The castle in the air tended to attract skybound visitors. A hulking marvel of steel and glass, kept afloat by the latest technology, the castle would have caught the attention of even the most incurious.
A castle needed a prince and so there was one, no less fascinating as his floating abode.
At least, to some.
Dimitri didn't quite understand why Byleth kept coming back; surely a dragon had his pick of other majestic creatures with whom to slake his summer lust?
But for now this was enough. Byleth's weight on his lap, the taught hardness of muscles under surprisingly cool skin, a creature who can tear Dimitri to shreds if he wanted to, but chooses instead to do this.
Byleth's tongue was rough, like a cat's, and kissing him felt like the electric moment before lightning struck.
In essence Byleth's body wasn't too strange, too dissimilar to Dimitri's own, but the difference was what fascinated Dimitri. Byleth on his back, his shapely legs spread, inviting Dimitri to explore.
Ravage.
Claim.
Dimitri wanted all of him: the sharp intake of breath as Dimitri licked, sucked, nipped at Byleth's nipples; Byleth's nails scratching Dimitri's back as Dimitri moved downwards, his spit glistening on smooth pale skin, down to press his lips against Byleth's sex, at once strange and familiar.
'Please.'
Dimitri looked up to see lust-filled eyes, Byleth's voice not quite steady even though the expression on his face remained the same; calm and perfect as a marble saint. Dimitri wanted more. To see Byleth break; squirming with pleasure on Dimitri's cock.
Fleeting pain as Byleth bit Dimitri's earlobe, Byleth pulling back as Dimitri started to thrust inside, not quite able to keep a steady rhythm as Byleth's hips moved to meet his. It felt too good, won't stop feeling good, and Dimitri was probably gripping Byleth's waist too tightly, his movement too rough, but Byleth could easily kick Dimitri off if he wanted to.
Instead Byleth cried out, sharp and inhuman against Dimitri's ear; his beautiful and innocent face turning pink in the final moments of his passion; his cool insides shifting, tightening around Dimitri as if pulling him in and he was lost.
Both of them were lost in the moment. And Byleth was warm because Dimitri was warm, holding Dimitri close and running his fingers down Dimitri's back and licking, unceasingly fascinated with Dimitri's sweat.
[—-]
Byleth was leaning over Dimitri when he woke up.
'You're still here,' said Dimitri.
'I wanted to look at you.'
Something about Byleth at that moment made Dimitri think of kittens: soft and a little silly. He thought about it as Byleth slid out of bed, feet making clicking sounds against the wooden floor as he moved towards the window.
His eyes, Dimitri thought. The pupils were too black.
Despite his better judgement, Dimitri said, 'Will you stay for dinner?'
Byleth smiled and Dimitri forgot how to breathe. 'I have all the time in the world.'
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