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Dimitri was filled with joy and relief as he awakened to find Lorenz in his arms. Did his smile make him look ridiculous? Yes it did, children would have been disturbed by the sight. Did he care? No he did not, to open his eyes and have them set on the vision of loveliness that was Lorenz was perfection. He looked adorable laying over his chest using his heart as a cushion. Soft breaths brushed against his skin sending spirals of bliss up his spine. Dimitri planned to swallow those precious breaths and make them the air he needed to live, the moment he opened his eyes. Gentleness was not a natural manner he possessed. It took great concentration to run his fingers through Lorenz's hair without disturbing him.
Lorenz groaned as he woke up from his deep slumber. Erotic adventures had tried him out more than he had realised. Awakening from deep sleep was bothersome, a grogginess created a blurred film over the eyes and added lead to the limbs. There was a grimace as he peeled his static strands off Dimitri's sweaty chest. Sleeping on Dimitri was akin to sleeping on a boiler, the man radiated with heat.
"Morning beautiful." Dimitri's sweaty palms enveloped his cheeks and dragged his face towards him before brandishing him with a sloppy, lip tugging kiss.
"The room seems rather bright. What time is it?" Lorenz wiped the messy kiss from his lips on the sweat dampened cushion. He felt unclean, filthy and sullied as he caught a whiff of himself. There was nothing about smelling of another man's heat that he enjoyed. He wanted sweetly scented oils, water and soap. It was more of a need than a want. The required level of polish had slipped down to unacceptable levels.
"Does it matter? I could feint illness and we could spend the day together in bed." Dimitri was desperate for morning snuggles. He wrapped his powerful arms around Lorenz and clamped him to his chest.
"For goodness sake Dimitri!" Lorenz had adopted his best nagging tone as he was squished in an embrace. "You are the king! You cannot just take a sick day. You cannot bunk off war." Dimitri whined, a noise similar to a wounded animal. "You are probably right. Duty comes before pleasure, no matter how badly I want to keep my cock warm inside you all day long."
Lorenz wasn't sure about the desire of Dimitri's to cock warm. To feel stuffed all day long could be rather uncomfortable. "Until peace is achieved our time is not our own." He stretched out of the embrace to reach for a pocket watch on the bedside table. A glance at the face revealed that they made missed breakfast. "Oh no we are late for breakfast. What must people think of us?" He rolled out of Dimitri's arms and slipped out of the bed , a drowsy grimace plastered on his face.
"I do not care what people think." Dimitri twisted his body so that his meaty calves hung out of the bed. With a grunt of effort he erected his body upright. "I want to exhibit my love for you publicly. Let people stare as I devour your lips. Let them gasp as I fuck you in your fancy armour. Let them gossip Lorenz, no words can hurt us."
Lorenz's eyes widened as Dimitri's secret exhibition kink was revealed. He wanted people to witness their most intimate moments? It was a lot to digest. "What is this dark erotic side you are suddenly exposing to me? I do not think I can handle it " He buried his head in his palms and gripped a few strands of hair which has fallen in front of his face. "This whole morning feels like a hangover."
"Sorry is it a bit much? I know I can be quite intense." Dimitri launched himself out of the bed, unashamed by his glistening sweaty nudity. "Would a cup of tea and some biscuits make you feel better? " He sought out a tea caddy containing a breakfast blend. There was a clanging of tins as he fumbled through several drawers.
"Yes, that would be nice. Tea and biscuits before a day of work and training." Lorenz was glad for the return to normality . Dimitri's fantasies seemed to be from another dimension,. He reached for his underwear but was unable to start clothing because they were soon snatched from his grasp. "Can I keep your underwear?" When Dimitri posed the question, Lorenz felt that he had been sent hurtling back to the strange kink dimension where hidden fantasies were abundant. " I have been adorning my underwear. I assure you it is not pleasant."
Dimitri figured that Lorenz wasn't keen on exchanging underwear because of his fondness for cleanliness. "You do not have to keep mine. The smell of them may offend you.." He embraced the undergarments, eager for permission to keep them. "However I would like to keep something intimate of yours."
Lorenz sighed as he took control of the tea making. He wasn't going to drink tea made by something holding fabric stained with the smell of private regions. The choice of tea was uninspiring but it would do. "Fine, you may keep my underwear as a souvenir. Do with them what you will. Just do not tell anyone whom they belong to."
Soon the tea was poured and normality seemed to be returning yet again. "I need to give you a lesson about tea. The tea leaves you have are substandard. They have little flavour or aroma." Lorenz was not afraid to criticise the king's taste. Surely someone of a high standing would buy the best, be cultured enough to know what the best was. Dimitri certainly wasn't a normal high class noble. Then again the Kingdom's nobles were a strange bunch. Felix seemed permanently grumpy and anti social , those behaviour hardly endeared one to the common folk. Sylvain was more interested in using one woman after another instead of being responsible and respectable. Ingrid had high standards of chivalry and virtue however she was not very ladylike or polished.
"I would be happy to browse the marketplace with you. You see, my taste and sense of smell were damaged due to fire. Since the Tragedy of Duscur my tastebuds focus on texture rather than flavour." Dimitri wished he had offered refreshment more to Lorenz's liking. It hurt that the elegant noble seemed dissatisfied with his hospitality .
"My humblest apologies, I do not know. It wasn't my intention to bring back bad memories. Please do ignore my fussiness and pretentious tastes. Do the dining hall staff know?" Lorena did feel guilty despite Dimitri's good grace. He reached over and rested a comforting hand on his shoulder. Dimitri responded with a shake of the head. " No, only you and Flayn know. No one would sample her cooking. I volunteered and offered her encouragement. I couldn't keep the ruse up so I confessed to her about my lack of taste. She was not offended."
Lorenz was rather touched by the fact he knew something very few did. It would be his personal mission to find a tea which could truly excite Dimitri. Oh yes it would take many tea breaks but it would be worth it to enrich his life with fine tea. "That is a shame. I cannot imagine living without the enjoyment of a cup of tea." Dimitri shrugged his shoulders, Lorenz seemed more bothered about it than he was. Perhaps it was because he had gotten use to it. He did appreciate the caring hand delicately placed on his shoulders with skin unlike his own. If Lorenz's skin was tissue paper scented with rose petals then his was the bark of a tree.
"I appreciate your sympathy, I really do. Do not worry yourself about me. I have learnt to adjust and appreciate food in a different way. Let me give you an example: your lips are cherished because they are soft, they move sensually like satin and silk combined in a new super fabric. You tremble slightly when I kiss you, like the kiss has possessed every part of you. You make sweet little 'mmm' sounds and your neck vibrates slightly. Your eyes soften and close into half slits, dreamy half slits. "
Lorenz cleared his throat feeling rather embarrassed by the intimate description of kissing. "It is nice that you pay attention to all those subtleties." He reached for the rest of his clothing and started to dress. It was hastily done, without bothering with alignment or polish. He wanted to be clothed, just in case someone like Dedue or Gilbert came for Dimitri. "I am going to sneak out. Do not follow me out. Wait at least five minutes before departing. You may want to flaunt me around. That cannot happen! If my father discovers that I have been engaging in sexual liaisons with another man I dread to think what he would do. He expects me to have a noble wife who will sire high calibre heirs and benefit House Gloucester."
Dimitri frowned, it seemed that crest culture was interfering in his life again. With bloodlines weakening and those with crests dwindling he could only hope time would eradicate such a oppressive system.