[There are things that Dima knows, deep in the core of his being, that he would trade all his power and dominion for. One is to see their father again — not even to keep him, to stay by his side, but just to see him and beg to know if he's been enough, if he pleases him, if he's done well. It's a dream that will never be made a reality for him, a wish that no power could ever combine to deliver. Byleth is gone, gone, and yet he waits, ever vigilant, ever hoping.
But there is also this, the only thing he's ever found in all the world that manages to put thoughts of Byleth entirely from his mind: the way it feels to lose himself in Yuri, when passion boils hot and satisfaction is still out of his reach, and for a little while he's allowed to feel like he's soaring toward the sun.
And unlike their father, this is something he can have forever. Yuri promises him eternity, and he believes it with everything he is.]
Your tongue is as silver as moonlight.
[He grumbles faintly when Yuri shifts, rearranging them so that he momentarily loses his friction, but there's a far better prize waiting for him if he goes along with that minor sacrifice, so he allows it — and is mollified by the tug of fingers in his thick, rumpled hair, and the kisses waiting for him beneath Yuri's glittering eyes.
Distracted, it takes him a try or two before he manages to get lined up properly, but the moment the head of his cock finds Yuri's heat, he can't help but groan desperately against his mouth.]
And you feel so good —
[He isn't patient. He doesn't wait. But he's had plenty of practice at sinking inside his fellow god and he knows instinctively how to do it just right, stretching him wide as his beast of a cock finds its way home in Yuri's warmth.]
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But there is also this, the only thing he's ever found in all the world that manages to put thoughts of Byleth entirely from his mind: the way it feels to lose himself in Yuri, when passion boils hot and satisfaction is still out of his reach, and for a little while he's allowed to feel like he's soaring toward the sun.
And unlike their father, this is something he can have forever. Yuri promises him eternity, and he believes it with everything he is.]
Your tongue is as silver as moonlight.
[He grumbles faintly when Yuri shifts, rearranging them so that he momentarily loses his friction, but there's a far better prize waiting for him if he goes along with that minor sacrifice, so he allows it — and is mollified by the tug of fingers in his thick, rumpled hair, and the kisses waiting for him beneath Yuri's glittering eyes.
Distracted, it takes him a try or two before he manages to get lined up properly, but the moment the head of his cock finds Yuri's heat, he can't help but groan desperately against his mouth.]
And you feel so good —
[He isn't patient. He doesn't wait. But he's had plenty of practice at sinking inside his fellow god and he knows instinctively how to do it just right, stretching him wide as his beast of a cock finds its way home in Yuri's warmth.]