[Felix says that as if he doesn't know how Dimitri wants to drink in every inch of him; commit him entirely to memory. The strain of Felix's skin under the outfits collar and arm braces, the tightness contrasting how loose the rest of the outfit is, the lines of muscle that flex with every move Felix makes.] Goddess, you are gorgeous...
[Dimitri's eye is still drawn to Felix's legs though. His legs pull him in like a magnet. And Dimitri has always really liked Felix's legs (the man is small, but he's somehow all leg) but they are especially tantalizing in this outfit. The thick of his thigh is hugged just so by his shorts and for so much to be exposed... Dimitri sucks in a breath.
He reaches his hands out to beckon Felix back.] Come here.
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[Dimitri's eye is still drawn to Felix's legs though. His legs pull him in like a magnet. And Dimitri has always really liked Felix's legs (the man is small, but he's somehow all leg) but they are especially tantalizing in this outfit. The thick of his thigh is hugged just so by his shorts and for so much to be exposed... Dimitri sucks in a breath.
He reaches his hands out to beckon Felix back.] Come here.