[Settling into this new life of having two boyfriends living with him has been...shockingly easy. Felix isn't sure how this happened but he's stopped questioning it. Because it's nice and he actually really enjoys this.
Enjoys everything except when Sylvain's beard starts coming in and he rubs his face on his neck. It's scratchy and he hates how it feels. So he shoves at his face with a bit of a growl from where they're sitting on the couch together.]
[One thing had kind of led to another and, honestly, Sylvain had just let shaving slide for a few days. It never even crossed his mind that his face might be a bit scratchy as he nuzzled against Felix's neck. As usual, he doesn't put up a fight or even complain as his face is shoved away, breaking into a grin before running his fingers over his chin.]
Hmm, I would, but I don't have a razor here... What if I'm just really careful? [He leans in as he asks, pursing his lips ridiculously so that only his lips and not his face brush Felix's.]
[Sylvain makes a quiet noise, half whine, half grumble, when Felix not only shoves him but gets up. It seems his pouting isn't getting him anywhere either.
He blinks at the command but slowly gets up, far too curious (and, well, needy) to simply ignore Felix.]
My shirt? [Despite the question, he's already slowly unbuttoning it, shrugging it off and tossing it aside as he moves to stand next to the chair, looking off in the direction Felix had disappeared in.]
[When Felix comes back he's go a bowl with water, a towel, and some foam for shaving. Seeing that Sylvain isn't sitting yet, he sets the things on the table then pulls a very sharp looking knife out from his belt.
[Sylvain initially looks confused at the things Felix brings with him and even when he sees the foam and knife, he's still not sure if Felix is going to stand over him and make him shave right there.
His questions immediately don't matter when Felix once again demands he sit. And this time, he sinks down onto the chair without a word.]
Looks like you have everything but I'll need a mirror, Fe...
[Setting the knife down, the wets his hands then starts to get Sylvain's face damp with the warm water. Grabbing the foam, he carefully applies it to his boyfriend's face until all of the stubble is completely covered.]
I don't? Then how'm I supposed to- [He sits up a little straighter, eyes widening.] Oh.
[He tips his head back so Felix can more easily reach his neck, eyes trained intently on him as he swallows, sending his adam's apple sliding along his neck.]
Is this stuff yours? I didn't even know you had to shave. [Not that Sylvain was that much older than Felix, but he assumed it ran in his family. He remembered even Glenn's facial hair had taken forever to grow and came in patchy most of the time.]
Shut up. I shave. [He gives him such a look and pokes Sylvain's forehead before cleaning his other hand. Then he makes him tilt his head back. Grabbing the knife he's about to start when he realizes he needs a better angle.
No helping it. Moving in, he straddles Sylvain and slides the knife along his skin for the first cut of hair.]
Ow. [Sylvain laughs, trying his hardest to remain still despite smirking and chuckling at Felix's response.
He tilts his head back but Felix pauses and then settles on his lap. He swallows thickly, resting his hands on Felix's thighs, eyes already going dark just from having Felix so close. He stays still though, keeping his head tilted back, eyes on Felix's, watching him as he focused on what he was doing. The scrape of the blade against his skin shouldn't feel as good as it does.]
[The blade slowly scrapes along his skin but... Yeah the hands aren't helping. Felix pauses and glances at them before slapping one of them with a hand.]
Hold the chair. You're distracting me.
[Then the knife is at Sylvain's throat, slowly scraping more hair off of him.]
[Sylvain chuckles softly but wraps his fingers around the edges of the chair. He watches Felix, his pupils widening as he occupies himself by taking in Felix's handsome features, looking up at him with open admiration and just a hint of desire.]
How's it coming? [He'd given Felix at least a few minutes of silence.]
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Enjoys everything except when Sylvain's beard starts coming in and he rubs his face on his neck. It's scratchy and he hates how it feels. So he shoves at his face with a bit of a growl from where they're sitting on the couch together.]
Stop that. Go shave or something.
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Hmm, I would, but I don't have a razor here... What if I'm just really careful? [He leans in as he asks, pursing his lips ridiculously so that only his lips and not his face brush Felix's.]
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No. You have to shave before you can get your face near me again.
[Because that beard is scratchy and he hates it.]
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Fe... [He knows whining won't get him anywhere with Felix but he tries anyway.]
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Take your shirt off and sit.
[Then he stomps out of the room so he can go get what he needs, damn it.]
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He blinks at the command but slowly gets up, far too curious (and, well, needy) to simply ignore Felix.]
My shirt? [Despite the question, he's already slowly unbuttoning it, shrugging it off and tossing it aside as he moves to stand next to the chair, looking off in the direction Felix had disappeared in.]
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And points at the chair.]
I said sit.
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His questions immediately don't matter when Felix once again demands he sit. And this time, he sinks down onto the chair without a word.]
Looks like you have everything but I'll need a mirror, Fe...
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[Setting the knife down, the wets his hands then starts to get Sylvain's face damp with the warm water. Grabbing the foam, he carefully applies it to his boyfriend's face until all of the stubble is completely covered.]
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[He tips his head back so Felix can more easily reach his neck, eyes trained intently on him as he swallows, sending his adam's apple sliding along his neck.]
Is this stuff yours? I didn't even know you had to shave. [Not that Sylvain was that much older than Felix, but he assumed it ran in his family. He remembered even Glenn's facial hair had taken forever to grow and came in patchy most of the time.]
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No helping it. Moving in, he straddles Sylvain and slides the knife along his skin for the first cut of hair.]
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He tilts his head back but Felix pauses and then settles on his lap. He swallows thickly, resting his hands on Felix's thighs, eyes already going dark just from having Felix so close. He stays still though, keeping his head tilted back, eyes on Felix's, watching him as he focused on what he was doing. The scrape of the blade against his skin shouldn't feel as good as it does.]
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Hold the chair. You're distracting me.
[Then the knife is at Sylvain's throat, slowly scraping more hair off of him.]
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You serious? [He sounds a little ridiculous as he tries to speak while remaining perfectly still.] You're sitting on my lap and I can't touch you?
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Hands on the chair.
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How's it coming? [He'd given Felix at least a few minutes of silence.]