Mm. I've been to the bathhouse. You're right, it would probably work.
[Felix is a little too distracted to realize that he's reopened the door to asking about that wrestling match.
And then he's more distracted when Dimitri's hands roam lower down his back, until fingers slick with lotion are kneading into the place where skin meets the fabric of his absurdly small swimsuit. He doesn't know when this became an impromptu massage, but it feels incredible. He supposes he's been more tense since he arrived in this place than he even realized.
...but it's not just that. It also feels...intimate, which is not a word Felix would use to describe anything he's done in a long while. 'Intimate' is something they used to be, albeit in a different sense of the word, but Felix had mostly given up on ever being that close to Dimitri again in any capacity. He thought the gap between them was too wide.
Now it seems like the gap is closing rapidly and all at once, faster than Felix is ready for. Dimitri keeps saying 'we' - things that 'we' could do - as if it's already assumed they'll be spending the day together, and Felix doesn't think he minds. He doesn't think he'd mind if they spent that time this close to each other, either, with Dimitri's hands running over his body--
And that thought gets his face reddening further. What if he did want that? Well, so what? It's not like he hasn't thought of Dimitri that way before. And it seems like the king has become much more relaxed and comfortable with things like this here; Felix can't even imagine him doing anything like this massage back home at all, let alone suggesting it. Let alone with Felix.
But he can't just ask for something like that. He's pretty sure he would have to walk directly into the sea just to escape the humiliation no matter what the answer was. And what if it went far enough that--well, he's never done that before with anyone. He'd sort of thought he never would, and he thought he didn't care. With Dimitri's hands on him like this, he's starting to think he was wrong.
His attention snaps back to the king; he lifts his head to glance back.]
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[Felix is a little too distracted to realize that he's reopened the door to asking about that wrestling match.
And then he's more distracted when Dimitri's hands roam lower down his back, until fingers slick with lotion are kneading into the place where skin meets the fabric of his absurdly small swimsuit. He doesn't know when this became an impromptu massage, but it feels incredible. He supposes he's been more tense since he arrived in this place than he even realized.
...but it's not just that. It also feels...intimate, which is not a word Felix would use to describe anything he's done in a long while. 'Intimate' is something they used to be, albeit in a different sense of the word, but Felix had mostly given up on ever being that close to Dimitri again in any capacity. He thought the gap between them was too wide.
Now it seems like the gap is closing rapidly and all at once, faster than Felix is ready for. Dimitri keeps saying 'we' - things that 'we' could do - as if it's already assumed they'll be spending the day together, and Felix doesn't think he minds. He doesn't think he'd mind if they spent that time this close to each other, either, with Dimitri's hands running over his body--
And that thought gets his face reddening further. What if he did want that? Well, so what? It's not like he hasn't thought of Dimitri that way before. And it seems like the king has become much more relaxed and comfortable with things like this here; Felix can't even imagine him doing anything like this massage back home at all, let alone suggesting it. Let alone with Felix.
But he can't just ask for something like that. He's pretty sure he would have to walk directly into the sea just to escape the humiliation no matter what the answer was. And what if it went far enough that--well, he's never done that before with anyone. He'd sort of thought he never would, and he thought he didn't care. With Dimitri's hands on him like this, he's starting to think he was wrong.
His attention snaps back to the king; he lifts his head to glance back.]
You want to spar with me? ...good.