[ are you kidding me? claude dies on the spot because he's a twink and dimitri is built like a brick.
he barely has a chance to snap his mouth shut when they go underwater, a low growl rumbling from his chest.
he's not angry—mostly surprised—but blood plumes through the hot spring water as his claws scrape across Dimitri's skin when he tries to push him away.
It's so hot that it's a little dizzying, and even breaking the surface of the water again once he's free doesn't quite give him the air he needs, steam filling his lungs.
He doesn't know if Dimitri has re-surfaced, he still rasps out, ] What was that for?!
He barely registers the scratch—between the heat and frantic splashing of water, the sting of it goes unnoticed. When he startles to the surface, he looks surprised, like Claude is somehow the one who caught him off-guard. ]
You were... taunting me?
[ He doesn't sound confident about this. He just Had to do it. Even now, he's definitely going to plant a hand against Claude's shoulder to get some leverage and... bite his ear. Just really chomp down on it. But he's not trying to rip it off, not really sinking his teeth in—it just seems like this might be a fun thing to do. For some reason. ]
[ He was just playing around, and he definitely wasn't taking the same liberties as Dimitri, who has apparently forgotten that they're unclothed when he leans in to bite at his ear.
This is a little too weird, even for him.
... Except.
He kind of wants to retaliate. Show Dimitri who's boss. The kind of roughhousing young boys do, which is why he jams a hand into Dimitri's side so that he can bite down on his cheek.
[ This is weird. He has just enough presence of mind to realize that they are behaving very oddly before he lets out an annoyed snarl—a snarl?—when Claude bites him.
It takes every iota of self-restraint to keep himself from pinning Claude into the spring; he shakes the water out of his face instead, blinking it out of his eyes. His pupils shrink marginally, but they've turned to cat-like slits. He feels at once like himself, and not.
But since he's apparently regained some composure, he should extend an olive branch. Ask, perhaps, what the hell they're doing. Instead, his tail thrashes against the surface of the water. He might be on the verge of fainting from the heat, but, ]
[ It's kind of surprising to see Dimitri surrender his composure so easily, looking not quite like a well-mannered price but rather a rambunctious punk.
Well, he is only 18 after all. ]
You sure about that, Your Highness?
[ They're still close enough that he can distract Dimitri first with a little poke to the chest, before he
snatches his towel. ]
Too bad your defences are wide open!
[ Whether or not Dimitri can hear him over the splashing of water from how fast Claude is booking it out of the spring is debatable. ]
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[ are you kidding me? claude dies on the spot because he's a twink and dimitri is built like a brick.
he barely has a chance to snap his mouth shut when they go underwater, a low growl rumbling from his chest.
he's not angry—mostly surprised—but blood plumes through the hot spring water as his claws scrape across Dimitri's skin when he tries to push him away.
It's so hot that it's a little dizzying, and even breaking the surface of the water again once he's free doesn't quite give him the air he needs, steam filling his lungs.
He doesn't know if Dimitri has re-surfaced, he still rasps out, ] What was that for?!
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He barely registers the scratch—between the heat and frantic splashing of water, the sting of it goes unnoticed. When he startles to the surface, he looks surprised, like Claude is somehow the one who caught him off-guard. ]
You were... taunting me?
[ He doesn't sound confident about this. He just Had to do it. Even now, he's definitely going to plant a hand against Claude's shoulder to get some leverage and... bite his ear. Just really chomp down on it. But he's not trying to rip it off, not really sinking his teeth in—it just seems like this might be a fun thing to do. For some reason. ]
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[ He was just playing around, and he definitely wasn't taking the same liberties as Dimitri, who has apparently forgotten that they're unclothed when he leans in to bite at his ear.
This is a little too weird, even for him.
... Except.
He kind of wants to retaliate. Show Dimitri who's boss. The kind of roughhousing young boys do, which is why he jams a hand into Dimitri's side so that he can bite down on his cheek.
That ought to show him. ]
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[ This is weird. He has just enough presence of mind to realize that they are behaving very oddly before he lets out an annoyed snarl—a snarl?—when Claude bites him.
It takes every iota of self-restraint to keep himself from pinning Claude into the spring; he shakes the water out of his face instead, blinking it out of his eyes. His pupils shrink marginally, but they've turned to cat-like slits. He feels at once like himself, and not.
But since he's apparently regained some composure, he should extend an olive branch. Ask, perhaps, what the hell they're doing. Instead, his tail thrashes against the surface of the water. He might be on the verge of fainting from the heat, but, ]
You won't win this, Claude.
[ THIS IS STUPID ]
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Well, he is only 18 after all. ]
You sure about that, Your Highness?
[ They're still close enough that he can distract Dimitri first with a little poke to the chest, before he
snatches his towel. ]
Too bad your defences are wide open!
[ Whether or not Dimitri can hear him over the splashing of water from how fast Claude is booking it out of the spring is debatable. ]