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[Between the two of them it seems like Dimitri is a little more the one hurried. With Hol's parted lips his tongue quickly takes dominance over his mouth, tasting nothing but fighting for it anyway. His hips roll and his still covered erection rubs up against Hol once more. It's a teasing touch, promising so much more.

Dimitri parts Hol's thighs wider so he can fit between them easier, a hand going to his own pants to pull at the drawstring keeping them up. He pulls on it and once untangled they fall to the floor leaving his lower half nude. It's only then he breaks the kiss and when he pulls back there is a delicious amount of mixed drool connecting their lips for a moment.]

How much do you like your own pants?

[Just a tiny bit more hurried, but Hol's always been more the type to roll with the punches and let whoever he's with set the pace. Had he expected him to be this hurried? Nah. But it's whatever to him at this point. Admittedly, the dominance thing is cute and he could fight back against him in reality, but he's more doing it for show and letting him win.

The hip roll is what catches his breath in his throat, trying to push back against him only with a frustrated noise muffled against his mouth. So much for not being hurried.

God, none of that should be hot and yet he's focusing on his mouth before registering the words with a low huff.]

Don't give a fuck 'bout the pants under it, but lemme at least get the chaps off, those cost a pretty penny. [Says the man that is fumbling with his belt for far too long before he gets it off and is kicking his boots with the spurs off and managing to wiggle out of both pairs of pants. Of course he's not wearing any sort of underwear, why would he?

It's plenty obvious once he's revealed that he's almost entirely hard by this point, a shiver running along his spine as the air hits his cock.]

That... should do it. [There's still that ridiculous flap that he's kind of sitting on, but that's part of his shirt and he can't really be fucked to mess with the rest of his clothing right now. In fact, he's going to take the hold he had on Dimitri to pull him back for a kiss, not even bothering to play coy and make him have to get access to his mouth again.]

[If Dimitri was being honest he didn't want Hol to take his pants off. He was going to rip them off and get this going quicker but instead the man insisted on taking them off. It took longer than he wanted and so he distracted himself with touching himself to stay hard. Being that this was the thing that got him in trouble in the first place his face was pretty red the entire time and anytime Hol would peak a look at him he'd turn away. Was that something he should maybe talk about? Probably but he wasn't going to.]

Finally. Promise not to wear those pants again, they take too long to take off [He manages to get out what he wanted to before he's pulled back into kisses. This is a quick fuck, something to distract them both, it doesn't have to mean anything. At least that's what Dimitri keeps telling himself as he kisses Hol, a pleased moan leaving his lips.

Not wasting more time he slides his hands under Hol's bare ass, picking him up with ease and carrying him back to the bedroom. Of course there is a firm squeeze on the way there, Dimitri can appreciate a good ass. Once in the bedroom he drops Hol onto the bed and rummages in his closet for a bottle of lube he threw in there earlier.]

If it's too much at all...tell me, understood?

[Hey, he'll learn to not do that in the future. Probably. Unless he purposefully wants to annoy Dimitri, which is quite possible of a thing. He wouldn't call himself a brat, but sometimes you have the urge to do stupid things that win you stupid prizes. At least he wouldn't go for the chaps again if he had an inkling of what might coming his way.

He's certainly enjoying watching him touch himself like that, especially with his turning away when he noticed. It's cute, in a weird sort of embarrassed way. Not that he'd say that aloud, not right now.]

Didn't expect to be fucked when I came over.

[Is what he manages to get out in response as he'd gone right back to the kisses. A quick fuck is always the intention with him, no strings attached, but he's yet to be able to pull that off here. It's almost as if that's not how any of this goes. But he's not going to really ponder on it as he lightly digs blunt nails into his back, nothing to really hurt, but enough to feel something, he hopes.

He startles a bit as he's picked up and carried, not breaking the kiss during it, but certainly clinging tighter to make sure he doesn't manage to worm his way out of his grip. It's not often that he runs into someone that can pick him up, especially someone that can pick him up so easily.

Once on the bed, however, he's stretching and wiggling out of the last bit of his clothing to toss off to the side for now. No sense in potentially getting his shirts wrecked, after all and he has time while Dimitri is rummaging around.]

You got it, boss. I doubt it'll get too much, though. [He's dealt with something similar enough that with lube, he's certain he'll be fine. There's no stress in this situation and he can absolutely relax into it, which is better than he can say the last time he deal with a similar dick.

Also just ignore the pop as he gets a rather nice arch in his back, it was probably needed.]

I didn't think I'd be fucking either but...here we are

[While his words sound anything but enthusiastic, he is actually looking forward to this a little bit. His azure gleam didn't miss out on the way Hol's muscles moved and contracted as he took his clothing off. The man was really attractive and only a little smaller than Dedue it seemed. That thought alone had him very excited. Hol wasn't small either where it mattered but that could be for another time. Right now Hol was set on taking his own dick, as nervous as he was about that.

The bottle of lube was tossed on the bed, landing next to Hol's bare thigh. Those thighs were teasing Dimitri and he really wanted to bite and mark them up. climbing onto the bed he straddled Hol, a hand running up and down his thigh as he took a closer look at him.]

Please don't call me boss....just Dimitri is fine.[His own cock is erect as he keeps touching Hol's thigh. He removes one hand to touch himself, slow long strokes as his eyes eat up Hol's form.]

[Wouldn't be the first time he hasn't heard enthusiasm from someone, either. He knows what this is about, or, well thinks he knows what this is about. He's been wrong plenty of times in the past and he's certain he'll keep being wrong in the future. A pleasant surprise, perhaps.

He spares a glance at the bottle for a second before his attention focuses back on Dimitri, a lazy and far too cat-caught-the-canary esque grin playing on his lips. His thighs are probably one of the only places he doesn't currently have any scars or marks on. The skin far, far softer than any of the rest of his body.]

Didn't mean it like that, but gotcha. [Boss could mean a number of things to him, but he supposed it didn't really mean the same where Dimitri's from. Not that that fact surprises him by any stretch of the imagination.]

Take your time~ [It's not like he has anywhere he needs to be, hell, even if it's just his thigh being touched right now, he can still get a nice view of him jerking himself off. His own hands are finding purchase on the sheets beneath him for now, knowing he'll probably need them later. That and he's quite curious to what Dimitri will do if he refuses to touch anything for now.

It might annoy him later, but he's certainly pissed himself off worse in the past.]

Guess you like what you see if you're doing all that, I'll take that as a win. [Shut up, Hol.]

[Oh, letting Hol speak is for sure going to be a problem. He's attractive, very, but the comments aren't needed and Dimitri does stop touching himself and sits back on his knees. He gives Hol a bit of a raised brown and crosses his arms as he looks at him.]

Do I need to get your mouth busy again? [Hol looks pretty comfortable and while Dimitri wouldn't mind moving him he's gonna let this slide]

You do look rather pretty laying there, perhaps another time. [Is that an invitation to more than this already? Maybe. Who know, not Dimitri.

He does grab the bottle of lube and spurts a decently big dollop onto his hand and coats his fingers before leaning closer and practically straddling Hol. His lubed up fingers press against his entrance, not pushing in but just teasing. His other hand is slicked up and he wraps it around Hol's cock, giving him a few slow strokes.] I wonder how pretty you can get for me. Shall we test this?

[Generally letting him speak at all is a problem, good thing he's figuring this out now. But man does he hate when he stops and sits back again, that grin fading into a frown. He fucked up again somehow, didn't he?

He glances away for the moment, brow furrowed at the question.] Seems to be the consensus. [On him talking too much, that is. Luckily he doesn't get to sulk for too long as he's moving again and he's already arching his back to try and press further into those teasing fingers or into his hand. Which part it is is anyone's guess, but he knows full well that his cock is already about as hard as it can get.]

Wouldn't mind at all~ [He manages in a far breathier tone that before, really glad he grabbed those sheets when he could. Dimitri can... probably already see why he has no doubts on being able to deal with his cock, given he's already trying to force himself onto those fingers. An impatient man always and forever.]

[Oh those breathy words are exactly the reaction that Dimitri wanted to hear. He grins a little as he leans down to kiss at Hol's exposed chest. His mouth lingers on an exposed nipple, tongue flicking at the bud before taking it into his mouth and sucking on it.

Is he going to let Hol speed anything up? Not at all. Despite the man trying to push down onto his fingers he doesn't offer any other pressure than what he was already doing. His hand around Hol's cock does tighten his grip a fraction, not aiming to hurt but to get him to realize he's trapped here now and it's going to be a bit of a long haul.]

You sound lovely, Hol.[He looks up at him from his spot sucking marks onto Hol's chest, eyes fluttering a little in enjoyment and a touch of dramatic flare. Oh yes Dimitri is teasing him a little extra. He knows his own pretty long blond lashes gives him an extra lovely look when he's marking another.]

[Oh, that's entirely unfair. If he can't push onto his fingers then perhaps just trying to push his chest against him will suffice for now. A shudder runs along his spine before he's finally letting go of the sheets to instead try and tangle in Dimitri's hair. He's not trying to pull or anything of that nature, but he wants to touch something if he's going to be stuck like this for some time.

A low whine catches in the back of his throat, breath already coming a little faster than he'd meant for it to. He knows he's going nowhere by this point, even without the extra pressure on his dick. But it's a great way to get him to stop his attempts of getting him to do more.

He's at his mercy and he'll try and roll with it for as long as he can, knowing full well that his skin holds marks quite well despite the years of scars. If Dimitri's paying enough attention, he's probably noticed some new ones by this point, specifically the two puncture-looking ones nearest his neck and the long and seemingly deep ones from the top of his outer thighs to his waist. It's probably fine, don't question it.]

Shit... Ain't... ain't fair lookin' that pretty. [The words are hard to get out, but at least he means what he says?]

[The push against his lips has him practically glowing. Hol is going to be very fun, Dimitri can tell already. He lets the man whine all he wants, its a pleasing sound to his ears. ] I never said I'd play fair with you, Hol.

[Teasing Hol more, Dimitri does put a bit of pressure against him, letting one single finger press far enough in to fuck him. It's not enough and Dimitri knows that too, a single finger is never going to be enough but he slowly fucks him on that finger anyway, pulling back enough to watch the expressions on Hol's face. He matches his thrusts with the slow rhythm of the strokes to Hol's cock.] How's this? Tell me Hol, don't hold back.

[Despite his attitude saying otherwise, it's plainly clear that this man is practically putty in his hands if pushed in just the right ways.] Shouldn't... have assumed, huh? [At least he doesn't sound mad about it, which is better than the alternatively.

That one finger isn't going to really do shit for him and it's clear that while he's still tight that one finger isn't really remotely the upper limits to what he can take. Especially combined with the frustrated groan upon realizing that he's going to take his sweet-ass time with this. It's not... bad, since he'll at least make sure he won't have a problem when it comes to the actual dick, but when his mind is already hazy and wanting more, it's easy to wear on his nerves.

Once he's moving is when he has some sort of relief from the teasing, trying to find a way to press into either the finger or his hand if given half the chance.]

Not... not enough. [He gets out in a hiss, all the bite of a posturing rattlesnake in his tone. A warning, but not enough to bite.] Ain't... ain't remotely what I can take.

I bet you could take two of me if you really tried. Don't worry Hol, I shall make this fun for both of us.

[At the end of his words is when he adds in another finger into him. The pace is still slow, just enough for some sensation but not nearly enough for either of them to ever hope to get off on. He does scissor his fingers every so often, watching the movements of Hol's face and enjoying every expression he makes. It's fascinating to have this relative stranger like this below him, it's a type of control and power he's never really felt like he had over another, not even as king. He doesn't hate it.]

Let me hear that lovely voice of yours again. Moan for me Hol. [It's not a command but the way he teases a third finger is almost as if it was a threat.]

Don't think I'd go that far... [He's really not sure if he could, though the idea is pretty hot, he will give him that much. He's pretty damn sure if something like that ever happened he'd be unable to move for a few days and sore as shit, but that's what you get when you push yourself too far. It'd be worth it, at least.

The second finger is eagerly welcomed, body wanting anything to try and get some sort of relief from the heat in his stomach. Anything to dull that ache of want he's trying so hard to keep under control. He's a patient man, normally, but when it comes to the more carnal? Any idea of patience is pretty much thrown out the window the second he's riled up.

For the most part, there's always exceptions if he's purposefully trying to tease a partner, but now he's on the other side of it and he's cursing every second of every time he ever teased someone.

Lovely voice? Pft, it's rarely ever called that. But if he wants him to be vocal like that, he guesses he has no reason to try and keep things relatively under control. It's even easier when he's being teased with that third finger and cannot help a mix of the most pitiful whine and moan as his body tries desperately to get him to use it.]

Come on, two ain't doing shit... [He sure can whine if given the chance to.]

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