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“Ah Professor, I’m glad you are here, I had a question for-“
“Shut your mouth, Blaiddyd.”
Dimitri felt himself deflate a little, mouth falling agape at Byleth’s uncharacteristic irritation. “Excuse me?”
“I said,” the older woman hissed, placing a hand against Dimitri’s chest before roughly shoving him into the nearby wall, “shut up.”
Before the Faerghusian prince could utter another word, Byleth’s lips were pressed against his own, hands groping uselessly at the cords and buttons of his uniform. While not completely opposed to the advance, Dimitri was puzzled.
“Professor, what in the world- ah... what are you doing?” he gasped, tilting back his head as to allow Byleth greater access to his neck; she had moved on from invading his mouth to nibbling the sensitive skin around his Adam’s apple.
Fixing Dimitri with a dark look, Byleth slowly raised her knee to apply pressure to his manhood; equal pleasure and pain. “Saw you with Marianne earlier, the two of you seemed pretty close.”
“Y-yes, considering I am House Leader and she was was recently recruited into the Blue Lions, I thought it prudent to get her aquatinted with how things work in our class,” Dimitri’s practically groaned, relishing the way Byleth’s sucked at the thin skin covering his carotid artery. “Need I remind you that you were the one who requested I do so?”
“I do believe I suggested you help Marianne get settled in,” the Professor offered, pausing in her handiwork only momentarily. “Not to make goo-goo eyes at one another for an hour or more.”
Dimitri felt his stomach flip a little at the thought. Marianne was certainly beautiful, but copulation was the farthest thing from his mind when speaking with her (he had been more intrigued by her incredible ability to work with horses). Was Byleth... jealous, perhaps?
When Dimitri suggested as much, Byleth just pressed her knee harder into his crotch, nipped harder at his neck.
“It seems as if our adorable new pupil may need a hint as to what is off limits in this classroom, hmm?,” the professor cooed in a sultry voice, one she used almost exclusively during their... escapades.
Dimitri found he didn’t have it in himself to protest further when Byleth began to unbutton his pants.