[ 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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[ 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.