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[blaiddydblood]

“I DISPOSED OF DOUBT LONG AGO.”

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[blaiddydblood]

To his credit, most people regret the circumstances that led to Dimitri's state of mind during those years including Dimitri himself. While he isn't that man anymore, he isn't quite the royal he was raised to be either. Gilbert has to remind him of his table manners, to not chew on strange objects when thinking, and to keep himself guarded from falling victim to the depths of depravity he had once before. If asked, he'd admit that such a beast was always brewing inside him and just awaiting the day it could break free in a fit of rage.

It isn't rage that pulls the beast in him forth this time though. No, it's... something else entirely. It's a strange, foreign lull but not an unwelcome one either. He's only been faced with it a handful of times in his life and he can already hear the scolding in the back of his mind that he's no doubt going to receive from such... careless ease that he falls into this predicament himself.

It's already fun, he thinks, seeing the way that Claude tenses despite his best efforts. He's not used to being caught, is he? At having his carefully kept defenses so unexpectedly at jeopardy? That's the beast, he thinks, delighting a little in the 'hunt' of it all. But he can... restrain himself. He can. He tells himself he can, anyway, and does his best as he stands there still fighting against him to not just lunge forward.

"Hm," he hums, low and thoughtful. "I hadn't realized," he says, honestly. Always genuine, Dimitri, and even now that appears to be the case. "Though I suppose I'd always been... preoccupied." Murder. Vengeance. Heads on stakes, all that. "I can..."

He can what? It's hard for him to pin down, exactly, just what he can do for Claude although his mind tries to supply several untoward options.

"I can keep your secret," he finally settles on. "If... If it is, I mean- I figure that must be the case." He grips at the fabric of his shirt to keep his fingers busy, to not reach out and find warm skin and an even warmer, inviting mouth- Ah, seven hells, he's not going to be able to hide just how much this is affecting him for long, is he? His body begins to betray him rapidly despite his best efforts. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other to help expend some of that restless energy. Try as he might though, the thought of Claude choking on his cock permeates all his other rational ones.