[ The noises are what wake him, slight as they are– the quiet, sharp intake of breath and the slippery sound of a hand sliding across flesh. Dimitri isn't sure he's fully awake at first. Dazed and tired from the weekend's events, he blinks blearily at the scene before him.
He watches, unsure if this is real, convinced that this is a strange dream– just a bit enraptured all the same.
When Dimitri finally speaks, still no more sure if this is a dream or something real, his voice is hoarse. ]
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He watches, unsure if this is real, convinced that this is a strange dream– just a bit enraptured all the same.
When Dimitri finally speaks, still no more sure if this is a dream or something real, his voice is hoarse. ]
What are you–