[ Well. Lucky for Felix, Dimitri remains oblivious to his less-than-platonic thoughts, focusing instead on the language of his body. And right now, what his body is saying is that Felix both enjoys the massage and is also somehow adverse to it, if the sudden tension of his muscles is anything to go by.
Hmm. It's not so unlike the way Felix reacts to Dimitri in general, is it? Drawn to him with almost the same strength that repels him. ]
I would like to, yes. [ Spar, Dimitri means, as he continues to focus on the lighter topics, to hopelessly try to keep this fragile bond between them from eroding any further. ] It has been quite some time for us.
[ With one hand still kneading the small of Felix's back, the other moves up to his shoulders again, and then to the side of his neck-- another tension spot, he's learned. It's all focused motion, but occasionally his thumb may brush past the higher corner of Felix's jaw, maybe his earlobe. ]
Ah, but I would be fine with waiting, if you are not up for it right away. The sun does seem to have gotten to you...
[He had just had a good spar with Dimitri a few days ago, from his perspective; they both wanted to escape the crowds of the victory party for a bit, and sparring is the only thing they've spent any time doing together in such a long time that it was only natural to go to the training grounds.
Ah, Dimitri's moving his hands again, and Felix sort of has the urge to go wade into the ocean and splash himself with cold water when those incredibly strong fingers find his neck and - accidentally, he's sure - his ear and jawline. Between the relaxation it brings to his tense muscles, the warm touch of skin on skin, and the way it prods his imagination in directions he didn't intend for it to go, he feels a little like he's turning into jelly. If this goes on for much longer, he might end up making some kind of very embarrassing noise.
It's getting hard to concentrate on what Dimitri's saying.]
--what? The sun didn't get to me. And don't get that stuff in my hair.
[It's an automatic reaction while his brain catches up with the words his ears heard.]
Of course I'm up for it. I don't need to wait. A little skin irritation isn't going to stop me from swinging my sword. We could go right now, for all I care.
[Sure, it's a lot more painful than 'a little skin irritation,' but he's not going to whine about it. It only occurs to him after he says it, though, that he has mixed feelings on whether he wants this massage to stop so soon or not.]
[ Ah, there you go: just like magic, sparring is a trick that never fails, yet Felix's very expected reaction still earns a light exhale from Dimitri, both content and amused. ]
Well, I did not mean right now. Although I promise not to make you wait long.
[ And whether or not Felix wants the massage to stop so soon, this seems like a compromise on both accounts, at least for now. His arms are next, and Dimitri runs his hands all the way down their length, circle the wrists, then back up, kneading the biceps for a moment. He is, by no means, an expert, but he would daresay his moves have efficiently achieved the intended effect.
(Maybe having practiced on a cat that he just so happens to have named after Felix helped.) ]
Regardless, have you not just recently arrived? I imagine you must not have eaten much yet. [ A brief pause and a hum in thought. ] The hot springs have a buffet that normally provides safe meals, and we could both benefit from a soak...
[ He... hopes Felix has figured out by now, what he means by safe. ]
[Felix figured that once his back was taken care of, Dimitri would hand over the bottle of ointment and that would be that. He can reach everything else just fine on his own, after all.
But that's not what happens. Instead, those big, strong hands move along his arms, and he sits still and lets them. They encircle his wrists for a moment, and he could not possibly explain why that of all things makes his heart hammer a little harder. Then they're massaging his biceps and Flames, since when does Dimitri know how to do this so effectively? It takes willpower to stop himself from leaning back against the king's chest.]
I've eaten. [A pause, and then he admits:] ...a little.
[Oh, he knows, because Seteth told him. And it's true that he has absolutely no wish to eat anything drugged, and he is still hungry. And in the end, maybe it's best that they stop this and move elsewhere, so Felix can banish these...these urges and feelings. It will be much easier when Dimitri's no longer touching him, or sitting so close while wearing so little. Right?]
Fine. Let's go, then.
[He stands and immediately heads for the carriages that will take them to the springs - despite having only just arrived, he apparently already knows where they are and what they do.]
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[ Well. Lucky for Felix, Dimitri remains oblivious to his less-than-platonic thoughts, focusing instead on the language of his body. And right now, what his body is saying is that Felix both enjoys the massage and is also somehow adverse to it, if the sudden tension of his muscles is anything to go by.
Hmm. It's not so unlike the way Felix reacts to Dimitri in general, is it? Drawn to him with almost the same strength that repels him. ]
I would like to, yes. [ Spar, Dimitri means, as he continues to focus on the lighter topics, to hopelessly try to keep this fragile bond between them from eroding any further. ] It has been quite some time for us.
[ With one hand still kneading the small of Felix's back, the other moves up to his shoulders again, and then to the side of his neck-- another tension spot, he's learned. It's all focused motion, but occasionally his thumb may brush past the higher corner of Felix's jaw, maybe his earlobe. ]
Ah, but I would be fine with waiting, if you are not up for it right away. The sun does seem to have gotten to you...
[ Because Felix looks awfully flushed and all. ]
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[He had just had a good spar with Dimitri a few days ago, from his perspective; they both wanted to escape the crowds of the victory party for a bit, and sparring is the only thing they've spent any time doing together in such a long time that it was only natural to go to the training grounds.
Ah, Dimitri's moving his hands again, and Felix sort of has the urge to go wade into the ocean and splash himself with cold water when those incredibly strong fingers find his neck and - accidentally, he's sure - his ear and jawline. Between the relaxation it brings to his tense muscles, the warm touch of skin on skin, and the way it prods his imagination in directions he didn't intend for it to go, he feels a little like he's turning into jelly. If this goes on for much longer, he might end up making some kind of very embarrassing noise.
It's getting hard to concentrate on what Dimitri's saying.]
--what? The sun didn't get to me. And don't get that stuff in my hair.
[It's an automatic reaction while his brain catches up with the words his ears heard.]
Of course I'm up for it. I don't need to wait. A little skin irritation isn't going to stop me from swinging my sword. We could go right now, for all I care.
[Sure, it's a lot more painful than 'a little skin irritation,' but he's not going to whine about it. It only occurs to him after he says it, though, that he has mixed feelings on whether he wants this massage to stop so soon or not.]
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Well, I did not mean right now. Although I promise not to make you wait long.
[ And whether or not Felix wants the massage to stop so soon, this seems like a compromise on both accounts, at least for now. His arms are next, and Dimitri runs his hands all the way down their length, circle the wrists, then back up, kneading the biceps for a moment. He is, by no means, an expert, but he would daresay his moves have efficiently achieved the intended effect.
(Maybe having practiced on a cat that he just so happens to have named after Felix helped.) ]
Regardless, have you not just recently arrived? I imagine you must not have eaten much yet. [ A brief pause and a hum in thought. ] The hot springs have a buffet that normally provides safe meals, and we could both benefit from a soak...
[ He... hopes Felix has figured out by now, what he means by safe. ]
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But that's not what happens. Instead, those big, strong hands move along his arms, and he sits still and lets them. They encircle his wrists for a moment, and he could not possibly explain why that of all things makes his heart hammer a little harder. Then they're massaging his biceps and Flames, since when does Dimitri know how to do this so effectively? It takes willpower to stop himself from leaning back against the king's chest.]
I've eaten. [A pause, and then he admits:] ...a little.
[Oh, he knows, because Seteth told him. And it's true that he has absolutely no wish to eat anything drugged, and he is still hungry. And in the end, maybe it's best that they stop this and move elsewhere, so Felix can banish these...these urges and feelings. It will be much easier when Dimitri's no longer touching him, or sitting so close while wearing so little. Right?]
Fine. Let's go, then.
[He stands and immediately heads for the carriages that will take them to the springs - despite having only just arrived, he apparently already knows where they are and what they do.]