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Felix's hair had grown quite nicely after the war, the ragged ends and uneven layers cut into the long but practical ponytail he wore now. He had decided to let his fringe stay short, rather than the long combed back look he had all those years ago. Dimitri liked the way it fell over his face when he lowered his head, covering half of his eyes.
Dimitri himself hadn't put too much thought into his own appearance over the years - the castle staff did their jobs wonderfully, grooming their king into a presentable, handsome man - but he adored giving Felix the reigns of his wardrobe. Sometimes he helped him dress, offering slight changes to his clothing. Maybe a simple white pair of gloves instead of the bulky black ones he typical reached for, perhaps a different cloak, more fur on this one.
Sometimes he'd simply tie a little blue bow into his hair, weave it through the strands and let it fall daintily at the side of his head.
Felix was very quick to dress in the morning, seamlessly slipping into his dukely attire as Dimitri struggled with the finicky strings of his undershirt. By the time he was done, Felix had already tied his own hair into his usual ponytail.
"At this rate, you'd have completed all my work before I even have my boots on."
Felix turned to face him, humming as he looked him up and down. "You're not going to rip your clothes. You don't need to dress so slowly." Observing, not criticizing. He let himself relax.
Dimitri chuckled as he began brushing his hair, admiring Felix as he put on a pair of white gloves that were soft to touch. "Oh? I'll remember that the next time I tear something. You wouldn't mind sewing it back up, then?"
The Duke scoffed. "Yeah, right. Go as slow as you'd like. Not my ear the impatient nobles will be whining into."
"Really!" He pointed the hair brush at Felix. "And here I thought you said you'd remain by my side through anything. It seems I was mistaken."
Meant as a silly joke, Dimitri didn't notice how Felix stiffened at those words. A teal ribbon was stretched between his hands. "Don't… don't joke about that. You know I'll help you with everything."
The king frowned, walking over to his advisor and placing a gentle hand on his cheek. "Of course. It was only a tease, but I'll refrain from saying things like that in the future."
"I appreciate it." Felix reached up and combed his fingers through half-brushed hair. "Let me do this for you." He pushed his hand under Dimitri's, separating it from his cheek, interlocking their fingers to pull him over to the vanity, taking the brush out of his hand as he sat down.
Dimitri relaxed, not needing to be wary of slouching or improper manners. He let himself lean back in the chair, tipping his head back enough that Felix could comfortably work. The brush glided through his hair, getting caught on knots every few brush strokes, and Felix did his best to comb them out without yanking him.
The pair sat in this lovely quiet, the King catching himself drifting off occasionally. This kind of behaviour would be wildly inappropriate if Felix were anyone else, but in the comforting presence of his advisor, he could speak freely, act however he wish - within reason - something he was grateful for every day he'd been king.
He let his eye close, paying attention to his finger tips slipping through his hair. There was a soft thud in front of him, and Dimitri took a peak, seeing the brush set down in the vanity. Felix tugged on his hair, though, twisting tufts of hair into neat braids. Every loop was done effortlessly, delicate fingers retracing steps they'd performed hundreds of times.
His hair hadn't quite been long enough in his youth, but Felix would always plait what he could when they lay awake at dark hours, when they curled up beneath warm blankets and buried in each other's arms. It meant everything to have that back.
He finished one braid, not too thick, on one side of Dimitri's head. He started the second on the opposite side.
"What are you doing after your meeting with Duke Ifan?"
"I must arrange for the volunteers to begin building that new Library in Duscur." The king looked up at Felix's reflection in the mirror. "The kindness of the people of Faerghus is truly something special."
"You're doing a good job. The people look up to you." He tied the second braid, holding both in his hands and considering how to style his hair. He decided to tie to the two braids in the centre of his head, tying the ends together so it looks like a sort of half crown. The little ponytail of hair looked so cute. "Wait." Felix reached behind him, untying the ribbon that held his ponytail up. He used the thing teal fabric strip to tie a bow on Dimitri's braids.
"Are you sure? What about your hair?"
"I have several ribbons." Felix snuck a hand around his chest, lifting his chin and directing Dimitri's head around so he could see how his hair looked. He looked neat and tidy. Just like a king. But that dash of teal, a little secret nod to his advisor… it felt like it was what held it all together. What made him feel like Dimitri.
He glanced up, admiring Felix's hair down instead. Enough looking at oneself for the day.
Felix looked gorgeous regardless of whether his hair was tied together with pretty ribbons or woven into crown-like braids.
Felix backed up, admiring the full view of the king as he stood and turned to face him, cheeks slightly pinked, adorned with a sweet smile.
"What have you got to do today?"
Felix responded with a distracted hum tearing his gaze from the mirror and locking eyes with him. "Ingrid is leaving Fhirdiad today. I'm gonna help her load up the carriages. And, Sylvain told me about a minor Gautier lord that wants to open trade with us."
Dimitri searched around for his boots, finally finding them discarded by the nightstand. He sat down on the edge of his bed and pulled them on with a heave.
"What could they want with Fraldarius?"
"Cattle is my guess. We have plenty thanks to Sylvain, but I'm not sure. Maybe they just want to waste my time." Felix stared at himself in the mirror combing his hand through his hair. Dimitri knew all too well how annoying it was dealing with cocky nobles that only wished to waste both of their time. He always had to bear it with a smile—then complain to his dearest right-hand-man as he fell asleep or course. "Haven't worn my hair down in a long time, huh."
"You look beautiful." He meant it more than anything, though the simple words didn't feel heavy enough. I would gaze at you until my only remaining eye went blind as well, then spend the rest of my days grieving the perfection that is your lips, and the soul painted in your eyes, is what he would've said if he were stronger. But his hands trembled and heart thumped and he knew it would be a little longer until his lips could speak the words his heart spelt with each beat.
"No, not that."
Dimitri nodded to himself, filing that away in his mind for later.
"Do you think… I could braid your hair, Felix?"
His advisor met his gaze, kind. Always so, so kind.
There was a firm knock on the door. "Your Majesty, Duke Ifan has just sent word of her arrival." One of the maids, Ms Julhee, a sweet older woman who has been attending to Dimitri since he was young. "She will be waiting in your office until you are ready to meet with her."
"Thank you, I'll be there shortly."
Felix walked over to the King, biting back a smile as he reached for his furs, tugging them forward. "Meet me here once you're done with everything." He placed a soft kiss to Dimitri lips, and he all but melted, reaching up to brush the hair from Felix's face and cup his cheek.
Every kiss felt like the first, melting all the ice in his chest and healing every ache. He would hold him like this all morning if he could. If he weren't drowning in work and responsibilities, he would lay with him, tangled up in blankets and furs and let his love leave his heart and fall from his lips.
"Then you can braid my hair. Sound good?"
Dimitri tugged on his arm, eyes locked onto his lips. "Yes," he said breathlessly, then kissed Felix again. This time, Felix stroked his cheek, a small tease.
Felix broke the kiss, still smiling down at him. "Save some for later. Hmm?"
Dimitri nodded and smiled back. "Yes, my love."
*
The meeting with Duke Ifan was lovely. They shared tea, and she admitted she was finally going to step down as Duke. It made sense, the woman was damn near her late sixties, but it came as a surprise. It was weird to see the people he'd grown up around change their routines, or even retire after such a long time. Perhaps his becoming king so soon affected his view on such things. Even after all this time, things felt new. The people he saw standing beside him as king weren't going to be around forever.
Except for Felix. He would be by his side until one of them died—even beyond that. That, he could count on.
The volunteer sign ups went smoothly, and it was great reassurance to the rebuilding of Duscur to see so many people care. So many young people who knew all children need education. Faerghus was headed in a good direction.
All his work was done by the fifth bell, so he retired to his bed chambers, hoping he could sneak there without anyone dragging him along to the dining room. He hoped Felix would be there already, hair still down but dressed in his evening wear or nightgown. He thought about how messy his hair might've become during the day, and imagined brushing it out with a steady grip on the brush. He would manage.
He entered his chambers, eye darting around the room for any sign of Felix. His nightgown was still on the bed next to his own, and there weren't any shoes left by the door. Disappointing, but no big deal. He removed his own boots and left them by the door, unclasping his furs and cloak and putting them neatly in their own spots. He got through some stretches, easing some of the back strain from wearing so much weight all day.
Dimitri decided to get through some paper work while he waited, thinking maybe the light work with a fragile pen might raise his confidence with braiding Felix's hair.
The quiet was nice. He left a candle burning on his desk, the crackle soft enough to not distract him. It was Felix's favourite scent. The work was routine, he didn't need to think too deeply. He fell into routine without delay, unaware of how much time whizzed away, only snapping out of it when the door opened, and the love of his life slipped in. He knew his footsteps, of course. A hand slithered down his shoulder, and he met the hand with the warmth of his palm. He leaned back, and a kiss was placed on the top of his head.
"Everything too longer than I expected." Felix sighed. Dimitri turned to face him, and the first thing he noticed was his hair.
"I thought you'd have tied your hair up by now."
The candle flicker filled the silence. Felix's cheeks pinked. "I didn't mind having it down today. Whatever, you still wanted to braid it?"
"Yes." Dimitri stood, eager eyes glancing over Felix.
"Okay. Let me undress first. This vest is choking me," he laughed, unbuttoning his sleeves cuffs.
Meanwhile, Dimitri searched the vanity for the brush and some hair ties. He left the candle burning, and noticed Felix taking a deep breath nearby his desk, and smiling, as he shrugged off his coat.
Dimitri walked by him, hand gently running over his shoulders as he went past, giving his arm a little squeeze. He sat on the edge of the bed with what he needed, watching closely as Felix peeled off his gloves, flexing his fingers slowly in a way that made Dimitri's heart dance and warmth flood his cheeks.
Once dressed down in his trousers and turtleneck, Felix turned his head to catch a glimpse of Dimitri staring in sweet awe before he quickly turned away.
"You can gawk at me later, boar." A smile took his lips captive, feeling a pull to kiss him tenderly and mutter all his love while the candle made him drunk on his scents. The king's advisor sat next to him, before shuffling to the centre of the bed. He patted the spot behind him, and Dimitri sat there, brush in pale knuckled hands, heart in his throat.
"Don't worry about brushing too hard. I'll tell you if you're doing a horrible job." Felix leaned his head back.
"I trust you will." Dimitri began to brush, slow strokes down his back. It had a bit of a wave to it, more noticeable when he was a kid, before he started straightening it. It was slight now, but up close, seeing his hair smooth and brushed, the slight waves were visible.
His hair looked black in the lighting, framing his face and making it appear as though his amber eyes were glowing a deep red. Dimitri felt an odd sense of pride that he would be the only one to see him up close like this, half dressed and illuminated by candle light.
Felix took care of his hair, so there were very few knots to brush out, something he was quietly grateful for; less likely of a chance for him to brush too hard and yank his hair. It did mean the quiet brushing lasted only a minute or two. He began the braid at the top right of Felix's head, aiming to braid in a circle around his head.
"Ah, I almost forgot. Duke Ifan complemented my hair. She thought the ribbon was a lovely touch." Dimitri started to weave the hair strands together. "The courageous teal of House Fraldarius. That's what she said. She agreed it went quite well with my usual colour scheme." Of course it did, no Blaiddyd would stand alone so long as they had a Fraldarius by their side, ever loyal and loving. Of course, their house colour complemented his own.
Felix considered this. His hands had found a fidget in his nightgown that lay in front of him, twirling the silk around his fingers. "She knew it's mine?"
"She's a very observant woman, Felix."
His fingers felt large and clumsy in his hair, but he eventually finished the half the braid. Not too messy so far, much to his surprise and relief. But he wasn't looking forward to when his hair thinned out.
"Ingrid sends her wishes to you. She felt bad she couldn't stop by and say goodbye herself. I reminded her she'll probably be back in the next few weeks. She insisted I tell you, anyway."
"I'll have to write her. Apparently, many of the volunteers who showed up to aid in the rebuilding efforts were sent by her. Dedue seemed surprised, but grateful indeed. I'm grateful, as well."
Dimitri fell into a good repetitive motion of scooping the hair and folding it over itself, and much faster than he expected, the braiding was done. He tied the end and wrapped the large braid around his head, tucking the tail under the start of the braid to hide it.
"Oh, it seems I've forgotten the hair pins."
Felix's hand raised up instantly, a small metal pin between his fingers. "I knew you'd forget." Dimtiri couldn't see the smile but he could hear the tease in his voice.
Of course, he laughed, as he always did these days, and accepted the pin, poking it through the braid and tail to keep it all together and in place. The braid was already falling apart, but it looked fine. Felix seemed as though he wanted to run to the mirror and check how it looked, but instead he patted it down, feeling the bumps of hair that were handled with his love and care. He smiled, but Dimitri could not see it. Not until he turned and kissed him.
Dimtiri knew no other way to kiss him; he melted against him, hands caressing his cheek and tugging on his turtleneck, letting him bite his lip and grab at his wrist and throat. Felix pushed him back against the bed, moving his lips to his neck as his king gasped for air.
Straddling his hips, Felix had his shirt half off as Dimitri chuckled, fingers moving down his thigh. "Don't you want to see how your hair turned out?"
Felix clicked his tongue at him, eyebrows furrowed, and pulled off his shirt. "I'm undressing in your lap and you're worried about my hair?"
He let him unbutton his trousers, watching with anticipation as he explained, "well, all day I waited to braid it. I'm very proud of how it looks. Don't you want to make me happy?" He meant it as a unserious tease, and thankfully Felix picked up on it. Yes, of course he wanted to watch Felix admire how the crown looked on him, to think something he himself laid awake at night thinking about. But he's never be one to turn down Felix's advances.
Felix tugged his trousers down, then his own, and he knew he should've been focusing on how Felix's thumb stroked his cock through his boxers, but he couldn't tear his gaze away from how—he remembered Felix's comment earlier. Not beautiful. Something else. He was handsome. Ethereal. He moved his hips against his fingers, humming. So, so… hot.
He sat on top of him, illuminated from behind by the candle he loved most, smiling down at him as he cooed whatever words at him, rubbing his cock until the front of his boxers were soaked through.
He all but whimpered, grabbing Felix's wrist and guiding his hand under the fabric, the skin contact electric and an intoxicating rush straight to his head. Felix leaned down to kiss him, his king, and used that angle to push a finger down lower, teasing his hole as he sucked on his lower lip,
Dimtiri most certainly couldn't think about any hair braiding now.
He pulled his own breeches down past his knees and kicked them off, spreading his knees as he kneeled between them to grant his lover access to all of him. He filled him, the familiar push of his fingers curving into the spot that made him weakest. He moaned into his mouth, letting his head fall back as Felix sucked a little bruise into his skin, then another just below his jaw, evidence of their love to any who take a look too close. His fingers kept a consistent pace, sticking with just the two before moving his thumb back to his dick, stroking the nub at the same pace.
"Felix—love," he whispered, wrapping both arms around his neck and pulling him in, a simple act he'd never done years ago out of fear of doing something wrong, touching him in a way he didn't like, being too much, but now he knew Felix better than he knew himself. Felix might've buried his fingers in his hair and tugged, if not for the braids—Dimitri found himself disappointed at that. His hips moved on their own, grinding down on his hand and bucking against his thumb, feeling himself tightening around him. Felix's thumb pressed against his lips, slipping into his mouth and pressing down on his tongue. His eye fluttered open, meeting Felix's gaze, admiring the red flush on his cheeks and sweat beading on his forehead. All crowned by his hair. Dimtiri closed his mouth, sucking on his thumb without needing to be told.
Felix's mercy was all he ever wanted to be at; to have his fingers stroke his hair with love, just to yank his head back and bare his throat.
"You can come, boar. C'mon, let me feel you come."
So few words and it unraveled him on the spot. He responded with quick pants and an abrupt gasp, legs shaking and hips desperately bucking for more friction as he rode out his orgasm with Felix's fingers still stroking inside of him, making his head spin. Felix's lips were messy on his forehead and under his scarred eye, breath hot as he whispered praise against his skin.
"Keep… keep going. Please." It was strange for him to ask for things, to let Felix focus on him, but it's what he liked; serving his kind in a way no one else could, being the only one to make him shake with pleasure and hear his name cried from needy lips.
It was too much, but he needed more still. He needed Felix to hold him down to limit his squirming.
"Wait." Felix used his free hand to pull his boxers down, struggling to get them down his thighs while still finger fucking him. Dimtiri helped, pulling them down from the other side. Felix finally shuffled out of them, tossing them to the floor. He knelt between Dimitri's legs, pulled him forward with a strong grip of his hips, then moved to slot their legs together.
Dimitri cursed under his breath, dizzy, as his cunt pressed against Felix's, fitting perfectly against each other.
His advisor cursed under his breath, rocking their hips together, hand firmly slithering up Dimitri chest, thumb dragging over the thick scar below his pec. Memories of Felix caring for him when he was bed ridden came rushing back. He was simply sick, that's what they'd told to anyone who asked why their king had been missing in action. Dimitri wished he could've been there for Felix's, but he'd done his surgery a few years after Garreg Mach fell, while Dimitri was…
Felix moaned into Dimitri's hair, biting his lips together to not be too loud—it wasn't an issue if he was, Felix was just… self aware of his volume, at times. Felix's cock rubbed against Dimitri's, the friction intoxicating and over stimulating in all the right ways.
Felix's hair was starting to fall out of place—the braid was still pinned, but slowly slipping out of the original spot. Saints. Dimitri needed him, closer, more. Everything Felix could give to him, he selfishly wanted it all. He'd crawl into his skin if he'd allow him to. His fingernails dug into his waist, holding him hard enough to leave bruises.
He couldn't focus on anything but his hair, the dark blue strands falling loose making him look so handsomely disheveled. He imagined how he would look with braids after training.
Their lips met without Dimitri having time to process or react, letting Felix take the reins. His kiss was messy and quick, stopping to pant every few kisses. One of his hands shot to Dimitri's hip and he cried out, shaking, hips stuttering against the boar's. He muttered a string of curses, pressing his forehead to Dimitri's. He regained his composure, and quickly threw his hand to Dimtiri's clit, rubbing one finger on each side.
His head fell back against the pillow, moaning Felix's name, a beautiful song to Felix's ears. His cock pulsed beneath his fingers, and Dimitri came once more, fingers digging deeper into his waist. As they caught their breath, their eyes met, glassy, and the pair laughed quietly.
"Thank you." Dimitri whispered, brushing the back of his hand against Felix's cheek.
"… For what?"
His cheeks burned red. Oh. He just thanked him for sex. Which is most certainly a normal thing to do. "Well, everything."
Felix climbed off the bed, finding a towel to wipe his hands. "Oh. Of course."
"My apologies about the hair. It's a bit of a mess now."
Felix took a quick detour to check himself out in the mirror. "You did a good job." He noticed the scratches he left on his waist. "Tch, boar." He turned and looked at him, smiling, rather than angry. Of course. "Your hair looks much worse, by the way. Laying down on it… messed it up."
"That's alright. You could redo it tomorrow morning. If you're not in a rush, of course."
His heart was pounding, unsure why. Not adrenaline. Felix got closer and it calmed.
"We still have dinner waiting. Good luck covering up those marks on your neck," Felix teased, lifting his chin to expose all the red love bites littered from his jaw down to his shoulder.
"… Maybe we should eat in."
Felix cupped his cheeks and leaned in, pressing a kiss to his lips, then a shorter one on his forehead. "Good idea."