( The question made color blossom on Dimitri's cheeks, but he said nothing in response. During their days at the academy, he might have admitted to such a thing. But now, he didn't know if that were true. So many of the last few years had been spent lost to his anger and thirst for blood and violence that the sudden clarity and calm being with Claude brought to him still felt... surreal.
He raised a brow in return as Claude watched him, waiting for him to move.
The question made tension rise in his shoulders, and he did look only for a moment as if trying to form a proper response to the question. )
No, I do not. ( He confessed, gaze still fixed away from Claude. ) It is... difficult to explain. I don't truly understand it myself. ( A blue eye turned back to Claude this time, trying to emphasize the truth behind those words. )
[Claude stares hard at him, searching for signs that he's being dishonest or hiding something. This new Dimitri is many things, but a good liar isn't one of them.
After a moment, Claude shakes his head and smiles wryly, stepping forward to follow Dimitri out of the greenhouse.]
So where are we going? Did you catch us some dinner, oh big strong Alpha?
( Dimitri was certain even if he hadn't been looking at Claude, he would certainly feel the intensity of the other's gaze on him. No doubt Claude was considering what he said, trying to make sense of it. Dimitri was in no particular hurry to rush those thoughts out of wariness that questions he couldn't (or wouldn't) answer might follow.
When the younger only smiled and stepped forward, he nodded quietly and motioned for Claude to follow him. )
To the pond. I found a wild boar.
( This close to where he'd left it, he was sure Claude could see the animal where it lay motionless waiting to be cleaned and cooked.
A part of Dimitri couldn't help but feel a bit of pride at having found food for Claude, a gesture his instincts hoped the other appreciated. )
[Claude snorts, remembering how Felix would always refer to Dimitri. Huh... come to think of it, he wasn't entirely wrong about Dimitri, was he? Obviously he wasn't a completely heartless beast, but there was definitely something beneath all the Prince's polish. This didn't just come out of nowhere.]
Sounds good to me.
[He helps out as much as he can with preparing the food, more than ready to have something to do with his hands after so long in Dimitri's care.
He never did get another opportunity to sneak down to the greenhouse the next couple days, though he did raid the library, as well as Seteth and Rhea's former offices (with Dimitri stalking behind him, of course) so he at least had something to occupy his time with. Until he came up with a better plan, he may as well investigate what was left of the places he'd never been able to access while the Monastery was up and running.
He's reading through financial records when the feeling first hits. He feels-- antsy, it's even more difficult than usual to sit still. He doesn't think much of it, though, at least not until he starts to sweat. Suddenly the mild air in the room Dimitri had claimed felt like the sauna. It was getting difficult to focus on the meaning of the words he was reading.
The realization hits him all at once. Of course... gods, he was such an idiot. He'd been on suppressants for so long, his cycle must have been thrown off entirely. And now-- now he was practically in an Alpha's nest. Everything had Dimitri's scent, and it was only making his instincts come on faster.]
( The next few days were busy with Dimitri tailing quietly after Claude in his exploration - ready for an attack but forcing himself to keep his distance and not crowd the other more than he already did. It became difficult the previous morning when his senses told him something with Claude had changed. His alpha instincts were quick to tell him that this was it - that his beloved was close to a heat. Would need him now more than ever.
It took everything Dimitri had not to give in when Claude began to show those first couple of signs. The restlessness, the beginnings of sweat on his skin...
Dimitri forced himself to sit quietly as he had been for the better part of the morning, not far from the nest where Claude was settled. One leg was stretched out in front of him, the other drawn up for his knee to support the weight of one arm. Despite the part of him that screamed to give Claude attention, to move closer, to lure him further into his heat and claim him, Dimitri stayed still. His gaze was fixed on the toe of his boot, breathing steady despite the way he could feel his stomach fluttering in anticipation, his heartbeat beginning to pick up.
He stayed that way for a few, long moments before finally turning his head to glance carefully at Claude as if waiting for further signs of what he knew was coming. )
Are you alright? ( He prompted quietly, gaze careful as he watched the younger. )
[Claude shivered at the sound of Dimitri's voice, carefully putting the book and his notes aside with shaking hands. It surprised him, how quickly and thoroughly it had set in. He felt dizzy with need, starved. He'd only been through a heat once before, not long after he'd been accepted as the Von Riegan heir. He'd holed up in his new room at the estate for a few days, and it hadn't been pleasant, but it wasn't like this. Whether it was because he was still a juvenile at the time or it was purely Dimitri's closeness making the difference, he didn't know.
He could already feel the slick pooling between his legs, his face flushing even darker in embarrassment. He turns back to meet Dimitri's eye, his own gaze slightly hazy.]
You know what's happening, don't you? [He smiles, nervous and uncertain.]
( Dimitri's gaze fell to Claude's hands as he put the book down, distracted briefly by the tremble he could see in his hands. It was such a strange sight to see when he was so used to seeing Claude so confident and composed in everything he did. Even so, there was no denying the excitement at seeing Claude come undone in such a way - something he was certain very few, if any had ever witnessed before.
Those thoughts had his gaze lifting back to Claude's face, the flush of his cheeks and that nervous smile. )
I do. ( He replied calmly, nodding. He had realized it was coming well before Claude did, he mused. But that was something he was certain Claude did not want to hear. )
It will pass.
( But he knew that was hardly any comfort. When he had gone through his first rut, locked away in a part of the castle that could endure his restlessness and outbursts of his strength in his rut, it had felt like an eternity. The sheer strength of the need in his bones was maddening even without an omega there to focus on. Claude was surrounded by reminders of him - how long would it take before Claude lost himself to his heat?
There was a brief thought that he could leave, give Claude space to wait this out, but he refused. Even if the sight of Claude in a heat and untouchable would rile him to his core. )
[Every inhale fills his lungs with Dimitri's scent; he gives a high animal whine, unable to look away from the Alpha. Why isn't he coming over to claim him? He could swear he smells Dimitri's interest, but maybe he's wrong, it's not like he's ever been around an Alpha while in heat before.
Wait, no-- he didn't want Dimitri to claim him. Not right now, not like this. It was getting more and more difficult to remember why that wouldn't be the best idea he's ever had, though.]
It didn't feel like this before. [He whimpers, flopping back into the pile of blankets and burying his face in one, his cock already tenting his pants, the back of them soaking through. His clothes feel too restrictive, too much for his rapidly sensitizing skin to bear.]
( That whine left Claude, and Dimitri had to take a deep breath to calm himself. He would resist Claude despite how badly he simply wanted to give into him. It would be difficult, but he would stay here by his side, protect him in case the worst happened while still being there to offer what little comfort he could. It would be difficult either way, but if he could offer even the slightest bit of relief without crossing a line, he would.
Standing quietly, he made his way towards Claude. He was careful in the way he reached out, helping him to sit back up and tugging the blanket away from his face. ) I imagine you weren't in an alpha's bed the last time you were in heat. ( He explained calmly, supporting Claude with one arm around his back at his other hand started to work at the buttons and fasteners of his clothing. )
Try to relax. I will take care of you.
( Adjusting his hold on Claude, he did his best to remove the layers of his top while trying his damnedest to keep his hands from brushing skin, his gaze from lingering. This was no time to indulge - not when Claude was in such a state. )
[He stills when he hears Dimitri moving, thrumming with anticipation. But Dimitri just drags him up to sitting again, pulling away the blanket from his reddened face. He whines a complaint, leaning heavy into every touch. He tries to slide his hands under Dimitri's armor, desperate for the warmth of his skin.
Dimitri's words register, but barely. No, last time he didn't have an alpha around, last time he was alone... but this time... It's only when Dimitri starts removing his clothes that he settles down a little. Dimitri will take care of him, he said. Claude is still vibrating out of his skin with need but he tries to trust that. Dimitri isn't really touching him, not anymore than he has to to undress him.] Touch me, please--!
( It was a difficult task to steel himself against the way Claude's hands touched his armor, seeking out skin. He forced himself to focus on the last few layers on Claude's top before easing him back down into the nest. )
You have to stay still.
( Dimitri ordered despite the way Claude pleaded for him to touch him. He could do it, he reminded himself, feeling the hum of arousal in his veins as he breathed in the scent of Claude leaking, his desperation.
He reached out to start start on Claude's pants before pausing at the sight of the wetness there, the obvious arousal pressing against the fabric. He breathed out slowly, forcing himself start on the ties of his pants and ease them down slowly. He couldn't let himself stare or touch despite how badly he wanted to. He forced himself to focus on the way Claude's pants slid down his legs. )
[Dimitri pushes him back down onto the blankets, drawing a wanton moan from him. He tried to obey the alpha's order, his chest heaving, fingers twisting in the blankets as those big hands worked the ties of his pants open. Dimitri said he'd take care of him, he had to let him-- but it was so hard to stay still as his trousers were dragged agonizingly slowly down his legs.
He's barely aware of the mess of pleas and the older man's name falling from his lips. His cock strains at his underwear, every inch of his skin aching to be touched. A sob builds up in his chest as Dimitri continues to only touch him over his clothes, only to remove them.]
( Dimitri couldn't deny this was a beautiful sight. To hear Claude pleading for his attention, saying his name in such a way... It was something he wanted so desperately years ago during his time at the academy (and still wanted), but not like this. Not when Claude was desperate for any bit of attention he could get from anyone.
He set aside Claude's pants with the rest of his clothing before reaching to start on his underwear. He was just as slow and careful here, mindful not to make Claude even more uncomfortable but also certain to keep his hands from touching parts of Claude that would certainly make the situation worse. Once they were finally off, he was quick to cover Claude up with one of the blankets. )
Is there anything I can do?
( Besides the obvious, he mused, hesitating before reaching to gently brush the back of bare knuckles across Claude's cheek and jaw. It was a small touch, entirely self-indulgent, he knew, but perhaps it could give Claude something. )
[Claude whined, immediately trying to shove the blanket off.] Too hot!
[He stilled, breath catching as Dimitri finally finally touched him, just his knuckles against Claude's face but it felt electric and soothing all at once. He leaned heavily into the touch, eyes hazy and distant. One shaking hand moved to press Dimitri's palm more firmly to his face, and he turned his head to kiss it entreatingly.] I need you.
( The blanket was likely a losing battle for the time being. He wasn't going to force Claude to stay under it.
Instead, Dimitri's attention focused on the way Claude leaned into his touch, the shaky hand that pressed his own closer to Claude's face. He breathed out slowly with the press of lips, reaching out with his other hand to gently press a hand over Claude's stomach - a gesture meant to ground and soothe him despite the way it satisfied his own need to further touch Claude. )
You have me. ( He replied calmly, watching Claude, braced for any movement that Claude might make in an attempt to find Dimitri's hands elsewhere. )
[Dimitri's hand on his stomach draws a pleased hum from him, the warmth of it helping to soothe the cramps that were starting up. He arched up into it, trying to guide Dimitri's hand lower, to where he really needed it.
You have me. Those low words made his heart clench in his chest. He's never had anyone to rely on, no one who would so willingly take care of him. He didn't think he even wanted that anymore, but here Dimitri is saying he has it? He can't help being a little disbelieving.] I do? [He nuzzles the hand against his face, reaching out to clutch lightly at the fur on his shoulders, trying to keep him close if not pull him in closer.]
( Claude arched under his hand, and Dimitri pressed it down just slightly to keep it anchored in its spot. He knew what Claude wanted, how desperately he wanted his hand to move lower, and more than anything, Dimitri wanted to give in. But he knew he couldn't. He wasn't sure he would ever forgive himself for taking advantage of Claude if he did.
His thumbs moved, stroking Claude's cheek softly and feeling the dark hair across his abdomen gently. ) You do. ( He reassured, watching Claude's face and bracing himself against the grip on his cape. There was no intent - no desire - to move away, but getting any closer was dangerous for the both of them. )
[Dimitri's hand pressing down on his stomach makes him keen, his legs folding up at the knee, thighs spreading to expose his needy hole. His instincts want him to present properly, but Dimitri wants him on his back, so that will have to do. If he's not allowed to get up, maybe he can pull the alpha down to meet him instead. He tugs at the fur entreatingly, the calm he'd managed to find from the initial touch starting to fade away into desperation once more.] Please-- I need you inside me. [He whines out, his hips shifting restlessly.] So empty... it hurts.
( It was a difficult thing to stop himself from looking as Claude's thighs parted, exposing himself. Even so, Dimitri managed to keep his gaze on the younger's face, hand holding its place.
He shook his head against Claude's plea, though he did give into the tug of his cape. He shifted to bring himself lower to the blankets, closer to Claude as his hand moved from his cheek to instead slide through the dark hair. )
It will pass. ( There was a firmness to his words as if trying to make not only Claude but himself believe them. It was becoming more and more difficult to resist, something that was evident in the way his own cock was starting to swell, pressing against the lower pieces of his armor. )
Is there something else I can do?
( Something that wouldn't take advantage of Claude's current state. )
Why not? [Claude whined, brow furrowed in confusion. Was he doing something wrong? The smell of Dimitri's arousal only made the cramps worse, his body fully expecting something it wasn't going to get. He grimaced and shuddered, a hand lowering between his legs to easily slip two fingers into himself, just to have something. He couldn't get a very good angle, though, couldn't get his fingers deep enough.
The whimpers and moans freely falling from his lips increase in desperation, his movements increasingly frantic, the fingers still buried in the fur of Dimitri's cape tightening their grip.] Anything, please! [He begs mindlessly. If Dimitri won't give him what he needs, he doesn't know what to ask for.]
( Claude's hand moved, and Dimitri's attention followed it on instinct. There was a split second where he thought it might an act of aggression, an actual threat to himself or even Claude. But he realized quickly that wasn't the case.
The instant he registered the sight of Claude's fingers sliding into his waiting hole. Dimitri swallowed a sound that threatened to become a moan, turning his gaze away quickly. He couldn't keep up like this.
His hand slipped away from Claude's abdomen, and he reached up to pull Claude's hand away from the fur of his cape in favor of sliding out of his grip and then his reach. He stood quickly, turning slightly so he wouldn't have to worry about looking at Claude directly and risking catching sight of those fingers inside of him...
He swallowed hard, starting to remove his cape and armor. He needed to do something to get Claude to stop, but he wasn't sure what he might be able to say that wasn't a promise for attention he wouldn't be able to give. )
Remove your fingers or I won't touch you again. ( He decided, even if such a threat left a bitter taste on his tongue. With Claude in such a state, he doubt he could follow through. )
[Dimitri's warmth abruptly left him and Claude scrambled to try and follow him, visibly distraught at the loss.] W-Wait--
[But Dimitri was already out of reach, and the cramps had gotten bad enough that his sudden movement made him breathless at the pain. He fell back into the nest, tears prickling at his eyes, teeth gritted. Dimitri's threat loosed a sob from his chest, but the agony of not even having him near was so much worse than the little bit of pleasure his fingers were giving him. He pulled his fingers out, tossing the arm over his face.] Don't-- please don't leave me... [He croaked out, voice raw. He turned onto his side and curled up, buried his teary face in his knees. Shame hit him like a knife to the gut; even in this, he wasn't wanted.]
( Claude's distress soured the air, and Dimitri barely managed to avoid turning his gaze back to him in favor of removing the last bits of his armor. When he finally did turn to face Claude again, it was in time to see the way he fell back on the blankets, his fingers leaving him as he spoke. And then Claude was curling up. The sight made his chest ache to be close to the omega, to hold him and reassure him, to promise he'd never leave.
He removed his shirt quickly, discarding it to leave him in nothing but his pants. Like this, there would be nothing but a single layer of fabric separating his hard cock from Claude's body. But he would endure it, he would ignore it in favor of tending to Claude as best he could.
Dimitri climbed quickly into the nest, wrapping his arms around Claude to gather him into his arms to hold him tightly to his chest. ) I will never leave you. ( He promised, keeping one arm wrapped around Claude as the other stroked over the dark hair and down his shoulders and back.
Pressing his face into Claude's hair, he closed his eyes, breathing in deeply. ) The goddess herself could never take me from you.
[Claude immediately melted into Dimitri's arms, an invisible wall inside of him breaking down. He'd been so lonely his whole life, he'd stopped noticing it most of the time; he'd never so fervently wanted to believe someone else's words before.
He pressed up against Dimitri as much as he could, like he was trying to merge them into one being, tucking his face into the crook of the man's neck and shoulder. The alpha's bare skin against his own was intensely soothing. The ache of needing to be filled didn't cease, but it felt more bearable like this. He kept his hands pressed to Dimitri's chest, trying to be good so he wouldn't pull away again, but he couldn't hold back a moan as a thick cock pressed against his thigh through Dimitri's pants.]
( The way Claude pressed against him, tucked his face into his neck, helped chase away a bit of tension Dimitri hadn't realized had coiled in his muscles. He continued to stroke his hand along Claude's skin, carefully letting it follow the length over his waist and hip, down over his thigh. )
Relax. ( He urged softly, turning to press his lips softly to Claude's temple. His hand moved from where it had been gliding across the other's skin, carefully reaching for one of Claude's hands. He was slow to move one of them, encouraging Claude instead to touch him elsewhere, to reassure him that his touch wouldn't drive him away. ) I will not let you go. I promise.
( Releasing Claude's hand, he reached to stroke his hand along the other's back and side once more, slow but intent, determined to give Claude something to focus on without touching him in a way that would compromise the relationship they had.
Still, it was hard to ignore the way Claude moaned or how pleasant it was to feel the warmth of Claude's body pressing against the fabric separating his cock from the omega's skin. )
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He raised a brow in return as Claude watched him, waiting for him to move.
The question made tension rise in his shoulders, and he did look only for a moment as if trying to form a proper response to the question. )
No, I do not. ( He confessed, gaze still fixed away from Claude. ) It is... difficult to explain. I don't truly understand it myself. ( A blue eye turned back to Claude this time, trying to emphasize the truth behind those words. )
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After a moment, Claude shakes his head and smiles wryly, stepping forward to follow Dimitri out of the greenhouse.]
So where are we going? Did you catch us some dinner, oh big strong Alpha?
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When the younger only smiled and stepped forward, he nodded quietly and motioned for Claude to follow him. )
To the pond. I found a wild boar.
( This close to where he'd left it, he was sure Claude could see the animal where it lay motionless waiting to be cleaned and cooked.
A part of Dimitri couldn't help but feel a bit of pride at having found food for Claude, a gesture his instincts hoped the other appreciated. )
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Sounds good to me.
[He helps out as much as he can with preparing the food, more than ready to have something to do with his hands after so long in Dimitri's care.
He never did get another opportunity to sneak down to the greenhouse the next couple days, though he did raid the library, as well as Seteth and Rhea's former offices (with Dimitri stalking behind him, of course) so he at least had something to occupy his time with. Until he came up with a better plan, he may as well investigate what was left of the places he'd never been able to access while the Monastery was up and running.
He's reading through financial records when the feeling first hits. He feels-- antsy, it's even more difficult than usual to sit still. He doesn't think much of it, though, at least not until he starts to sweat. Suddenly the mild air in the room Dimitri had claimed felt like the sauna. It was getting difficult to focus on the meaning of the words he was reading.
The realization hits him all at once. Of course... gods, he was such an idiot. He'd been on suppressants for so long, his cycle must have been thrown off entirely. And now-- now he was practically in an Alpha's nest. Everything had Dimitri's scent, and it was only making his instincts come on faster.]
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It took everything Dimitri had not to give in when Claude began to show those first couple of signs. The restlessness, the beginnings of sweat on his skin...
Dimitri forced himself to sit quietly as he had been for the better part of the morning, not far from the nest where Claude was settled. One leg was stretched out in front of him, the other drawn up for his knee to support the weight of one arm. Despite the part of him that screamed to give Claude attention, to move closer, to lure him further into his heat and claim him, Dimitri stayed still. His gaze was fixed on the toe of his boot, breathing steady despite the way he could feel his stomach fluttering in anticipation, his heartbeat beginning to pick up.
He stayed that way for a few, long moments before finally turning his head to glance carefully at Claude as if waiting for further signs of what he knew was coming. )
Are you alright? ( He prompted quietly, gaze careful as he watched the younger. )
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He could already feel the slick pooling between his legs, his face flushing even darker in embarrassment. He turns back to meet Dimitri's eye, his own gaze slightly hazy.]
You know what's happening, don't you? [He smiles, nervous and uncertain.]
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Those thoughts had his gaze lifting back to Claude's face, the flush of his cheeks and that nervous smile. )
I do. ( He replied calmly, nodding. He had realized it was coming well before Claude did, he mused. But that was something he was certain Claude did not want to hear. )
It will pass.
( But he knew that was hardly any comfort. When he had gone through his first rut, locked away in a part of the castle that could endure his restlessness and outbursts of his strength in his rut, it had felt like an eternity. The sheer strength of the need in his bones was maddening even without an omega there to focus on. Claude was surrounded by reminders of him - how long would it take before Claude lost himself to his heat?
There was a brief thought that he could leave, give Claude space to wait this out, but he refused. Even if the sight of Claude in a heat and untouchable would rile him to his core. )
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Wait, no-- he didn't want Dimitri to claim him. Not right now, not like this. It was getting more and more difficult to remember why that wouldn't be the best idea he's ever had, though.]
It didn't feel like this before. [He whimpers, flopping back into the pile of blankets and burying his face in one, his cock already tenting his pants, the back of them soaking through. His clothes feel too restrictive, too much for his rapidly sensitizing skin to bear.]
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Standing quietly, he made his way towards Claude. He was careful in the way he reached out, helping him to sit back up and tugging the blanket away from his face. ) I imagine you weren't in an alpha's bed the last time you were in heat. ( He explained calmly, supporting Claude with one arm around his back at his other hand started to work at the buttons and fasteners of his clothing. )
Try to relax. I will take care of you.
( Adjusting his hold on Claude, he did his best to remove the layers of his top while trying his damnedest to keep his hands from brushing skin, his gaze from lingering. This was no time to indulge - not when Claude was in such a state. )
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Dimitri's words register, but barely. No, last time he didn't have an alpha around, last time he was alone... but this time... It's only when Dimitri starts removing his clothes that he settles down a little. Dimitri will take care of him, he said. Claude is still vibrating out of his skin with need but he tries to trust that. Dimitri isn't really touching him, not anymore than he has to to undress him.] Touch me, please--!
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You have to stay still.
( Dimitri ordered despite the way Claude pleaded for him to touch him. He could do it, he reminded himself, feeling the hum of arousal in his veins as he breathed in the scent of Claude leaking, his desperation.
He reached out to start start on Claude's pants before pausing at the sight of the wetness there, the obvious arousal pressing against the fabric. He breathed out slowly, forcing himself start on the ties of his pants and ease them down slowly. He couldn't let himself stare or touch despite how badly he wanted to. He forced himself to focus on the way Claude's pants slid down his legs. )
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He's barely aware of the mess of pleas and the older man's name falling from his lips. His cock strains at his underwear, every inch of his skin aching to be touched. A sob builds up in his chest as Dimitri continues to only touch him over his clothes, only to remove them.]
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He set aside Claude's pants with the rest of his clothing before reaching to start on his underwear. He was just as slow and careful here, mindful not to make Claude even more uncomfortable but also certain to keep his hands from touching parts of Claude that would certainly make the situation worse. Once they were finally off, he was quick to cover Claude up with one of the blankets. )
Is there anything I can do?
( Besides the obvious, he mused, hesitating before reaching to gently brush the back of bare knuckles across Claude's cheek and jaw. It was a small touch, entirely self-indulgent, he knew, but perhaps it could give Claude something. )
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[He stilled, breath catching as Dimitri finally finally touched him, just his knuckles against Claude's face but it felt electric and soothing all at once. He leaned heavily into the touch, eyes hazy and distant. One shaking hand moved to press Dimitri's palm more firmly to his face, and he turned his head to kiss it entreatingly.] I need you.
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Instead, Dimitri's attention focused on the way Claude leaned into his touch, the shaky hand that pressed his own closer to Claude's face. He breathed out slowly with the press of lips, reaching out with his other hand to gently press a hand over Claude's stomach - a gesture meant to ground and soothe him despite the way it satisfied his own need to further touch Claude. )
You have me. ( He replied calmly, watching Claude, braced for any movement that Claude might make in an attempt to find Dimitri's hands elsewhere. )
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You have me. Those low words made his heart clench in his chest. He's never had anyone to rely on, no one who would so willingly take care of him. He didn't think he even wanted that anymore, but here Dimitri is saying he has it? He can't help being a little disbelieving.] I do? [He nuzzles the hand against his face, reaching out to clutch lightly at the fur on his shoulders, trying to keep him close if not pull him in closer.]
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His thumbs moved, stroking Claude's cheek softly and feeling the dark hair across his abdomen gently. ) You do. ( He reassured, watching Claude's face and bracing himself against the grip on his cape. There was no intent - no desire - to move away, but getting any closer was dangerous for the both of them. )
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He shook his head against Claude's plea, though he did give into the tug of his cape. He shifted to bring himself lower to the blankets, closer to Claude as his hand moved from his cheek to instead slide through the dark hair. )
It will pass. ( There was a firmness to his words as if trying to make not only Claude but himself believe them. It was becoming more and more difficult to resist, something that was evident in the way his own cock was starting to swell, pressing against the lower pieces of his armor. )
Is there something else I can do?
( Something that wouldn't take advantage of Claude's current state. )
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The whimpers and moans freely falling from his lips increase in desperation, his movements increasingly frantic, the fingers still buried in the fur of Dimitri's cape tightening their grip.] Anything, please! [He begs mindlessly. If Dimitri won't give him what he needs, he doesn't know what to ask for.]
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The instant he registered the sight of Claude's fingers sliding into his waiting hole. Dimitri swallowed a sound that threatened to become a moan, turning his gaze away quickly. He couldn't keep up like this.
His hand slipped away from Claude's abdomen, and he reached up to pull Claude's hand away from the fur of his cape in favor of sliding out of his grip and then his reach. He stood quickly, turning slightly so he wouldn't have to worry about looking at Claude directly and risking catching sight of those fingers inside of him...
He swallowed hard, starting to remove his cape and armor. He needed to do something to get Claude to stop, but he wasn't sure what he might be able to say that wasn't a promise for attention he wouldn't be able to give. )
Remove your fingers or I won't touch you again. ( He decided, even if such a threat left a bitter taste on his tongue. With Claude in such a state, he doubt he could follow through. )
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[But Dimitri was already out of reach, and the cramps had gotten bad enough that his sudden movement made him breathless at the pain. He fell back into the nest, tears prickling at his eyes, teeth gritted. Dimitri's threat loosed a sob from his chest, but the agony of not even having him near was so much worse than the little bit of pleasure his fingers were giving him. He pulled his fingers out, tossing the arm over his face.] Don't-- please don't leave me... [He croaked out, voice raw. He turned onto his side and curled up, buried his teary face in his knees. Shame hit him like a knife to the gut; even in this, he wasn't wanted.]
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He removed his shirt quickly, discarding it to leave him in nothing but his pants. Like this, there would be nothing but a single layer of fabric separating his hard cock from Claude's body. But he would endure it, he would ignore it in favor of tending to Claude as best he could.
Dimitri climbed quickly into the nest, wrapping his arms around Claude to gather him into his arms to hold him tightly to his chest. ) I will never leave you. ( He promised, keeping one arm wrapped around Claude as the other stroked over the dark hair and down his shoulders and back.
Pressing his face into Claude's hair, he closed his eyes, breathing in deeply. ) The goddess herself could never take me from you.
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He pressed up against Dimitri as much as he could, like he was trying to merge them into one being, tucking his face into the crook of the man's neck and shoulder. The alpha's bare skin against his own was intensely soothing. The ache of needing to be filled didn't cease, but it felt more bearable like this. He kept his hands pressed to Dimitri's chest, trying to be good so he wouldn't pull away again, but he couldn't hold back a moan as a thick cock pressed against his thigh through Dimitri's pants.]
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Relax. ( He urged softly, turning to press his lips softly to Claude's temple. His hand moved from where it had been gliding across the other's skin, carefully reaching for one of Claude's hands. He was slow to move one of them, encouraging Claude instead to touch him elsewhere, to reassure him that his touch wouldn't drive him away. ) I will not let you go. I promise.
( Releasing Claude's hand, he reached to stroke his hand along the other's back and side once more, slow but intent, determined to give Claude something to focus on without touching him in a way that would compromise the relationship they had.
Still, it was hard to ignore the way Claude moaned or how pleasant it was to feel the warmth of Claude's body pressing against the fabric separating his cock from the omega's skin. )
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