He barely needs to ask. Dimitri responds readily and vocally to Dedue's attention, moaning into his mouth, crying out and arching his back when Dedue moves to his neck. His hips jerk against Dedue's; his hands clutch at Dedue's shoulders. The back of his shirt strains, then tears. Dimitri hardly notices, dazed and drifting as he is. He'd known he wanted this. He hadn't realized just how badly.

He whines when Dedue pulls away, and nods frantically. A moment later, he remembers to gasp, "Yes -- please -- " He yanks at his shirt-collar, snapping off several buttons to bare more of his neck and shoulder. "Y-you can bite harder." Breathless, face burning, he adds, "You could pull my hair." If there's any doubt as to how he feels about the idea, his hips roll again as he admits it.