( 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. )
[It was tears of relief that wet Dimitri's neck, the pain and desperation of his heat soothed by the alpha's closeness, the gentle firmness of his hands. It wasn't exactly what his body was demanding, but it was enough to keep him calm for now.
Dimitri took one of his hands in his own, encouraging him to touch him freely. Claude shuddered in relief at the reassurance, simply throwing his arm around the larger man's chest to pull himself even closer, fingertips digging slightly into the alpha's muscular back. He rubbed his cheek against Dimitri's neck, reveling in his scent. No one had ever touched him like this, like he was precious... treasured. He practically purred with contentment.]
( The tears caught his attention, but Dimitri's touches continued. Claude wasn't sobbing, not trying to push away from him, or voicing any further discomfort. Instead, he was clinging to him, pulling him closer and digging his fingers into his skin. That, he hoped, meant Claude wasn't in distress.
His hand continued, his lips once more pressing a soft kiss to Claude's temple.
Dimitri had always longed for a moment like this, to have Claude in his arms, giving him something he needed in some way. It wasn't the ideal fantasy by any stretch, but it still warmed him down to his soul to be able to share this moment with Claude. A part of him was certain it would never come otherwise. )
Try to rest. I will be here with you, regardless of what happens. ( He shifted slightly, adjusting his hold to try and be more comfortable for the both of them, but still keeping Claude close. Still touching him, still leaving soft kisses against his temple and forehead to further soothe him as best he could. )
I'll try... [Claude mumbled against Dimitri's neck, closing his eyes and trying to ignore the lingering neediness that had been temporarily pushed towards the back of his mind. Those sorts of touches, the closeness-- it was what he would have craved after taking Dimitri's knot. They just skipped a step.
It took the edge off for a while, long enough for Claude to doze off for a bit. But his heat wouldn't be satisfied with it indefinitely. It was the cramps that woke him up first, the groan that escaped him groggy with sleep, half-pained, half-wanting.] Dimitri... [He whined out the older man's name, unconsciously rocking his hips against him.] It hurts...
( Dimitri hadn't realized they'd dozed off until he heard the sound of his name. It was enough to make him stir, lashes fluttering, without bringing him to full wakefulness.
The feeling of Claude rocking his hips against him, though, brought him out of that lingering haze of sleep. A small groan escaped him, and he moved his hand to grip tightly at Claude's hip, trying to still him from any further movements. )
It shouldn't last too much longer. ( He tried to reassure, not daring move his hand to try and stroke Claude's skin or make any other gesture to soothe him. A part of him worried that if he did, Claude's hips would move again, that he'd get too caught up in the sensation of it all to stop it the way he should. )
[Claude whimpered as Dimitri so easily held him still, his cock jerking between their abdomens, slick leaking down onto the blankets underneath them. His body ached, muscles tensing as he was again denied the one thing his body craved.
He squirmed and writhed as much as Dimitri's hold on him would allow, a restless energy growing in him. He was so empty... he wanted to at least touch himself, but Dimitri's threat still loomed in his mind even with the later reassurances that he wouldn't leave. His instincts warred with his natural distrust, the drive to obey his alpha's order warred with his body's demands-- Claude was in turmoil again.]
( More than anything, Dimitri hoped his own words were true. There was no telling how long Claude's heat might last, and a part of him didn't trust himself to be able to restrain himself or Claude if this went on too much longer.
He took in a deep breath, instantly regretting it as he the scent of Claude's arousal and his leaking slick filled his lungs. It made his own cock swell fully again, eager to fill Claude, to do more than touch and soothe him. But he'd promised to take care of him without those things, and Goddess help him, he would do so.
Waiting a moment, he slowly released his grip on Claude's hip to instead reach up to stroke the dark hair slowly, affectionately. )
[He could feel Dimitri's cock stirring against him, could smell his interest and arousal, but still the alpha made no move to claim him. It was utterly confusing to his heat-fogged mind.
He croaked out a moan, leaning into the hand stroking his hair.] Awful. Why won't you claim me? [He whined, sweat making dark curls stick to his forehead, eyes unfocused.]
( This was certainly punishment from the goddess for the many lives he had taken, he decided as he registered the sound of Claude's moan and those words. Of course he wanted to claim Claude, had been desperate to do so when they were at the academy. But he couldn't do it, not like this. Trying to explain that to Claude would get him nowhere. )
Now isn't the time.
( There likely never would be one, he mused darkly to himself as he moved his hand to gently push some of the damp curls from Claude's forehead. Claude wanted him now out of desperation. Those feelings likely didn't exist outside of these moments, and he reminded himself of that fact over and over to try and stay focused. )
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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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Dimitri took one of his hands in his own, encouraging him to touch him freely. Claude shuddered in relief at the reassurance, simply throwing his arm around the larger man's chest to pull himself even closer, fingertips digging slightly into the alpha's muscular back. He rubbed his cheek against Dimitri's neck, reveling in his scent. No one had ever touched him like this, like he was precious... treasured. He practically purred with contentment.]
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His hand continued, his lips once more pressing a soft kiss to Claude's temple.
Dimitri had always longed for a moment like this, to have Claude in his arms, giving him something he needed in some way. It wasn't the ideal fantasy by any stretch, but it still warmed him down to his soul to be able to share this moment with Claude. A part of him was certain it would never come otherwise. )
Try to rest. I will be here with you, regardless of what happens. ( He shifted slightly, adjusting his hold to try and be more comfortable for the both of them, but still keeping Claude close. Still touching him, still leaving soft kisses against his temple and forehead to further soothe him as best he could. )
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It took the edge off for a while, long enough for Claude to doze off for a bit. But his heat wouldn't be satisfied with it indefinitely. It was the cramps that woke him up first, the groan that escaped him groggy with sleep, half-pained, half-wanting.] Dimitri... [He whined out the older man's name, unconsciously rocking his hips against him.] It hurts...
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The feeling of Claude rocking his hips against him, though, brought him out of that lingering haze of sleep. A small groan escaped him, and he moved his hand to grip tightly at Claude's hip, trying to still him from any further movements. )
It shouldn't last too much longer. ( He tried to reassure, not daring move his hand to try and stroke Claude's skin or make any other gesture to soothe him. A part of him worried that if he did, Claude's hips would move again, that he'd get too caught up in the sensation of it all to stop it the way he should. )
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He squirmed and writhed as much as Dimitri's hold on him would allow, a restless energy growing in him. He was so empty... he wanted to at least touch himself, but Dimitri's threat still loomed in his mind even with the later reassurances that he wouldn't leave. His instincts warred with his natural distrust, the drive to obey his alpha's order warred with his body's demands-- Claude was in turmoil again.]
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He took in a deep breath, instantly regretting it as he the scent of Claude's arousal and his leaking slick filled his lungs. It made his own cock swell fully again, eager to fill Claude, to do more than touch and soothe him. But he'd promised to take care of him without those things, and Goddess help him, he would do so.
Waiting a moment, he slowly released his grip on Claude's hip to instead reach up to stroke the dark hair slowly, affectionately. )
How do you feel?
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He croaked out a moan, leaning into the hand stroking his hair.] Awful. Why won't you claim me? [He whined, sweat making dark curls stick to his forehead, eyes unfocused.]
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Now isn't the time.
( There likely never would be one, he mused darkly to himself as he moved his hand to gently push some of the damp curls from Claude's forehead. Claude wanted him now out of desperation. Those feelings likely didn't exist outside of these moments, and he reminded himself of that fact over and over to try and stay focused. )