( Yuri allows Dima these liberties because Dima is, in this moment, utterly his, and he trusts him to knows as much when they play like this in his domain. It's almost poetic. His brother could take him apart piece by piece and leave him demolished against the grass — but he would still belong to Yuri, and he'd still have to thank him for letting him use his powers to do so.

A dreamy smile touches the pink of his lips as tendrils coil and curve around his body, his gaze roving over what he can see of Dimitri as he watches him nuzzle closet between his legs. Now that he doesn't have to support his own legs he can drop his hands to the silk-smooth curve of his brother's head—

But before he can pet him, Yuri feels the press of tendrils sinking in past his brother's tongue, and he pulls into a tight arc as a cry of pure pleasure shatters the quiet of the clearing. )

My love—

( He isn't speaking — they haven't spoken since Yuri leapt away from chambers — but his words melt into Dima as he tries his hardest to rock back down onto that filling sensation. His cock pulses and shivers against the tendril coiling around the over-sensitive head, and he pulls at tight fistfuls of grass as he's teased closer and closer to orgasm. )

Just a little more, my Dima— just a little more and I'll come for you.