“Professor,” Dimitri grumbles, a fierce glower on his face as he looks at the card in Byleth’s hand, “I’m hungry.”

“教授,”迪米特里嘟囔着，看着拜勒斯手里的卡片，脸上露出凶狠的怒容，“我饿了。”

“Of course you are,” Byleth says agreeably. He hides the card out of sight beneath a plate and angles a kiss on Dimitri’s mouth before retrieving a pillow from his bed. He drops it to the ground in front of his chair as he takes a seat, “Sit, I’ll feed you.”

“你当然是,”拜勒斯和颜悦色地说。他把卡片藏在一个盘子下面，在迪米特里的嘴上吻了一下，然后从床上拿起一个枕头。他坐下来，把它扔在椅子前面的地上，“坐下，我来喂你。”

Dimitri goes wide-eyed, a little noise caught in his throat as he looks from the pillow to Byleth. Does it again as if he expects to see something else there at the second glance. A little tremor of eagerness goes through him but he does not move.

迪米特里睁大了眼睛，从枕头上看向拜勒斯的时候喉咙里发出了一点声音。再做一次，好像他期望在第二眼看到别的东西。他有一点急切的颤抖，但是他没有动。

“I can’t exactly feed you standing up,” Byleth explains. Still no movement, “Down Dimitri.”

“我不能站着喂你,”拜勒斯解释道，仍然没有动静。“坐下，迪米特里。”

好色。。……