That soft affirmation sets a fire in Dimitri's gut. He takes his face in both hands, fingers tangling in his hair; throws a leg over his belly, and bears down into an open-mouthed kiss with a moan of satisfaction. He's leaner than he likely should be, but his weight is solid muscle, dense and warm.

When he has to break away, he catches Dedue's lip in his teeth, tugging briefly. "Like that?"