( Now that the rational parts of his brain are slowly beginning to grind back into gear, Yuri is able to see that for all the actual fucking didn't necessarily unfold as according to plan? He's actually in a better position than he otherwise might have been. They've shared something supremely intimate with one another — Yuri doesn't plan on actually addressing his feelings about it for a good while yet — and even if Dimitri doesn't trust him, there'll be a part of him that belongs to Yuri if he keeps saying the right things.
It shouldn't be difficult, he idly muses. It's oddly easy to be kind to Dimitri — especially when he's settled above him painted in all the shades of a blushing spring morning. )
My wish is your command, huh?
( Yuri finds a warm smile touching the corners of his lips as he lifts a hand to stroke through golden hair. )
I'd say we can do whatever we feel like — providing it doesn't involve leaving the bed.
( He chuckles, scritching lightly behind Dimitri's ear. Perhaps now would be a good time to probe a little further about those circles of nobility in Faerghus: no doubt the prince is feeling awkward in his desperation to do the proper thing, and the whole point of this was to find a way to capitalise on that.
So Yuri probes. )
But I've gotta say, I'm kind of interested in what you said earlier. Courtly life, dangerous Omegas ... how's that going to work when you take a pretty wife? Confine her to her rooms so she can't meddle with the politics?
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( Now that the rational parts of his brain are slowly beginning to grind back into gear, Yuri is able to see that for all the actual fucking didn't necessarily unfold as according to plan? He's actually in a better position than he otherwise might have been. They've shared something supremely intimate with one another — Yuri doesn't plan on actually addressing his feelings about it for a good while yet — and even if Dimitri doesn't trust him, there'll be a part of him that belongs to Yuri if he keeps saying the right things.
It shouldn't be difficult, he idly muses. It's oddly easy to be kind to Dimitri — especially when he's settled above him painted in all the shades of a blushing spring morning. )
My wish is your command, huh?
( Yuri finds a warm smile touching the corners of his lips as he lifts a hand to stroke through golden hair. )
I'd say we can do whatever we feel like — providing it doesn't involve leaving the bed.
( He chuckles, scritching lightly behind Dimitri's ear. Perhaps now would be a good time to probe a little further about those circles of nobility in Faerghus: no doubt the prince is feeling awkward in his desperation to do the proper thing, and the whole point of this was to find a way to capitalise on that.
So Yuri probes. )
But I've gotta say, I'm kind of interested in what you said earlier. Courtly life, dangerous Omegas ... how's that going to work when you take a pretty wife? Confine her to her rooms so she can't meddle with the politics?