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Felix really should’ve turned down Dimitri's invitation to spar, he thought as he jumped out of the way of his lance, his bladder throbbing when he landed. Truthfully, it was humiliating how he'd let himself get to this state, his need to let go making it harder and harder to focus on his training. Yet he carried on anyways, ignoring his bladder's protests because he could hold on just a bit longer, right?
That’s what he thought when Dimitri invited him to spar with him. It had been five long years since Felix had such an opportunity, one he didn’t take enough before Dimitri went mad and the war wrenched them apart. When he found him again, present in body but not in mind, he thought it was a cruel joke, a crueler one when his father died for the husk of a man his prince had become. Yet somehow, that had brought him back, and after everything, Felix was just thankful to have his friend back. He had to be, to keep his composure. And that’s why despite his desperation, he found himself unable to turn Dimitri down.
He had managed to ignore his desperation while training alone, but now that he had to contend with Dimitri and the very real possibility of wetting himself in front of him, it was all he could think about. Each movement reminded him of just how desperate he was. Surely his sword play was growing shoddy, yet somehow, he managed to hold his own against Dimitri. Hopefully that didn't mean he was going easy on him.
He jumped out of the way of Dimitri's lance once again, and for a moment upon landing, he started pissing. Thankfully he was able to stop the flow before it became a real problem, but in that moment, he realized he was running out of time, his desperation only growing after being granted a little release. He had to defeat Dimitri, but unfortunately, it wouldn't be so.
His humiliating loss wasn’t due to a powerful blow that sent him to the ground. It was instead a jab to his stomach, the brief pressure on his bladder being all he needed to let go. Try as he might to stop the stream, his need was too great, the wet spot forming on his pants evidence of his body’s betrayal.
“Felix, I -”
“Not a word.”
He thought the stream would never stop as it soaked his pants, his boots, and formed a puddle beneath him, yet still he felt so full. A part of him was impressed at his capacity - if only he hadn’t found out under these circumstances. After what felt like ages, the powerful stream became a trickle, and eventually stopped entirely. It was shameful - he was far too old to be wetting himself, had been through far too much to be crying over it as well. His only consolation was that Dimitri was the only one around to see him.
Dimitri stepped closer to him, shrugged off his cloak and wrapped it around Felix to hide his shame. With their difference in height, it was enough to cover his soaked pants, even dragging through the puddle at his feet, to Felix’s dismay. “It’s alright, Felix. Let’s get you to the baths.”
Part of him wanted to scream, push Dimitri away and bear it alone. But he couldn't - couldn't deny that he is being very helpful providing him with his cloak, couldn't bring himself to go back to his academy days where he berated his childhood friend every chance he got, unknowing of what was to come in the next five years. So he nodded and allowed Dimitri to escort him to the bathhouse.
As humiliating as it was wetting himself in front of Dimitri, part of him was glad it was him rather than anyone else. Having grown up together, they’d already seen plenty of each others’ embarrassing moments, so what was one more? Dimitri had known Felix since before he was Felix, and Felix had seen every side of him over the years. Something like this was nothing - at least, that was what he tried to tell himself as he entered the bathhouse wrapped in Dimitri’s cloak, his pants soaked. Normally, he would hate undressing in front of others, but this time, he was happy to step out of his wet boots and peel off his soiled trousers. Perhaps he should be embarrassed, but it was only Dimitri.
“Here, let me take care of those. I’ll get you a change of clothes as well.”
The sight of his prince, soon to be his king, holding his piss soaked trousers felt… wrong. So he looked away, yet he could still feel his eye boring into him.
“...Thanks.” Was all Felix could get out before Dimitri left.
Now alone, he was free to finish undressing and sink into the bath, relax and let the warm water wash away his shame. Though now that Felix had a chance to unwind, he noticed he’d gotten a bit…worked up. Having indecent thoughts when he and Dimitri stripped in front of one another was nothing new, but it hadn’t just been that. As much as he hated to admit it, tried not to think about it when he was desperate to pee, holding it in then finally letting go felt good. He didn’t want to make a fool of himself in front of Dimitri, yet his body’s response remained the same.
Maybe before Dimitri got back, he could rub one out. He was quite lucky today - nobody else was in the training grounds to witness his accident, nobody had seen them on their way to the bathhouse, and now, he had the baths all to himself. Perhaps Dimitri would come join him - surely he'd worked up a sweat while training. Yes, Dimitri stripping down, letting Felix see everything, before sinking into the water next to him. Maybe he would reach a hand towards his thigh, and Felix would spread his legs to grant him access. He began rubbing his engorged clit, closed his eyes and imagined his hand was Dimitri's.
“You've worked so hard today. Please, allow me to help you unwind.” Yeah, he'd probably say something cheesy like that.
Two fingers reached into himself and curled towards the spot that made heat coil in his stomach. He hadn't had anything but his own fingers inside himself, but now, he found himself longing for Dimitri's, imagined the stretch he'd feel as his fingers, thicker than his own, entered him. Felix inserted a third finger, but it wasn't enough. It would have to do - there was no way he was telling Dimitri how he felt. Their relationship had been so fragile for far too long now, and he couldn't risk ruining it all over again. Better to have Dimitri as a friend than not at all.
No, he shouldn't be thinking about that. He was supposed to be focused on his pleasure. Grinding against his palm and curling his fingers into himself once more was enough to help him focus on what mattered in that moment. Now, he imagined Dimitri watching him as he pleasured himself, perhaps with his cock in hand. Fuck, that was so much. His orgasm was coming soon, he could feel it building within him. Just a bit more, he had to finish before Dimitri came back. Oh, fuck, Dimitri, who may be stripping and entering the bath with him. Such a sight was sure to just make him horny again, as if he were a teenager who just started on his masculinizing potions all over again.
“Dimitri!” He cried as he came, the wonderful tension within him unspooling.
“Felix?”
Felix's eyes snapped wide open to see the prince, red in the face, holding a clean set of pants and boots. Oh fuck. Even if he hadn't been caught with his hand between his legs, the way he said his name was unmistakable. He was never going to live this down - oh, fuck, he was supposed to be the king's right hand after all this. Maybe he should flee Fódlan, start a new life where no one knew of his shame.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Felix rose from the bath, nearly slipping as he went to snatch the change of clothes from Dimitri, refusing to look him in the face. “I'll just - go.”
“Felix, wait, I'm not upset. I…it's quite the opposite.”
"You - what?" Don't joke about that, he wanted to say, but no, Dimitri wasn't so cruel as to play with his heart that way.
"I...feel the same way. And I must admit, I was in the same position as you not too long ago." Somehow, the prince turned even redder with his confession.
"You were?"
“Having you undress before me was…so much. I thought going to fetch you clean clothes would help clear my head, but having the dirty ones in my hands only…exacerbated the problem. I'm sorry, I'm sure you can imagine - I'll stop. You were...right about me being a beast.”
"You liked them. My, my piss soaked clothes."
"I didn't think I would. But having them in my hands, I realized I had been...worked up since the moment you had your accident."
“The prince of Faerghus is into piss. Who knew? I suppose now we're even - we both know each others’ dirty little secrets.”
"It's disgusting, I know."
"Please. It could be worse. And I can't judge. I...had also been feeling worked up." Felix burned hot with the admission, but it was the only thing he could think to say that would make Dimitri feel better.
"I suppose...I can hardly call you disgusting. Really, I had no idea I'd be interested in such a thing until now. I must thank you for opening my eyes."
Felix laughed. "I'm glad some good came out of me pissing myself."
"So, Felix, I must ask...With how I, ah, walked in on you, do you truly feel that way about me?"
It was so hard to admit it, after all these years of bottling it up, but... "Yes."
Dimitri smiled. "I'm glad."
Well. This wasn't exactly the ideal way for him to find out about Dimitri's true feelings, but he couldn't complain. At least pissing himself had a silver lining.