He bends to kiss Dedue's sternum. His hand settles on the soft curve of Dedue's chest as Dimitri leans up to kiss the hollow between his collarbones; then his throat, the side of his neck, the soft spot beneath his jaw, every one of the scars on his face, and, finally, his mouth. He's still not very good at it -- one of his teeth catches on Dedue's lip -- but maybe that's alright.
He cups Dedue's cheek in his free hand, and kisses him again, and again, and again, as gently as he knows how. His tongue brushes Dedue's lower lip (he's learning!); if Dedue lets him, he deepens the kiss, sighing wetly.
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He bends to kiss Dedue's sternum. His hand settles on the soft curve of Dedue's chest as Dimitri leans up to kiss the hollow between his collarbones; then his throat, the side of his neck, the soft spot beneath his jaw, every one of the scars on his face, and, finally, his mouth. He's still not very good at it -- one of his teeth catches on Dedue's lip -- but maybe that's alright.
He cups Dedue's cheek in his free hand, and kisses him again, and again, and again, as gently as he knows how. His tongue brushes Dedue's lower lip (he's learning!); if Dedue lets him, he deepens the kiss, sighing wetly.