[It's always a delight when Dimitri makes any kind of innuendo, almost as much of one as Dimitri's hands on him, rubbing out his tension and aches. He pouts a little to lose those large, strong hands but lets Dimitri pull him to his feet.]
That's a presumptuous command after so little. [His eyes shine with mirth at the double entendre, but he follows Dimitri's lead, keeping hold of his hand as they walk back to their chambers.]
( Despite the time they've spent together, Dimitri always seems to be caught off guard to hear such things from Claude. It's enough that a dust of color spreads across his cheeks, and he reaches out, catching Claude to pull him close. He draws Claude in for a hug, winding his arms loosely around him. His hands drops slowly, stroking down the length of the other's back and down to his hips.
Something flashes in the blue eye - want, intent, need - as he looks down at his mate, and he leans down, softly nudging his nose against his temple. He kisses his temple softly, affectionate. But the softness doesn't match the low words he offers. )
[That scandalized look Dimitri gets always makes him laugh with delight to have provoked it, even after all their time together. One hand comes up to brush his knuckles against that gentle pink hue as Dimitri pulls him in closer. He always holds him so gently these days, so aware of the fragile life he's carrying. It's sweet, but there's no small part of him that misses Dimitri clutching him tightly, roughly pinning him to whatever surface happens to be nearby.
That's not to say that Dimitri's libido has eased any-- in fact, it's nearly the opposite. He can hardly keep his hands off Claude any time they're together.
Claude hums contentedly at the soft affection, green eyes narrowed as he smiles up at Dimitri.] Well, you did already promise me a backrub. [He teases, feigning cluelessness as to his husband's intentions.]
( It is a difficult things to keep his hands to himself knowing Claude is carrying their child. It makes Dimitri long to be close to him always, to touch and feel the other in whatever way he can to prove his devotion. But it is all maddening in its own way. He misses the days when he could so easily hold the man down against whatever happens to be nearby, to grab him and maneuver him without a worry of injuring him. Those days will come again, he knows, but for now it does nothing to quench that constant need he has for the other man.
He hums softly in return, head turning to brush his lips against those knuckles. One brow goes up at he takes in that smile and those words. ) I promise there will be plenty more to follow it. ( He offers the smallest hint of a smirk before leaning in, pressing their lips together in a slow, intent kiss. )
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That's a presumptuous command after so little. [His eyes shine with mirth at the double entendre, but he follows Dimitri's lead, keeping hold of his hand as they walk back to their chambers.]
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Something flashes in the blue eye - want, intent, need - as he looks down at his mate, and he leans down, softly nudging his nose against his temple. He kisses his temple softly, affectionate. But the softness doesn't match the low words he offers. )
Are you asking for more, beloved?
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That's not to say that Dimitri's libido has eased any-- in fact, it's nearly the opposite. He can hardly keep his hands off Claude any time they're together.
Claude hums contentedly at the soft affection, green eyes narrowed as he smiles up at Dimitri.] Well, you did already promise me a backrub. [He teases, feigning cluelessness as to his husband's intentions.]
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He hums softly in return, head turning to brush his lips against those knuckles. One brow goes up at he takes in that smile and those words. ) I promise there will be plenty more to follow it. ( He offers the smallest hint of a smirk before leaning in, pressing their lips together in a slow, intent kiss. )