( Yuri would chuckle at Dimitri's near-stunned comment if not for the deep, slow of those fingers inside him. Perhaps he hadn't necessarily realise just how ready he was to have something pressing at him from the inside: a hot flush of pink settles across his cheekbones as he sinks back against the pillows for a moment, his breath leaving him in a panting groan as the pad of his hand rubs up against his clit. )

H-Hah ...

( Dimitri might not have the experience of his other some-time lovers but he's still an alpha - he can still work on instinct - and as his hand moves against him Yuri finds himself tipping his head back to bare the tender-soft front of his throat )

That's a good thing, right?

( There's a breathless little chuckle in his reply if only because the implications should be obvious: if he weren't hot inside, Dimitri would have a lot more to work about than whether or not it matters that he's he's omega. Instinct has him curling his hands against the backs of his knees to pull his thighs up to his chest, exposing himself utterly to the curious nature of the alpha between his legs. )

... You can go harder than that if you want.

( There's a beat, and then because in his hormone-addled haze it seems natural enough to say it: )

Please, alpha. Just a little harder.