Dimitri sighs -- more of a shuddering whine -- and lets his hand drift higher. Dedue is softer than he is, padded where Dimitri's all wire and bone. And Dimitri wants to touch him, wants to, wants to --

-- it was probably too much to expect him to last very long. He is eighteen, and it is his first time. Everything is suddenly too much all at once. The world goes white, his body seizes, his toes curl; with a broken cry he comes into Dedue's hand and goes limp, slumped onto his lover's shoulder.