and … cue his trademark 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑘. god, he loved seeing dimitri like this.
“for you, dimitri? i’d let you do just about anything you wanted.” turning over to face him, well—toned torso on full display. “c’mere, blondie. i’m all yours.”
he quickly snaps out of it, but doesn't look away.
moving closer to claude now, eyeing him back in the mirror. “h-hm, you know i'd like more than just to touch.. may i?”
not flinching, though that pit in his stomach is 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑦 affected. curling a hand up to ruffle dedue’s hair, then pecking his lips.
“so strong …” kissing him again, more slowly this time. “do it again.”
eyeing him through the mirror, chuckling …
i see you back there, 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝘩𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠. all you’ve gotta do if you want to touch is ask, y’ know.
flexing his back a little extra for the blond.