[ 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. ]
[Well, it gets him to stop. It doesn't get him to take his hands away or anything, not yet, but it does get him to cease and desist for a moment. His breath catches, and his head jerks around.
He looks startled, though doesn't seem embarrassed or ashamed by the fact he is trying to get off in the presence of good company--only that he was caught doing it in front of royalty. Very improper! (Just that.)]
Di-Dimitri-sama...!
[His voice is a hoarsed whisper. He's not exactly sure what to do here. His body is obviously screaming to continue, but his brain is calling him a moron.]
I'm sorry...! It grows in the morning and... and Illumi-san said this is how you make it go away faster...!
[ Hizamaru doesn't stop, even once he notices Dimitri's gaze upon him– acknowledges it even. This isn't a dream, his body understands that before Dimitri does.
His body reacts to what he witnesses long before Dimitri does.
Silent panic overtakes his features, and he spares a look at Grune and Higekiri on the bed behind him, fast asleep.
Dimitri almost lunges forward on his hands and knees in an effort to block any view he other two might get if they happened to awaken. ]
Y-Yes but–! A cold shower will also suffice, what's more this isn't something you should do in anyone's presence.
[ Dimitri's voice is a stern whisper. He should look away, he should demand he stop and guide him elsewhere. Whatever he and his brother were they clearly weren't human, clearly did not understand human notions of propriety.
[Oh... There's a mild, quick change in his expression, like something on the verge of beginning to cry though out of shame rather than fear. He has done an oh-no in front of a lord, and he can't take it back.]
I... He didn't tell me... He said this was how to stop it...
[Maybe the lack of set-up instructions happened to be the downfall. But still! He doesn't... want to take his hand away even if it isn't moving. He doesn't mean to give poor Dimitri a demure look, but he wants to keep his head turned against the loveseat to face in that direction out of respect.]
[ Dimitri is gentle but urgent in how he hushes Hizamaru. He looks back over his shoulder, paying the two behind them an apprehensive look.
And then he looks back toward Hizamaru, conflicted– because he finds this whole thing to be perverted and improper, but can't help the way his own body reacts to seeing it, and likewise can't help the guilt that pools in the pit of his stomach when Dimitri realizes how this fuels his own arousal. ]
It goes faster if someone else does it for you.
[ It takes real effort not to turn away from Hizmaru's gaze.
Dimitri moves to sit on the very edge of the loveseat so that he's at a better angle while also still obscuring any view the other two may have. ]
[Oh no, Dimitri is coming over. Feeling a bit guilty, feeling way too long for the loveseat, he eases up into a bent-kneed sit across the couch as Dimitri gets there, trying to make room by his legs.
His eyes follow Dimitri's back to where Grune and Higekiri are in the bedroom, and the height of his face grows warm and red with shame. He doesn't think Higekiri would be angry, Grune either, but he doesn't want to wake them like he has woken Dimitri.]
N-no...! [His lashes lower over his eyes to somewhat hide them.] Illumi-san... used his mouth... I can't make... you do that for me...
[As if, like, a lord giving him a blowjob is worse than him trying to pleasure himself right in front of Dimitri's salad.]
I won't use my mouth... if that's what you prefer. But we seem to be at a crossroads and selfishly, this isn't a situation I would like to explain to the other two, as kind as they may be.
[ Dimitri leans forward, and he places his hand around Hizamaru's, the one wrapped around his erection. ]
We are friends.. are we not? The last time I partook in something like this was with a friend. So you need not worry about burdening me.
[ Gently, he pushes Hizamaru's hand to the side. Dimitri grasps him, hands naturally warm from just having woken up. His hand moves slowly, and though he is red in the face Dimitri keeps his eyes on Hizamaru. ]
[Quickly, his hand withdraws out of respect to let Dimitri in even if... that just causes him more mild embarrassment.] Someone like you... should...n't... [He isn't sure if chilly hands would have been better or worse, but warm hands light the heat below his navel.
Dimitri is unfortunately find he's... slick? The reason is wedged on the other side of him, the lube which he must have quietly got up to go sneak away from his bag.
He gasps softly and grabs Dimitri's wrist, but doesn't stop the hand from moving. Dimitri can watch him, but he won't lift his eyes. The thin brows pinch and quiver, like he's trying to decide if he wants to voice the pleasure. His lips part, but nothing comes out behind the sharp canines except a shaky exhale.]
[ His hand moves faster now, voice still just barely a whisper. Dimitri dips his head down, just so he can peer up at Hizamaru and offer him a sheepish smile.
These sorts of things are hardly his forte, but he knows enough to get the job done. Hizamaru's guilt seems to outweigh Dimitri's own, and that comforts him in its own way. ]
Are you having trouble keeping quiet? Should I.. do something?
[ "something" is a nebulous offer, he knows there are a decent number of somethings he could do but his mind races– distracted by adrenaline, anxiety and his own arousal.
he can't pick, and so he looks half-heartedly for guidance. ]
[When Dimitri's face comes into view, the whole of his own flushes all over.] Mm... [For now, he shakes his head, though it doesn't seem to be in refusal, only uncertainty. The two of them are bad at this right now, but it's fine.
The quick hand is enough to keep him reeled in while he tries to think. There's so much he wants to do in the chaos, and yet, this body only leans him into the back of the loveseat and folds open his legs a little wider. When Dimitri's hand comes down, his hips rise to meet it, and he hums long and low in the back of his throat.
After a moment, he pulls Dimitri's hand away from himself by the wrist, and he's careful when he climbs down off the couch to the floor, when he pushes up between Dimitri's thighs.
In a surprisingly timid and airy voice, he whispers,] Please, let me try.
[ They seem to have only just found their rhythm when Hizamaru pries himself out of Dimitri's grip. He stares, wide-eyed as the other man moves to place himself between Dimitri's legs. ]
N-No, please stand– it's quite alright.
[ That face he makes, the way his voice is both so pleading and shy at once– it exacerbates his guilt and want in equal parts. ]
Not with the others... and it's pointless with someone like me. I can't– I never..
[For the moment, Hizamaru doesn't try to invade Dimitri's body with his hands. His lashes lower a bit, respectful.]
I will be quiet.
I haven't tried myself yet... [His voice is still low, mostly so they don't wake Higekiri or Grune in the bedroom.] I don't want to fall behind. If you would allow me... to learn. I don't mind if it's you. Because we're friends.
If you would please tell me what makes you feel good.
[ Again, he looks over his shoulder toward the bed– he's not sure if moving this elsewhere would cause more of a rukus and he's afraid to try.
So for now he decides to try and manage this as best as he can, where they already are. ]
I've had... difficulty maintaining my– and.. finishing. I've been like this for quite some time, so even despite your best efforts I'm afraid the results would be disappointing at best.
[Oh? Oh. He looks surprised. Not judgemental, strangely, or even worried, only surprised. How weird! Even a human's body does odd things and won't react the way it's supposed to at all.]
Do you...?
[But he doesn't finish whatever he had planned to say. He doesn't think it would be fair to shoehorn this lord into something uncomfortable. There's a difference between wanting to try and not being ready to try.
Briefly, he glances toward the bedroom, brows together, and then he slowly looks back to Dimitri.]
We could... together. Do you want to watch me? You can, too, while you watch.
[ The indecision is overwhelming, and Dimitri swallows his shame if only for the moment so that he might find a less horrifying way to attend to this situation. ]
Wait, just a moment.
[ Dimitri crawls off the couch, and pulls one of the blankets from his bed on the floor. When he returns he drapes it over the both of them, obscuring them from view even if it is very apparent what's going on underneath.
This seemed easier than guiding Hizamaru elsewhere, because Dimitri has half a braincell in this moment. ]
Do you.. want me to watch?
[ Shielded by their poor excuse of a fort Dimitri seems to calm some, though the embarrassment colors his cheeks all the same. ]
My intentions were only to help you soothe your own.. aches.
[ He just accidentally got horny in the process. ]
[Oh, good idea! Dimitri is such a smart boy, having half a braincell to Hizamaru's no braincell at all. He waits for Dimitri to return with the blanket; it's fun in a game sort of way. They're hiding? He doesn't know why, but it's fine.]
I don't mind if you watch.
[This time when he gets back on the couch, he slides his folded legs beneath Dimitri's own so that Dimitri is essentially almost sitting in his lap, or the space between his knees and thighs. Dimitri's own legs are bridged over his waist. Everything is in clear view still, and Hizamaru is still unfortunately very aroused.]
You can join if you want. [He takes Dimitri's hand and guides it back down to himself, urging the fingers around.] I liked it. I like it when you touch me this way.
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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–
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He looks startled, though doesn't seem embarrassed or ashamed by the fact he is trying to get off in the presence of good company--only that he was caught doing it in front of royalty. Very improper! (Just that.)]
Di-Dimitri-sama...!
[His voice is a hoarsed whisper. He's not exactly sure what to do here. His body is obviously screaming to continue, but his brain is calling him a moron.]
I'm sorry...! It grows in the morning and... and Illumi-san said this is how you make it go away faster...!
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His body reacts to what he witnesses long before Dimitri does.
Silent panic overtakes his features, and he spares a look at Grune and Higekiri on the bed behind him, fast asleep.
Dimitri almost lunges forward on his hands and knees in an effort to block any view he other two might get if they happened to awaken. ]
Y-Yes but–! A cold shower will also suffice, what's more this isn't something you should do in anyone's presence.
[ Dimitri's voice is a stern whisper. He should look away, he should demand he stop and guide him elsewhere. Whatever he and his brother were they clearly weren't human, clearly did not understand human notions of propriety.
And yet, all Dimitri can do is watch. ]
Did Illumi fail to inform you of this?
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I... He didn't tell me... He said this was how to stop it...
[Maybe the lack of set-up instructions happened to be the downfall. But still! He doesn't... want to take his hand away even if it isn't moving. He doesn't mean to give poor Dimitri a demure look, but he wants to keep his head turned against the loveseat to face in that direction out of respect.]
What do I do...? It feels... good.
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[ Dimitri is gentle but urgent in how he hushes Hizamaru. He looks back over his shoulder, paying the two behind them an apprehensive look.
And then he looks back toward Hizamaru, conflicted– because he finds this whole thing to be perverted and improper, but can't help the way his own body reacts to seeing it, and likewise can't help the guilt that pools in the pit of his stomach when Dimitri realizes how this fuels his own arousal. ]
It goes faster if someone else does it for you.
[ It takes real effort not to turn away from Hizmaru's gaze.
Dimitri moves to sit on the very edge of the loveseat so that he's at a better angle while also still obscuring any view the other two may have. ]
If you will allow it.. I can–
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[Oh no, Dimitri is coming over. Feeling a bit guilty, feeling way too long for the loveseat, he eases up into a bent-kneed sit across the couch as Dimitri gets there, trying to make room by his legs.
His eyes follow Dimitri's back to where Grune and Higekiri are in the bedroom, and the height of his face grows warm and red with shame. He doesn't think Higekiri would be angry, Grune either, but he doesn't want to wake them like he has woken Dimitri.]
N-no...! [His lashes lower over his eyes to somewhat hide them.] Illumi-san... used his mouth... I can't make... you do that for me...
[As if, like, a lord giving him a blowjob is worse than him trying to pleasure himself right in front of Dimitri's salad.]
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[ Dimitri leans forward, and he places his hand around Hizamaru's, the one wrapped around his erection. ]
We are friends.. are we not? The last time I partook in something like this was with a friend. So you need not worry about burdening me.
[ Gently, he pushes Hizamaru's hand to the side. Dimitri grasps him, hands naturally warm from just having woken up. His hand moves slowly, and though he is red in the face Dimitri keeps his eyes on Hizamaru. ]
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[Quickly, his hand withdraws out of respect to let Dimitri in even if... that just causes him more mild embarrassment.] Someone like you... should...n't... [He isn't sure if chilly hands would have been better or worse, but warm hands light the heat below his navel.
Dimitri is unfortunately find he's... slick? The reason is wedged on the other side of him, the lube which he must have quietly got up to go sneak away from his bag.
He gasps softly and grabs Dimitri's wrist, but doesn't stop the hand from moving. Dimitri can watch him, but he won't lift his eyes. The thin brows pinch and quiver, like he's trying to decide if he wants to voice the pleasure. His lips part, but nothing comes out behind the sharp canines except a shaky exhale.]
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[ His hand moves faster now, voice still just barely a whisper. Dimitri dips his head down, just so he can peer up at Hizamaru and offer him a sheepish smile.
These sorts of things are hardly his forte, but he knows enough to get the job done. Hizamaru's guilt seems to outweigh Dimitri's own, and that comforts him in its own way. ]
Are you having trouble keeping quiet? Should I.. do something?
[ "something" is a nebulous offer, he knows there are a decent number of somethings he could do but his mind races– distracted by adrenaline, anxiety and his own arousal.
he can't pick, and so he looks half-heartedly for guidance. ]
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The quick hand is enough to keep him reeled in while he tries to think. There's so much he wants to do in the chaos, and yet, this body only leans him into the back of the loveseat and folds open his legs a little wider. When Dimitri's hand comes down, his hips rise to meet it, and he hums long and low in the back of his throat.
After a moment, he pulls Dimitri's hand away from himself by the wrist, and he's careful when he climbs down off the couch to the floor, when he pushes up between Dimitri's thighs.
In a surprisingly timid and airy voice, he whispers,] Please, let me try.
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N-No, please stand– it's quite alright.
[ That face he makes, the way his voice is both so pleading and shy at once– it exacerbates his guilt and want in equal parts. ]
Not with the others... and it's pointless with someone like me. I can't– I never..
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I will be quiet.
I haven't tried myself yet... [His voice is still low, mostly so they don't wake Higekiri or Grune in the bedroom.] I don't want to fall behind. If you would allow me... to learn. I don't mind if it's you. Because we're friends.
If you would please tell me what makes you feel good.
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[ Again, he looks over his shoulder toward the bed– he's not sure if moving this elsewhere would cause more of a rukus and he's afraid to try.
So for now he decides to try and manage this as best as he can, where they already are. ]
I've had... difficulty maintaining my– and.. finishing. I've been like this for quite some time, so even despite your best efforts I'm afraid the results would be disappointing at best.
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Do you...?
[But he doesn't finish whatever he had planned to say. He doesn't think it would be fair to shoehorn this lord into something uncomfortable. There's a difference between wanting to try and not being ready to try.
Briefly, he glances toward the bedroom, brows together, and then he slowly looks back to Dimitri.]
We could... together. Do you want to watch me? You can, too, while you watch.
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Wait, just a moment.
[ Dimitri crawls off the couch, and pulls one of the blankets from his bed on the floor. When he returns he drapes it over the both of them, obscuring them from view even if it is very apparent what's going on underneath.
This seemed easier than guiding Hizamaru elsewhere, because Dimitri has half a braincell in this moment. ]
Do you.. want me to watch?
[ Shielded by their poor excuse of a fort Dimitri seems to calm some, though the embarrassment colors his cheeks all the same. ]
My intentions were only to help you soothe your own.. aches.
[ He just accidentally got horny in the process. ]
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I don't mind if you watch.
[This time when he gets back on the couch, he slides his folded legs beneath Dimitri's own so that Dimitri is essentially almost sitting in his lap, or the space between his knees and thighs. Dimitri's own legs are bridged over his waist. Everything is in clear view still, and Hizamaru is still unfortunately very aroused.]
You can join if you want. [He takes Dimitri's hand and guides it back down to himself, urging the fingers around.] I liked it. I like it when you touch me this way.
Thank you for helping me.