Yuri was snorting at him? The man was caged in and yet he didn't even bat an eye. This wasn't what Dimitri had in mind at all. This man was playing him and he fell right into his hand. He let out a low growl before pulling away and crossing his arms. He should have known Yuri would have made him a fool. That was at least something consistent.
"Enough. Stop with the act." He knows he could be more threatening, it isn't hard. He's perfected the mask of indifference he wears but it seems that mask isn't effective here. He was the one meant to cage Yuri in and yet he's the one feeling caged in now. He paces for a moment, each quip digging at him a little more.
The strap, the scents, the heat, it's all getting to him and then Yuri has to mention Byleth. He's still sore on that, too sore. To learn that his whole existence when arriving was for nothing was one thing, but learning that there was a place he was happy once was still too much for him. He snapped.
"I said enough ." His hand is in Yuri's hair, grabbing him roughly and pulling him closer. He keeps Yuri a breathe away, the smell of lilac and sunscreen engulfing him. "You want to talk? Fine. We talk but you drop this act or I leave. Understood?" He kept Yuri close, his eyes darting to those lips for a moment. He almost leaned in but stopped himself, releasing Yuri. "And get off the table, it's not a chair."
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"Enough. Stop with the act." He knows he could be more threatening, it isn't hard. He's perfected the mask of indifference he wears but it seems that mask isn't effective here. He was the one meant to cage Yuri in and yet he's the one feeling caged in now. He paces for a moment, each quip digging at him a little more.
The strap, the scents, the heat, it's all getting to him and then Yuri has to mention Byleth. He's still sore on that, too sore. To learn that his whole existence when arriving was for nothing was one thing, but learning that there was a place he was happy once was still too much for him. He snapped.
"I said enough ." His hand is in Yuri's hair, grabbing him roughly and pulling him closer. He keeps Yuri a breathe away, the smell of lilac and sunscreen engulfing him. "You want to talk? Fine. We talk but you drop this act or I leave. Understood?" He kept Yuri close, his eyes darting to those lips for a moment. He almost leaned in but stopped himself, releasing Yuri. "And get off the table, it's not a chair."