[ The assessment pulls a soft, breathless little laugh from Yuri. He feels so light that he might just drift away, were Dimitri not holding him so closely. ]
It was...
[ One day, he might tell Dimitri that was his first go at it. For now, though, his fingers loose somewhat, unsure whether he may have held on too tightly when he'd been caught up in the moment. ]
And here you doubted your leadership.
[ Followed by the quirk of a smile on his lips. Teasing. ]
[ The way Dimitri is already speaking in terms of somehow asking too much of him has Yuri convinced it's impossible for him to do so. He's nothing at all like people in his past who didn't ask and demanded instead.
Now he does draw back, just enough to meet Dimitri's gaze and hold it. ]
[ Dimitri leans into that second guess with a low sigh and embraces Yuri, pulling him closer. He cradles him almost reverently and just seems to bask in his presence.
Yes, their tea is definitely going to be over-steeped at this rate. ]
[ Their tea is going to be too bitter to drink, but Yuri has admittedly forgotten all about it for the moment. He's more focused on Dimitri and his warmth, settling into their kiss with a soft hum.
It's a slow, languid thing, simply enjoying the feel of being close this way. ]
[ He really doesn't mind in the least. The kiss lingers - and then Dimitri slowly, slowly lets it deepen. His teeth scrape against his lower lip in a gentle little nibble. He's exploring - slow and gentle and easy. ]
[ Gentle as it is, Yuri's breath still catches with the simple newness of it. He lets one hand drift down to rest on Dimitri's shoulder again, finding he wants to hold onto him but cautious to venture too far, and tips his head to better accommodate their deepening kiss. ]
[ Dimitri squeezes him a little closer as Yuri's breath catches and he makes a low sigh; he noses in close and his teeth drag. His hand splays against Yuri's back and then a little lower as temptation rushes through him. And only then does he tnetatively tease with the tip of his tongue.
[ It's obvious to Yuri now that Dimitri's done this before, so perhaps he needn't have worried about somehow discomforting him. The realization is little more than a fleeting reflection, occupied as he is with Dimitri's wandering hand and the feel of his tongue against his lips.
The latter's furtive, he knows. Dimitri has done these things, but not with him, and in that sense it's different. Yuri obliges in parting his lips, one hand trailing down to press over that chest he's commented upon before, wordlessly trying to affirm that he needn't worry.
It's more of a kiss than he may have assumed, but he's not complaining. ]
[ Neither is Dimitri, to be fair. He has no complaints about this moment of quiet intimacy, tucked away as they are in a corner of his home. It helps ease his mind a great deal, in all honesty - he's needed something to be happy about in recent days.
Still, he breaks the kiss after a little longer, face flushed. ]
...I don't want to make things move... too quickly.
[ His previous experiences have, to be fair, been very fast-moving affairs... but maybe he wants this to be different? Whether because he thinks it's more unique or special or for some other reason. ]
...but I want you to know that I think you're very, very handsome. [ He is blushing all over again, oop. ]
[ Yuri doesn't protest that parting, seeing the reason in it. He's only ever been involved with people he'd tolerated because of some arrangement. Some transaction. These varied in terms of detail, but all are wholeheartedly different from this — from Dimitri, who doesn't just want to get something out of him while pretending he's someone else.
A relationship, a real one, is a wholly different animal from his previous experience. And, he thinks, taking their time sounds nice. ]
Coming from you, that's incredibly flattering.
[ His own blush reinforces this as he spares a moment to kiss Dimitri's cheek. Brief, soft, and rife with affection. ]
You've always cut a gallant figure yourself. I want to think you'd know that, but I'm making sure you do.
[ For a moment he just backs in the feeling of this newly-forged relationship and the butterflies (good ones) that come along with it. Then he seems to remember something and half turns to look at the tea. ]
...oh. I'll need to make a new pot. Or add sugar and milk.
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It was...
[ One day, he might tell Dimitri that was his first go at it. For now, though, his fingers loose somewhat, unsure whether he may have held on too tightly when he'd been caught up in the moment. ]
And here you doubted your leadership.
[ Followed by the quirk of a smile on his lips. Teasing. ]
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[ Dimitri laughs again. ]
If anything I was going by feel... But I'm glad it meets with your approval. I'd be happy to demonstrate again anytime you wish.
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Anytime, hm?
[ It's a temptation to joke about how he might get greedy with an open-ended offer like that, but he thinks better of it. Instead— ]
I'd also like to know when you want to.
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[ Dimitri let's out a low hum and then lowers his head to nose against Yuri's temple. ]
Although I fear I might want to indulge too often.
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Too much? You?
[ He huffs out an amused breath that doesn't quite manage to pass for a scoff. ]
I'm finding that hard to imagine.
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[ Dimitri laughs - but he knows enough to likewise laugh at himself. ]
I can ask after things I enjoy, you know.
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[ The way Dimitri is already speaking in terms of somehow asking too much of him has Yuri convinced it's impossible for him to do so. He's nothing at all like people in his past who didn't ask and demanded instead.
Now he does draw back, just enough to meet Dimitri's gaze and hold it. ]
But now you've got me curious.
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[ Dimitri says with complete sincerity. ]
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[ He confirms, not quite sure where Dimitri's going with this. ]
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[ Got 'em. ]
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Being told that so plainly still leaves his cheeks a touch pinker than usual. ]
I think I take your point.
[ Dimitri might be cautious, but he'll ask if he really wants to. Something like that? ]
Just... I don't think you have to worry, is all I meant.
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[ He laughs quietly. ]
But... I will ask if I feel the need. I promise.
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[ And for good measure, he reaches up and cups Dimitri's face with both of his (warm) hands. ]
You truly are one of the least selfish people I've known, but you can well afford to be a little selfish with me.
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[ Look, he can be clever. ]
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That, I'm pleased to provide.
[ And since Dimitri is leaned in close already, Yuri bridges the small gap between them with a gentle press of lips. ]
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Yes, their tea is definitely going to be over-steeped at this rate. ]
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It's a slow, languid thing, simply enjoying the feel of being close this way. ]
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He's done this before.
He's just not sure if it's too much, too fast. ]
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The latter's furtive, he knows. Dimitri has done these things, but not with him, and in that sense it's different. Yuri obliges in parting his lips, one hand trailing down to press over that chest he's commented upon before, wordlessly trying to affirm that he needn't worry.
It's more of a kiss than he may have assumed, but he's not complaining. ]
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Still, he breaks the kiss after a little longer, face flushed. ]
...I don't want to make things move... too quickly.
[ His previous experiences have, to be fair, been very fast-moving affairs... but maybe he wants this to be different? Whether because he thinks it's more unique or special or for some other reason. ]
...but I want you to know that I think you're very, very handsome. [ He is blushing all over again, oop. ]
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A relationship, a real one, is a wholly different animal from his previous experience. And, he thinks, taking their time sounds nice. ]
Coming from you, that's incredibly flattering.
[ His own blush reinforces this as he spares a moment to kiss Dimitri's cheek. Brief, soft, and rife with affection. ]
You've always cut a gallant figure yourself. I want to think you'd know that, but I'm making sure you do.
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[ For a moment he just backs in the feeling of this newly-forged relationship and the butterflies (good ones) that come along with it. Then he seems to remember something and half turns to look at the tea. ]
...oh. I'll need to make a new pot. Or add sugar and milk.
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[ In the meantime, Yuri follows his line of sight, reminded that the tea exists. By now, it most definitely is oversteeped. ]
I bet I could salvage that tea, sort of my strong suit... What kind did you prepare?
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