheek once again, quietly reveling in his prince's warmth and beauty before he leans in to give him another kiss. At least one more, when Dedue has so much more to give him.
[ Dimitri wants to give more. He wants there to be a future. He wants there to me more than furtive kisses in the library. But maybe for now that's all he needs. He returns the embrace and his lips part again as he tugs Dedue closer, legs tightening around his waist as he tries to get as close as he possibly can. ]
[Perhaps there will be a day in the future that they can spare more than stolen kisses. For now, truly, Dedue could not ask for more. This alone still makes it feel like he is being spoiled by Dimitri. With the legs around his waist, Dedue nuzzles against his neck, embracing his future king.]
Do not let me keep you for much longer.
[After all, it is late, and they are but human beings. Dimitri will need sleep.]
[ His cheeks flush. Is that an invitation? Or is he reading too much into it? He grasps at Dedue's hand as he slides off of the task, not willing to let him go just yet. ]
[For a moment, Dedue focuses on their hands holding one another, and he adjusts the grip so that their fingers are intertwined. Thankfully, being in the library, they aren't too far from Dimitri's room.
Gently, he squeezes Dimitri's hand, then guides the pair of them out.
The academy is quiet, the most sound coming from outside with patrolling knights. The inside, however, is silent save for themselves. Good, he'd hate to cause trouble for Dimitri. He guides him onward toward his room.]
[ Dimitri follows, trying not to hurry. Not to appear too eager. That wouldn't do, would it? But when he glances at Dedue's face in the lamplight he thinks he could die, right then and there. He's so... handsome. Beautiful. And Dimitri is privileged enough to see the smile that sometimes graces his features. So he cannot wait. Doesn't want to. When he reaches his room, he opens the door and tugs Dedue in after him, not wanting him to go anywhere - and once he's in, he leans up to press another kiss to his lips. Needy. Wanting. ]
[Truthfully, he wasn't going to assume that Dimitri would have him in his room, but he's quietly glad that's how it's become. He makes sure to push the door closed behind him before he's gently cupping Dimitri's cheek to pull him near, kissing him back.
He could never asked for more.]
Dimitri-- [Another eager, brief kiss.] Tell me what I can do for you.
[ He can't answer that. It seems impossible. There's too much. His head is whirling and he can't even begin to think clearly. He takes a step back, tugs on Dedue's jacket to urge him to follow. ]
I don't know. Just - let me touch you?
[ He's blushing again, redfaced and excited and out of sorts. ]
[Anything that Dimitri would ask for, he'd give gladly. If it was just holding him or more, Dedue would be happy for it. So, as always, he follows after his prince.]
Of course. [He presses his lips to Dimitri's temple.] However you want me. I am happy for it.
[ Dimitri sinks onto the edge of his bed, sitting and still holding Dedue's hands. He tugs him down so he can lean up to press another kiss against his lips. What does he want right now? Just to be close? Something more? Everything feels new and exciting and overwhelming. ]
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Dedue... Dedue, please-
[ He groans softly. ]
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Well. He had, until he heard the plea, the groan.]
Tell me what you wish for.
[And he would gladly provide.]
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[ He laughs, still breathless, lips kiss-bruised. ]
That sounds ridiculous. Like I'm out of a romance novel or something. But it's true.
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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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[ Dimitri laughs. ]
Keep you, I suppose. If you'll let me.
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[A simpler brand of affection, Dedue carefully pulls Dimitri into an embrace. Lips find his temple, sweet and light.]
Keep me, for as long as you will have me. I am yours.
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This feels different. ]
Then... for as long as our lives last.
[ Which is... perhaps overdramatic, but it's Dimitri. ]
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He presses another kiss to Dimitri's forehead. It's a terribly romantic thing to say, but Dedue has no disagreement.]
I wish to be no where else. When I became your vassal, I saw only my future intertwined with you.
So it is no different now. I am yours, here and forevermore.
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[ When he's king... when he's king he can change things. ]
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For I will give it to you.
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[ He doesn't want to constrain his friend. But he's also a little selfish. ]
...and maybe grant me another kiss.
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[How strangely terrible it is to break away from the embrace, even if it's just so by a few inches. He touches Dimitri's cheek once again, quietly reveling in his prince's warmth and beauty before he leans in to give him another kiss. At least one more, when Dedue has so much more to give him.
There will be other times, he hopes. He yearns.]
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Do not let me keep you for much longer.
[After all, it is late, and they are but human beings. Dimitri will need sleep.]
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[ Dimitri admits with a sheepish laugh. ]
Maybe if we don't sleep, morning will stay very far away for a little while longer.
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[He would shower Dimitri with as much adoration as he asked for. However much affection Dedue could spare, he would give it so gladly.]
If nothing else, let me take you to your room. Unless you still have work to be done here, despite my distinct interruption.
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[ His cheeks flush. Is that an invitation? Or is he reading too much into it? He grasps at Dedue's hand as he slides off of the task, not willing to let him go just yet. ]
Come. Let's go.
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Gently, he squeezes Dimitri's hand, then guides the pair of them out.
The academy is quiet, the most sound coming from outside with patrolling knights. The inside, however, is silent save for themselves. Good, he'd hate to cause trouble for Dimitri. He guides him onward toward his room.]
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He could never asked for more.]
Dimitri-- [Another eager, brief kiss.] Tell me what I can do for you.
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[ He can't answer that. It seems impossible. There's too much. His head is whirling and he can't even begin to think clearly. He takes a step back, tugs on Dedue's jacket to urge him to follow. ]
I don't know. Just - let me touch you?
[ He's blushing again, redfaced and excited and out of sorts. ]
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Of course. [He presses his lips to Dimitri's temple.] However you want me. I am happy for it.
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[ He seems a little overwhelmed, but he's doing his best. ]
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[Dedue raises one of Dimitri's hands, giving the knuckles a tender kiss.]
Please take all the time you need.
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