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[vrdantwind]

"Hey, this is Claude! Pretty sure I'm doing this correctly. You can leave me a message here, and I'll get to it as soon as I can. Talk to you soon~."

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[nastyboy]

No...

[Dimitri nuzzles against Claude's palm some more.]

Never.

[vrdantwind]

Then you might just have to resign yourself to us, and all the messy complications we represent. [Claude's smile broadens as he watches Dimitri nuzzle his hand. It's actually enough to make a minute shiver run through him.]

[nastyboy]

Then I resign myself to such blissful torment gladly. [His lips move against Claude's palm as he speaks, still quiet.]

[vrdantwind]

Speaking of blissful torment... [Claude sighs, fingers lightly shifting to brush against Dimitri's cheek.] I don't mind waiting until you're ready, if that's what you need, but how am I supposed to behave with the things you're doing to me...?

[nastyboy]

[Snapping out of it, Dimitri blinks up at Claude.]

...I'm doing something?

[He hadn't noticed.]

[vrdantwind]

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.]

[nastyboy]

[Dimitri's face goes a little pink. It sounds obvious when he puts it like that.]

Oh. I see.

[...And then, just a little shyly, he nuzzles Claude's palm some more.]

[vrdantwind]

[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.]

[nastyboy]

[Dimitri can't help but smile against Claude's hand, and it takes quite a bit of personal effort to pull away from his lover's hand.]

Then I suppose I should stop. I would not want to make you feel worse, after all.