Must I? [Dimitri laughs, but does as asked. His own movements are slow, exhaustion weighing him down, but that does not hinder his ability to lift himself and Felix, once he's steadied himself, up and off the couch.
Dimitri carries him bridal style, cushioned by the blankets caught up in his arms, to his bed. From there, they change. Dimitri wordlessly helps Felix out of his dance outfit. Unhooking, unclasping, disrobing him as careful as possible and still drinking him in through the haze of sleep in his eye. Back in the nest that is his bed (their bed) he curls back around Felix, cradling him to his chest.
Today's been a lot; emotionally charged. But Dimitri doesn't regret it for a moment. He feels closer to Felix now.] Goodnight, my beloved...
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Dimitri carries him bridal style, cushioned by the blankets caught up in his arms, to his bed. From there, they change. Dimitri wordlessly helps Felix out of his dance outfit. Unhooking, unclasping, disrobing him as careful as possible and still drinking him in through the haze of sleep in his eye. Back in the nest that is his bed (their bed) he curls back around Felix, cradling him to his chest.
Today's been a lot; emotionally charged. But Dimitri doesn't regret it for a moment. He feels closer to Felix now.] Goodnight, my beloved...