Oh, Dimitri. [Claude sighs with fond mock exasperation.] Your lips against my skin like that...who wouldn't find it incredibly enticing? But I'm supposed to behave, aren't I? [He smiles.] A part of me, the part of me that knows you're not ready to take this any further and feels teased, wants to complain...but there's also a part of me that never wants you to stop.
[He knows he has to spell this out rather plainly for Dimitri. The man's too good at being oblivious.]
[Claude makes a soft sound that's almost a whine.] Oh, I think you doing it on purpose is even worse... [There's a breathlessness to his voice that wasn't there before. Dimitri working him up obliviously is one thing, but Dimitri knowing he's working Claude up and doing it on purpose? Not only is there a deeply appealing cheekiness to it, there's a tease as to whether or not Dimitri intends to make good on working him up or not. Claude seriously doubts it, not this soon, not this easily, but...there's that chance.]
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[He knows he has to spell this out rather plainly for Dimitri. The man's too good at being oblivious.]
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Oh. I see.
[...And then, just a little shyly, he nuzzles Claude's palm some more.]
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Then I suppose I should stop. I would not want to make you feel worse, after all.