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Byleth wakes up to a mouth pressed to her throat and a hand working gently between her thighs, massaging tight little circles against where she’s already wet and aching. The fingers are big, calloused just enough that it feels wonderful when they brush over her clit, and the blanket of sleep covering her dissolves just enough for one name to come to mind.
“Dimitri,” Byleth mumbles through a mouthful of her pillow, shifting her hips back into the sensation with a sigh. A moment passes, and a hand comes to softly brush her hair from her face. Byleth leans into it instinctively, and her head presses gently against Dimitri’s broad shoulder.
“Good morning,” Dimitri murmurs back to her, his voice still rough with sleep. It sends a delightful little thrill through Byleth, and when Dimitri’s hand angles itself between her legs so that he can brush his thumb over her clit and his fingers through the wetness of her cunt, she spreads her thighs for him easily. “I wasn’t certain when you’d wake, but…”
Byleth hums, tilting her head to press her nose against Dimitri’s hair, soft and smelling faintly of the hair oil Byleth had gifted him recently. The shape of him pressed against her back feels good, warm and solid and lovely, and Byleth feels herself relaxing as Dimitri works her over with his fingers. “I don’t mind,” she manages after a moment. “I’ve told you this before. Waking up like this is always a treat.”
Dimitri laughs at that, just loud enough to have Byleth feeling the way it reverberates through her back. “Ah. I remembered, I assure you, but I still like to check,” he tells her, his thumb still stroking across her clit in steady motions. Byleth’s hips are already rocking into his touch, and she hums when Dimitri’s long, thick fingers press a little harder into where she’s wettest on the next sweep of his fingers across her cunt. “I suppose you were having good dreams, though?”
It takes a moment for the words to register - Byleth’s mind feels syrupy and slow, and thinking about anything other than the sensation of Dimitri as he surrounds her is a task like no other. Still, she manages to pull some fragments from the corner of her mind - they’re gossamer-thin and fading quickly, but still whole enough for Byleth to grasp. Little scenarios cross her mind in flashes - Dimitri’s head between her thighs, his long, blonde hair clasped between her fingers; his cock in Byleth’s mouth, his thumbs stroking her cheekbones, her hand working between her legs as she sucks at him.
Suddenly, Byleth understands what Dimitri means by good dreams.
“Oh.” There’s a moment where Byleth wonders, briefly, if she should be more embarrassed - surely she’d been making a sight of herself, rocking back into Dimitri with those embarrassing, fluttering little sighs she tends to make when she can’t quite control herself - but the thought leaves her mind in a flash when finally, blessedly, Dimitri’s fingers slip into her so easily it makes her cunt pulse. “I - ah - suppose I was.”
Dimitri hums, right against Byleth’s throat, and she can’t help the little moan she hiccups out when he presses a soft, slow, open-mouthed kiss against her bare skin. “Would you like to tell me what they were about, beloved?”
This is where the embarrassment truly begins to swell - after all, it’s one thing to allow Dimitri to wake her up like this whenever he pleases, or to amuse herself during particularly boring meetings with heated glances shared across great wooden tables. On the other hand, explaining in great detail the dreams she has about lowering herself to her knees and putting her mouth on him is another thing entirely, and Byleth squirms as she thinks of having to say the words aloud.
Still, Dimitri is nothing if not patient. He fingers Byleth slow, pressing in deep and curling his fingers until Byleth is clapping a hand over her mouth to stop herself from moaning too loudly, her other hand gripping at his wrist as she rides his fingers. “Don’t feel that you have to tell me if you would prefer to keep it to yourself,” he eventually continues, as though Byleth isn’t half-mindless from his fingers alone, never mind capable of stringing a sentence together. “But I would like to know, if you wish to tell me.”
It takes another long moment for Byleth to even manage to speak. Her voice wavers embarrassingly, and she’s so breathless she can hardly get the words out, but she manages to spell it out for Dimitri - the dreams of his hair between her fingers; his mouth between her legs, pressing kisses against her thatch of curls until she’d been dripping for him; the way she’d pressed his cock into her mouth until the velvet of her tongue had brushed over his knuckles, where he’d held himself steady for her to take him in.
And Dimitri - Dimitri, the polished prince turned saviour king, groans into her neck, panting hotly against her bare skin. Byleth can just about feel the way his hips are beginning to rock against the inside of her thigh, can feel the hot, hard shape of his cock as it nestles against the curve of her ass, and the thought of taking it - just like this, wrapped up in Dimitri just as he is wrapped up in her - has Byleth smothering another pitchy, breathless moan.
“Byleth,” Dimitri manages, his voice low and rough in a way that sends an electric thrill right down her spine. “My beloved, the things you do to me.”
Byleth tries to speak, tries to say something clever like, I know, I can feel it, but Dimitri moans against her throat again, breathy and almost pained. He angles his fingers and fucks them into her until she sees stars, and the joke is lost to a gasp as her back arches and her fingers tighten around Dimitri’s wrist. “Dimi- oh, goddess, like that, please, yes-”
And Byleth comes, so hard she feels as though she can’t take in a full breath until the initial white-hot licks of pleasure mellow out into something constant but gentle. Dimitri pushes her through it gently, with his thumb stroking just so over her clit until she’s tightening her thighs around him, mumbling oh, stop, enough.
Dimitri keeps his fingers inside her, though, and the constant stretch is so good that Byleth pushes back against the sensation, even as she shakes a little from the last of her orgasm. Dimitri allows it, keeping her steady with his free hand on her hips. It’s silent for a moment - the only noise is the gentle sound of Dimitri kissing down the length of her neck, his mouth soft against Byleth’s skin, and she melts back against him with a sigh.
It isn’t until she feels Dimitri shifting against her that she’s pulled from the sleepy, sated glow of her orgasm. He’s still hard, Byleth realises, and the pleased little thrill that shivers down her spine is shameless. It’s with this sense of shamelessness that she tugs at Dimitri’s wrist until he pulls his fingers from her. The sound it makes is so lewd that the two of them share a laugh, muffled against one another - though the laughter dies in Dimitri’s throat when Byleth pulls his hand up to her lips and sucks his still-wet fingers into her mouth without hesitation.
“Byleth,” Dimitri says, hushed and exhilarated and scandalised all at once. “Oh, I-”
Byleth doesn’t allow him the opportunity to continue; instead, she pulls his head back with a gentle hand in his loose hair with her free hand, until he’s blinking at her in the morning sunshine, his cheeks and lips flushed pink. Byleth keeps his gaze and makes sure he’s looking when she carefully, purposely pushes her hips back against his. There’s no mistaking what she wants, she’s sure of it, and when Dimitri’s plush mouth falls open into the little shape of an o, she can’t help but smile around his fingers in her mouth.
“Are you certain?” Dimitri asks, even as Byleth feels the heavy weight of his cock twitching against the inside of her thigh. “We’ll be late to rise, and-”
Byleth pulls his fingers from her mouth, slowly enough that his gaze falls to meet the pink of her tongue as it drags against the callouses on his fingers. “I’m sure,” Byleth says once her mouth is free, her lips still brushing against Dimitri’s fingertips. “Please.”
Dimitri shudders at that, just a little, and Byleth can’t help the way she smiles. “You know I could never deny you,” Dimitri sighs after a moment, his eye flickering back up to meet Byleth’s. “But - let me keep you like this.”
As though to demonstrate, Dimitri pulls Byleth in against him, so close that she has no choice but to straighten her head and rest it against his broad shoulder. They’re right up against one another, her hips cradled in his and his chest firm against her back, and Byleth hums as Dimitri’s arm comes to circle her waist, keeping her right where he wants her.
“Of course,” Byleth tells him, smiling to herself when Dimitri presses a kiss against her temple. The softness of the moment is broken a beat later, when Dimitri shifts his hips against Byleth’s and lets out a winded little noise, as though he’d forgotten all about the way he’s been hard against her since she’d woken. There’s a moment of fumbling, then, until Byleth is stifling laughter and Dimitri is murmuring embarrassed apologies against Byleth’s hair as he shifts back, just for a moment.
The laughter is still warm in Byleth’s chest when she finally feels the head of Dimitri’s cock brushing over where she’s warm and swollen and wet, and she presses her head back against Dimitri’s shoulder with a bitten back smile. She can’t help the way she rocks gently against him as he presses himself against her cunt, and she breathes out a laugh once more when he gasps out a moan as he finally, blessedly pushes into her.
The stretch of Dimitri’s cock inside of her is familiar, but it never fails to force the air from Byleth’s lungs as it presses her open, Dimitri’s hands firm on her hips. “Oh, goddess,” Byleth says helplessly, breathless and moaning as Dimitri pulls her flush against him. “You’re so big, please, I-”
Byleth trails off, her eyes fluttering closed when Dimitri trails his fingers down to where he’s splitting her open, his knuckles brushing over her sensitive clit. “My love,” Dimitri manages, his voice throaty as he presses his hips flush against Byleth’s. She can’t help the strangled little sound she makes at the sensation of being so full, and when Dimitri drags his hand from the swell of her hip to her lower stomach, pressing in just enough that Byleth can feel everything a million times more, she almost sobs. “Is it good for you?”
Byleth nods, hardly able to think through the sensation of being so utterly surrounded. It all feels like so much - Dimitri holding her close, his fingers brushing gently over her nipples, his thick cock pressing in so deep it’s all Byleth can think about - and when Dimitri begins to move with a gentle rock of his hips, Byleth can’t help the way she moans, long and loud.
Dimitri groans into Byleth’s hair as he moves, panting into her ear in a way that makes Byleth feel like she’s on fire. He rolls his hips against her, steady and constant in a way that has Byleth almost sobbing on each breath she takes, but he never picks up the pace - just fucks her slow and hard and deep, until she’s clawing blindly at him, at the pillows, at the mattress.
Byleth has no idea if it’s the proximity or the angle or the way that Dimitri is fucking her, his hand still pressed against her lower stomach and his fingers still stroking over her nipples, but she finds herself hurtling towards orgasm faster than she knows what to do with. “Dimitri,” she gasps, clinging at him with a hand caught behind his neck. She rocks back against him, rhythmic and so good it almost makes her teary-eyed, and tries not to moan too loudly when Dimitri leans in close and presses his lips back against her throat. “Dimitri, I’m so close - fuck me, oh, Dimitri-”
Dimitri moans at that, just as breathless as Byleth is. He has her all wrapped up in him, and Byleth feels like she’s lost to him the second that he presses his mouth to her jaw and murmurs, “come for me, my love, please.”
It takes no more than Dimitri sliding his hand down from her stomach to her clit to have Byleth coming around his cock so hard she feels tears in the corners of her eyes, going perfectly still in Dimitri’s arms as he strokes his fingers over her clit just the way she likes it. She faintly registers Dimitri moaning into her throat, his rhythm growing sloppier with each thrust, but there’s little else Byleth can properly focus on outside of the liquid heat of her orgasm as it washes over her.
It isn’t until Byleth is sunshine-warm and pliant against Dimitri that he grasps harder at her, burying his face into her shoulder. “I’m going to come,” he tells her, his voice shaking. “My love, Byleth, I’m going to come - please.”
Byleth understands exactly what Dimitri is asking for, and acquiesces to him easily. “Come inside of me, my love,” she murmurs, tracing her fingers through the soft, silky hair at the base of his scalp, Dimitri makes a choked noise against Byleth’s throat, trembling all over, and pulls her in close as he bottoms out. There are one, two, three more deep, slow grinds, and then he’s coming, groaning low and long into her skin as his cock pulses, pressing heat deep into her.
The two of them are silent for a long moment, then; after he catches his breath and slumps against Byleth, Dimitri returns to pressing kisses into her skin, creeping closer and closer to the one ticklish spot on Byleth’s neck he’d managed to find until she’s writhing against him, biting back laughter.
Byleth is the first to break the silence. “I don’t want to get up,” she admits, sighing as she shifts a little and feels the growing stickiness between her thighs. “I’d love to be able to stay here all day.”
“You’d starve, my beloved,” Dimitri tells her, his voice warm with mirth. Byleth smiles despite herself, turning her head to look at Dimitri as he pulls himself up to lean over Byleth. “I’ll rise first, and run you a hot bath. We didn’t wake too late, so I’m certain we won’t have been missed for too long.”
Byleth hums. “Such a good husband,” she teases, smiling wider when Dimitri flushes, pleased and embarrassed in equal amounts. “But before you leave, I have something to ask of you.”
“Whatever you want,” Dimitri answers, tracing his fingertips over Byleth’s jawline, reverent and careful. “You need only ask, my love.”
“A kiss, before you go.”
Dimitri lowers himself down against Byleth so quickly that she can’t help but laugh, and the morning stretches out unnoticed for a little longer, forgotten between their kisses.