Dimitri promptly nips at Dedue's lip again, then kisses him, catching any sound he makes in his mouth. He wants Dedue to moan again; he wants to do anything and everything to make that noise happen.

"I like your voice," he says breathily. Another kiss, this time to Dedue's cheek, then the base of his jaw, then his neck. "May I -- may I bite your neck?" Dimitri's face heats. "May I put my mouth on your chest?"