[Oh. Oh, what a lovely sound, the proper answer to the call-and-response he'd unthinkingly initiated. His alpha instincts are pleased, approving of the result his overture had drawn in return. No need to posture or go out of his way to prove why interest in him should be an inevitability, and while there are some alphas who might feel a little cheated out of the opportunity to boast and prove their mettle in that way, Dimitri's are too accustomed to restraint, too pleased at the prospect of acceptance.

Dimitri knows that Yuri is in front of him, unclothed, experienced well beyond his own measure. The alpha in him sees it the opposite way, perceiving only a lithe and supple omega signaling its own desires, waiting for him to do as both their natures direct.

He tries to remind himself that it's Dimitri who needs to keep the upper hand, here. It's Dimitri who has a reputation to protect. Dimitri who has to walk back out of this encounter and go about the rest of his life.

The alpha has no such concerns. It merely wants what it's already decided it's entitled to.]

Seeing doesn't even come close to what I want.

[It's like someone else said it, someone else with a dark and gravelly voice, rich with desire.]

I...m-my apologies. I'm keeping you waiting.

[He slides a little closer along the mattress, edging near enough that he can reach out with his bare hand and curve it behind Yuri's raised knee, slowly and almost respectfully leaning in to touch a kiss to the inside of his thigh.

He needs to go slowly, he reminds himself. Slowly and carefully, and stay in control.]

Your scent is very pretty.

[He risks another kiss, then another, slowly working his way up Yuri's leg toward the tantalizing heat waiting for him.]