( The time it takes for Claude to give in, to properly start submitting to him, is always worth the wait. He presses hard, open mouthed kisses to the dark throat, his fingers unrelenting in the way they move in and out of Claude, spreading and stretching him.
His grip on the dark hair tightens with the way the man spreads his cheeks, and Dimitri groans against Claude's throat. ) Just like that. ( He praises, kissing the man again - relentless in the way his tongue explores the other's mouth. They could spend the night just like this, his fingers fucking Claude, and their mouths on one another, and Dimitri wouldn't complain. But he knows they both need more than that tonight. )
What if I make you finish on my fingers before I fill you, Beloved? Could you do that for me? ( He wonders against the man's lips, easing his grip in the dark hair away in favor of stroking it softly, fondly. )
[The praise has him smiling blissfully into the unrelenting kiss, raw and uninhibited moans rising in his throat as Dimitri's tongue and fingers both claim him. His mouth stays open for Dimitri to claim again at his leisure when he pulls away to speak, eyes darkened with need as they slowly blink open.
The question-- and it's really just his way of letting Claude know what's going to happen, they both know it-- has him whining because he needs Dimitri's cock in him, but he'll have to wait longer for it. The conflicting needs to have Dimitri buried deep inside him as quickly as possible and to obey his Dominant's wishes visibly war in his expression, the latter winning out with a low sob and a nod.] Anything--!
( Of course, Claude won't argue with him. These moments are about the other man submitting, giving into Dimitri's wants to fulfill his own. And Dimitri lives for it, how badly Claude wants him. )
Good.
( It's all he says before his mouth descends again. He's greedy and possessive in the way he kisses the other man, fingers unrelenting in the way they work deeper into Claude. He works them just right - in all the ways he's learned his beloved likes, what takes his breath away, what leaves him trembling with want and need.
When his mouth leaves Claude's, it's only so he can whisper in his ear as his other hand strokes it's way back down the curve of his spine. ) Should I take you like this, Beloved? Or should I bend you over the bed after I use that pretty mouth of yours?
[The open-mouthed kiss is made all the more messy by Claude's increasingly desperate moans as Dimitri plays his body like a fine-tuned instrument. It's a struggle to keep his hands in place, but he wants to keep being good, and he likes the dull ache from the pressure against his ass.
He's shaking with desperation when Dimitri pulls back, the heated words in his ear scorching through him, tugging at the needy creature inside him.] Dima-- please, I need your cock! [He whimpers as Dimitri's fingers tease at his prostate again, precum dripping continuously from the tip of his untouched but straining cock. The shame of being made to beg has entirely left him at this point, he's so close to cumming.] Gods, please take me, fill me up Dima! I need you inside me!
( Perhaps it's his own straining cock becoming too much or how prettily Claude begs... Whatever it is, Dimitri feels something in him snap. A desperation to finally take his lover made stronger with every plea from Claude's lips.
There's no warning as his fingers slip carefully out of the other, his hands moving to support Claude's neck and back as he moves them. It's easy to roll them, to put Claude on his back beneath him on the center of their bed as he looks down at him. )
Ask me again, beloved. ( He orders, his hand moving to support himself on the bed as the other reaches for one of Claude's hand, leading it expectantly to the fastener of his pants. He settles easily between the slender thighs, using his knees to nudge them open further, waiting for Claude to undo his pants. )
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His grip on the dark hair tightens with the way the man spreads his cheeks, and Dimitri groans against Claude's throat. ) Just like that. ( He praises, kissing the man again - relentless in the way his tongue explores the other's mouth. They could spend the night just like this, his fingers fucking Claude, and their mouths on one another, and Dimitri wouldn't complain. But he knows they both need more than that tonight. )
What if I make you finish on my fingers before I fill you, Beloved? Could you do that for me? ( He wonders against the man's lips, easing his grip in the dark hair away in favor of stroking it softly, fondly. )
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The question-- and it's really just his way of letting Claude know what's going to happen, they both know it-- has him whining because he needs Dimitri's cock in him, but he'll have to wait longer for it. The conflicting needs to have Dimitri buried deep inside him as quickly as possible and to obey his Dominant's wishes visibly war in his expression, the latter winning out with a low sob and a nod.] Anything--!
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Good.
( It's all he says before his mouth descends again. He's greedy and possessive in the way he kisses the other man, fingers unrelenting in the way they work deeper into Claude. He works them just right - in all the ways he's learned his beloved likes, what takes his breath away, what leaves him trembling with want and need.
When his mouth leaves Claude's, it's only so he can whisper in his ear as his other hand strokes it's way back down the curve of his spine. ) Should I take you like this, Beloved? Or should I bend you over the bed after I use that pretty mouth of yours?
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He's shaking with desperation when Dimitri pulls back, the heated words in his ear scorching through him, tugging at the needy creature inside him.] Dima-- please, I need your cock! [He whimpers as Dimitri's fingers tease at his prostate again, precum dripping continuously from the tip of his untouched but straining cock. The shame of being made to beg has entirely left him at this point, he's so close to cumming.] Gods, please take me, fill me up Dima! I need you inside me!
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There's no warning as his fingers slip carefully out of the other, his hands moving to support Claude's neck and back as he moves them. It's easy to roll them, to put Claude on his back beneath him on the center of their bed as he looks down at him. )
Ask me again, beloved. ( He orders, his hand moving to support himself on the bed as the other reaches for one of Claude's hand, leading it expectantly to the fastener of his pants. He settles easily between the slender thighs, using his knees to nudge them open further, waiting for Claude to undo his pants. )