There are no other thoughts in his head once Felix reciprocates after being lifted. It is only Felix, only the feeling of him in his arms again, the feeling of those lips against his own. A whine, his heartaching leaves his throat as he kisses more, adjust Felix so he's tighter in his grip and no where to go. It's so easy to hold him like this and yet his body won't let him. His legs grow heavy and he drops to his knees in the sand below them. Felix is still in his hold, still able to not be touching the sand as he leans back to sit on his heels.

Those big hands of his grab tight onto thighs, bruising the pale flesh below all the while the tears keep coming down his face despite the loving and desperate look in his blue eyes.

"L-love....y-" He mumbles in-between kisses, words so muffled they are hard to make out the full sentences. Dimitri tears at his own clothing, sharp claws easily cutting the fabric so he won't have to pull Felix away so he can undress. He nicks himself a few times, tiny droplets of blood dripped down his chest and arms.