Summary:

Byleth convinces Dimitri for some R&R

Notes:

Byleth and Dimitri have sex in the bathhouse. Anal sex and other positions detailed below.

Bathhouse (NSFW)

Dimitri and Byleth found themselves alone in the bathhouse, although the nearby sauna was still mostly occupied. The room held a large pool of water, that fit multiple people at once and a flower bed to keep the floral theme of the monastery; although, the plants had long withered and no one had time to care for a new batch. Dedue recently rejoined them and had not noticed their desolate shape.

Dimitri was uncomfortable with the situation, mildly due to intimidation on being in this situation again (it had been years since he last touched the prof – Byleth this way). Dimitri's primary concerns still were on the looming threat beneath the surface, though. Being caught with their pants legitimately off was not in a position he wanted to be in.

But Byleth disrobed entirely without the same hesitation. Growing up without social cues really emboldened him at times – having no shame about his body included. Years of physical and practical combat broadened his upper body, enlarging his arms and chest. His legs, however, were not as utilized, so they were less muscular and more lean. Dimitri always had to take a look at the professor without all his armor. His frame was not as imposing without it – even less so now that the professor stood naked.

He took the bandage from his wound off and inspected it. "Ah. It's healed up nicely. That's good."

"Sleep did you some good, profess – Uh, Byleth."

Byleth went into the bath, leaning against the wall facing Dimitri, and said, "Aren't you going to join?" Noting that Dimitri was still fully clothed.

"I will just stand watch."

"That means that we booked this timeslot for no reason."

"It's for your safety. Wash up and we will return to your room. Tomorrow we will begin our War Council as usual and you will be resuming your role."

"Oh. Will I? Hmm." Byleth washed his hair and felt the grime disappear. When he stopped scrubbing, Byleth asked, "Who's been leading the charge?"

"Gilbert and Seteth. I've been helping Manuela with you."

"What happened with the intruders?" Byleth asked.

"We found no other. Which reminds me, you said you had a thought on how to move forward?"

"Yes. We still have a war to contend with, so this might be difficult to pull off. I think it's best that we give our orders as normal to our integral group, but limit what we tell anyone outside of it. This will be business as usual. There is a guard posted outside and can very possibly hear us at any given time."

"Yes, I suppose that is true."

"However. The next day, we will give out false orders on guard rotation. That way if there is a spy in our guard, they will be reporting either false or conflicting reports to their head. We can then reverse a trap for them once they reveal themselves."

"How do we do that?"

". . . We will have to establish a way to identify a false plan and our real plan to our group. Then we post soldiers to the false areas and see who shows up. We need to be discreet in gathering intelligence. Something Shamir is very capable of, and others like her."

Dimitri followed along, "You want to give out false orders and see who takes the bait. It might work, if we had more time. We will be marching toward my home very soon."

"And everyone knows about that. Just not when, right?" Byleth said.

". . . Right. That is true. 'When' had been postponed while you were in critical condition." Dimitri said.

"I feel fine now. Tomorrow's meeting will have to be handled carefully." Byleth tilted his head all the way back and enjoyed the warmth. Dimitri swore he did it on purpose, though. His body was exposed and enticing. Meanwhile, Byleth's goals were transparent.

Dimitri walked to stand behind Byleth and crouched down. He took off one of his gauntlets, set it aside to a dry spot, and traced his fingers along Byleth's neck. Dimitri's thumb felt the gentle blood pumping through veins on Byleth's neck and both smiled. Byleth's eyes pleaded for him to join – but it was not appropriate.

"This is a shared bathhouse, Byleth." He protested.

"The water will wash it all away. What do you think happens to the linens we used to wipe off afterwards? They went into the shared laundry facility." Byleth retorted.

One of the downsides to a shared pool of resources was to ensure everything stayed hygienic. Dimitri grabbed his gauntlet and stood up. He went over to the hangers and took off his clothes, internally battling whether or not this was a good idea. When his clothes did come completely off, his confidence did not match Byleth's.

He set a few towels down for when they were done and went into the bath on the opposite side of Byleth, sitting down feverishly as the warm water hit him. He would not last very long in this inferno. Byleth stared at Dimitri, who had put in the entire pool's distance between them and tilted his head sideways. Dimitri washed his hair and ignored Byleth, listening for anyone who would be spying on them.

Dimitri retreated from the pool after his hair was drenched, sitting on the outside pavement instead with his feet on the watery seat. He was overheating already – he could not perform, even if Byleth wanted him to. Not without getting sick or passing out. Byleth moved over to him and settled next to Dimitri's legs, reaching around Dimitri's calves and began to feel up his legs. Somewhere in the middle of this, he transitioned from being next to Dimitri's legs, to being in the center of them. Byleth's hands went for both of Dimitri's inner thighs and the prince closed his eye.

"It's too hot in here," Dimitri complained, though he relished the touch.

Byleth stood up, but hunched over to kiss Dimitri, then asked, "Do you want to head back, then?" Water dripped from Byleth onto Dimitri and he wanted to see how far Byleth would take this flirting. Now that he was out of the pool and there was a slight breeze from a draft somewhere, his body temperature had gone down to acceptable levels.

"No. We can stay here a bit longer." Dimitri said. Byleth pulled those towels to either side of Dimitri and climbed into the prince's lap, resting his knees on linen instead of the scratchy floor as he straddled. He was careful not to harm Dimitri. He situated it so the inner shafts of both penises rubbed against the other. Byleth was already fully erect (Dimitri was pretty sure he started that way since before they entered the bathhouse), while Dimitri remained halfcocked at best.

Byleth continued to drive this force, hooking himself to Dimitri's neck and lightly bighting him. He carefully moved his hips to keep them in direct contact and felt Dimitri become more aroused as Byleth stimulated them both. Dimitri felt up the small of Byleth's back, tracing it and feeling the professor's strangely soft partially hovering ass. Their closeness overrode that cooldown Dimitri experienced earlier, but if he was honest, he did not care.

Knowing that Dimitri struggled with heat, Byleth worked fast. He lowered his hand to grip the base of Dimitri's penis and carefully dropped down onto the tip, while still hovering. Byleth's core strength had to be in excellent shape to maintain this position and he carefully inserted Dimitri's dick.

"Are – are you really going to do this?" Dimitri asked.

"I've been thinking about it since I woke up. Why? Are you telling me 'no'?"

The part inside of Byleth already felt good. Dimitri just was not expecting it to go this far – Byleth never had any reservations about any of this, as he recalled; the professor never struggled with sexual identity – the moment he learned he had feelings and attractions to Dimitri, Byleth acted on it after discovering it was mutual. Dimitri was always jealous that Byleth never dealt with peer pressure and social conditioning – he came free of all of that burden but traded it for a less than memorable childhood.

"Keep going . . ." Dimitri said, then wondered how Byleth was not in pain. Then again, he had been carefully lowering himself and stopping until he felt able to continue. Dimitri did not do much work here, and it still shot wonders throughout his body. Byleth had enough in him to start riding – how he was a natural at this, Dimitri could not guess. Imagination? Talks with Manuela? . . . yeah, that was probably it. She was a terrible influence on him.

When Byleth's thrust brought him forward, his chest brushed near Dimitri's face. He placed a supporting hand on Byleth's back that kept his torso forward, so Dimitri could lick one nipple and trace his thumb over the other. Byleth made a pleased noise in response, slowing down his hip motions to enjoy this sensation. After a moment of regaining his bearings, Byleth grabbed a fistful of Dimitri's hair and rode Dimitri at a moderate speed to keep them connected.

All of the pain and suffering Dimitri experienced rushed him – he looked for an outlet for it all and realized the soft riding was not going to get him off. It was a nice start, but he craved more. It did not take him very long to figure out how to enact his play.

"Are your legs hurting?"

"Not enough for me to stop."

"I think you should. Reposition." Byleth did not question the order and carefully disengaged. Dimitri helped him out by placing his hands under Byleth's armpits, then lowered them to the bend of his legs. Dimitri lifted him up, taking Byleth's knees off the ground, and repositioned him so both his legs were together. He sat Byleth down so his body and legs were facing one direction, then Dimitri grabbed a towel, raised Byleth and himself up, and stepped out of the pool. Byleth wrapped his arms around Dimitri's neck.

"Where are we going?"

"Nowhere far."

He stopped at the flower bed and let Byleth stand on his own. Dimitri laid the towel down on the dirt and gave another order, "Lay down. Legs up."

"Yes, sir." Byleth obeyed. Dimitri took on a position akin to Byleth moments ago, his knees digging in the soft dirt, and pulled Byleth toward him. He held Byleth steady by his legs and was careful, at first, still not wanting to hurt him. But his mind did go somewhere untamed and Byleth just looked so pleasing. He gave a few meaningful thrusts to gauge Byleth's pain level and went from there.

The connection they had before was severed, but Byleth did not mind. He folded one arm behind his head and clutched his own hair while gripping a handful of dirt in the other. He was not in pain – far from it. This is what he wanted from the beginning.

Dimitri hustled huge gasps from Byleth, who was in bliss. Dimitri underwent a very similar sensation, taking in the moans and visuals that was Byleth during sex. Dimitri loved this man. He needed this man. For every moment that they lost during those five years, Dimitri's sanity suffered. He felt the beats of those moments echoed back to him and wash away. Pleasure. That was all he felt now. The perfection of his partner in this life, getting dirt on his arms and in his hair. And Byleth did not care.

The thrust and suction on Dimitri's penis, combined with his lack of sexual contact in five years, allowed for him to cum quickly. Byleth felt that warm burn and opened his eyes as he let go of his gripping. He was also close, but not yet at that climax point. Dimitri lowered Byleth's legs, then dropped to his elbows. He put his mouth over the tip of Byleth's shaft, and continuously licked just that part.

Byleth groaned in gratitude, and Dimitri slid further down, sucking and rubbing his tongue as he went. Dimitri was not too sure about this at first – but penis had a distinct but satisfying texture. A clean one didn't taste any different than anything else and it was actually fun to play with.

Dimitri came back up to rest his jaws and sampled the tip again. He brushed his lips over it and teased Byleth, who was at his boiling point. Dimitri felt it and pulled back to let Byleth finish. Dimitri got sprayed a little bit, but it was to be expected. He did not care and after Byleth let out a sigh, Dimitri hovered over Byleth. He went in for a kiss, breaking it into shorter sessions while Byleth regained his breath.

Dimitri slid his hands under Byleth's back and stretched to his head, lifting him to an angle to better reach Byleth's neck. Byleth turned his head to lightly kiss Dimitri's temple, then Dimitri returned the affections by locking their lips together. They embraced like that for several moments, Dimitri's heart pounding against Byleth's still one. Learning that Byleth had a pulse, but no heartbeat, still made Dimitri squeamish, but he tried to ignore it as best as possible.

Once they mutually decided to break off their indulgent pastime, Byleth laughed, "We need another bath."

"Yes. Yes we do."

Dimitri picked up Byleth again and took them back to the baths. Why did he fight this, again? It had been months – years –since he felt this good. He sat himself with Byleth still huddled in his lap. Dimitri began washing Byleth off, not yet done touching him. His hair had dirt in it, despite the towel (if they did this again, maybe they would not use it since it didn't really help). Dimitri dipped Byleth part way into the waters to rinse out his hair, brushing his bangs to the side and planted an affectionate kiss on Byleth's brow.

Byleth ran his hands through his hair and gently rubbed his face with water, then sat up. The dirt came off of them while they cleaned.

Dimitri panted as his body couldn't take it anymore. "I need to get out of this heat."

"Okay." Byleth said. They exited the bath and toweled off. Dimitri fetched the really soiled one along with him. They deposited the towels, hoping no one would question it too much and dressed themselves. Their playtime went undisturbed, but it was time to focus on what threats still remain to them.

TMI: I don't write sex scenes often. Usually, I'm too focused on getting pounded into oblivion that positions are like 'meh' to me? So I don't always know what works.