[Vanity has never been a particular concern of Caspar's, but he does crave praise and compliments at pretty much all times. His already-flushed face goes a little bit redder, and he hurries to shift and get his muscular thighs settled on Dimitri's shoulders, leaving him already almost pressed to Dimitri's face.
He threads his fingers back into Dimitri's hair - mostly just to ground himself as his pulse rises, but, inevitably, the grip of his hands in Dimitri's hair, ready to pull and direct whether Caspar has thought of that or not, may carry some suggestion of control.] Okay-- okay. C'mon.
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He threads his fingers back into Dimitri's hair - mostly just to ground himself as his pulse rises, but, inevitably, the grip of his hands in Dimitri's hair, ready to pull and direct whether Caspar has thought of that or not, may carry some suggestion of control.] Okay-- okay. C'mon.