“Ah,” Dedue breathes. Watching Dimitri be so vocally turned on, so enthusiastic about it being Dedue...

Dedue wonders if anyone else has ever seen this side of him, would even believe it existed. It feels like it’s just for him. Dimitri trusting him with this level of vulnerability, that’s something Dedue wants to treasure.

He weaves his fingers through Dimitri’s hair, turning blonde strands in his hand, and pulls back, keeping Dimitri’s neck exposed for him. And then he bites. Hard.