#c:dmitri

It took a lot to make someone like Dmitri uncomfortable or feel overwhelmed and it was hardly the first time he'd been up close with another man in a tight space. Though it was the first time he found himself in such a space with a Warlord, particularly one as large as this one. Despite the difference in size, those sharp eyes of Dmitri's didn't give any hint of fear or being flustered, chin tilted up in endless confidence and composure even with him having to look up at the man with how close they were. "Tell me, dear Dawson. Do you make a habit of putting others in this sort of predicament...or is this the part where you feign innocence?"

Dynamics be damned right about now, Dmitri was driven by desire and lust right now. He needed to touch Bobby, taste him, feel him all around him - what had started as simple games and fun and enjoying having a man like that under his thumb had turned to needs and hunger and a desperation to have the man as much as possible, always around and with him. “You...bastard you” He shivered, swallowing thickly and glancing down at Bobby knowing all too well what he was doing with that wicked smirk and demand for him to tell Bobby just what he was feeling. “I..cannot stand it when you’re away. I need you always, constantly. Like some sort of drug I’m hopelessly addicted to” He breathed out, voice almost as shaken as his thighs right now as he stared down at the man. “I would do just about anything for you Bobby, you have no idea how much power you have over me sometimes...”

“Poison.” There was nothing in her face that threatened her bluff for it was a calm sort of vexation that settled over her facade of which was the result of his quick snatch of the cup that was in her hands. She, who was prim and proper, was the product of wealthy breeding and his ill-mannered action grated on her sense of propriety. Poison, she had said just as he took a sip of the drink. 

But one such as Arina Zahkarov was not made for guile. There was no helping the ghost of a smile slowly manifesting on the outer corners of her lips, quickly appearing just as swiftly her exasperation dissipated. However, she did not admit her blatant falsity—for what use was it to state the obvious? If he could not see such a simple ruse then he deserved to remain in the dark. At least for a while. She was not so cruel.

Whereas he, she could tell despite her inexperience with the like, was indeed cruel. To what degree? She could only fathom. And his question—oh, how it would have scandalized her if it had been asked by any other person, any other person because she was accustomed to his carnal behaviour by way of rumours. So, his inquiry did not surprise her but it didn’t stop the blush spreading across her cheeks. “Dmitri—” she mirrored his used of her name. “I believe that is not your concern,” she said before taking back her drink.

“Shouldn’t what exactly?” He purred against the man’s neck, lips teasing the skin and lips finding that wonderfully sensitive spot as he straddled Sebastian’s lap, ass pressing against the man as one hand began to tug loose Sebastian’s lie as he brushed his lips against the man’s ear. “If I recall rightly you were the one who called me to meet up, knowing our history” He purred at the married man and dragged his lips away slightly to meet his gaze. “What did you expect to happen, hm?”

“It seems you might have missed me, your highness” Dmitri murmured, eyes half lidded and a coy yet warm smile on his lips as the wizard took in the beautiful sight before him in the prince’s chambers. Dark eyes slowly roaming over the young man’s body and the beautiful garment he had chosen to wear for the robed magician’s return to the castle after almost two weeks of being far away on a mission for the King. “Perhaps I should leave more often if this is what we’ll be greeting me when I return back to you” He suggested, humming softly as his eyes slowly moved to meet Blaine’s. “How may I be of service to you, my prince?”

“You wished to see me, your Majesty?” Dmitri asked smoothly as he was escorted by the royal guards into one of the beautifully designed and luxurious rooms within the castle. Being the High Wizard of the royal court meant that there were times when the King would send his advisor on all things arcane on specific missions where his expertise was required and he’d just returned from one such mission that had lasted a week or two. Needless to say he was both a little surprised and oh so curious that the Prince had demanded to see him so soon after he got back from the mission. So there he stood, purple and gold robes adorned his physique. Dark brown eyes catching the gaze of the Prince after he’d bowed to show his respect. “How can I be of service, my Prince?”

(from this meme / still accepting)

They say power often attracts power, was that what this was?

Dmitri had gained the attention of plenty of suitors over the years, from royalty to fellow mages to the much more unusual. But even this was something...very different. He didn't truly know what Ignacio was, not fully at least - perhaps a powerful mage, perhaps something closer to a demon - he knew he was dangerous most certainly, they both were though in different ways. Yet every time they met, perhaps the most dangerous thing between them was the intensity of it all, was it simply lust and passion, something deeper? It was hard to tell, but it was getting close to being all consuming and yet...nothing had happened between them, at least not yet.

"A bold claim indeed" He'd murmur, the mage's eyes gazing into the taller man's own dark eyes that seemed impossible to look away from. "But last I checked, all of me was my own and I'm not even sure whether to call you friend or foe...or something else" He said, tilting that perfect jaw of his up slightly. "Besides, all of me would include my heart and that belongs to no man just yet, my dear" He mused, his gaze never faltering for his own. "And I wonder, for all your power you possess...would you even know what to do with that part of me if it was yours?"