you say the hill's too steep to climb [closed]

[prince_of_beasts]

WHO: Dimitri & CR
WHAT: flower hour aftermath
WHERE: around the ship, the cottage
WHEN: early September
WARNINGS: discussion of codependency, self-destructive behavior, & psychosis; violent nightmares

you pick the place and i'll choose the time (dedue)

Dimitri needs a few days of his own to recuperate; to let the worry bleed away, to let his mind settle back into shape and place.

But then -- well -- he misses Dedue. Not out of any fear; Dimitri just ... misses him. Misses the textured silences, the way his forehead pinches at the buffet food, the sound of his voice when Dimitri can provoke a laugh. Misses all their little rituals and rhythms.

He catches Dedue on the Promenade, calls out to him, and then has to do an uncomfortable half-jog up to speaking distance (how close should he stand? Oh, this is awful).

"I wondered -- would you like to eat together? And perhaps watch one of the documentaries?"

They've both seen the whole sequence half-a-dozen times by now, but if Dedue minds that's news to Dimitri.

and i'll climb that hill in my own way (ossie)

In a text sent to Ossie:
I'm sorry
About everything
Can I talk to you
?
In sand dollars or where ever you prefer

Dimitri just wants to offer neutral ground.

and as i rise above the treeline and the clouds (giles)

For his first few nights in the cottage, Dimitri sleeps dark and deep. He's exhausted beyond dreaming, grateful just to crumple into a real bed, to breathe air not thick with salt. It's a shallow respite, though, and it can't last.

Dimitri's nightmares are quiet, and still. It's for the best. Thrashing in his sleep would quickly prove destructive, if not lethal. So there's no outward disturbance when they start again - only, in the small hours of the morning, a pulse of abject terror from the guest room.

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[glassaxolotl]

“Please,” Dedue rasps. His heart threatens to beat out of his chest. He still doesn’t know how to handle the praise that Dimitri is willing to shower him in. It disorients him, makes him dizzy. He needs the bed to anchor him back to gravity.

[prince_of_beasts]

Where should he start?

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.

[glassaxolotl]

Dedue gasps as his lip catches, and he rolls his hips enthusiastically. Remembering not to keep everything to himself, he mumbles “...l-liked that.”

He parts his lips wider and lets Dimitri’s tongue in.

[prince_of_beasts]

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?"

[glassaxolotl]

In response, he moans again.

He enjoys the weight of Dimitri on top of him. The eager joy of Dimitri’s movements allows Dedue to push to the sidelines the embarrassment and shame that naturally arises whenever he is the center of attention. It’s still there, in the corner of his mind, but it’s distant, submerged in fog.

“It’s good...” he assures Dimitri.

[prince_of_beasts]

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?"

[glassaxolotl]

“Yes please,” Dedue mumbles.

[prince_of_beasts]

Dimitri finds a spot a shirt-collar can easily cover, and carefully closes his teeth on Dedue's neck, sucking at the skin.

[glassaxolotl]

Dedue jerks as teeth clamp down on sensitive skin. “H- Hahhh,” he whimpers. The noise turns into a needy wail. Much louder than he’d been before.

[prince_of_beasts]

A sympathetic shiver runs down Dimitri's spine. His voice comes out hoarse, breathy. "Is that good?"